Cheng Hu nodded at Zhang Yi.

Slightly indicated.

And Zhang Yi never thought that Cheng Hu would suddenly appear here. He remembered that the last time Xingshan said goodbye, Cheng Hu went to run errands with Mr. Mo.

Except for Zhang Yi.

Cheng Yuanhao, who was sitting on the main seat of the Cheng family directly opposite the living room, saw Cheng Hu at the door, and involuntarily stood up. It can be seen from his expression that Cheng Yuanhao was also very surprised by Cheng Hu's sudden arrival.

Fang Gang knew that Zhang Yi had a good relationship with Cheng Hu and knew him.

Therefore, at this time, Fang Gang looked at Zhang Yi, he may have thought that Zhang Yi called Cheng Hu over.

And at this time.

Opposite the door of the living room.

After Cheng Hu walked in, the few people who wanted to stop him didn't dare to approach him. If he takes one step, those people have to take two or three steps back.

When he entered, he left the door of the living room completely open.

And then.

Said another word to the person behind him.

"Mr. Mo, please!"

Mr. Mo?

Hearing this, Zhang Yi was even more surprised.

Could it be that even the ink dust is here with you?

Today's occasion is truly extraordinary.

However, I have to say that Mo Chen came at a very good time, because at this time, the people of the eight veins of the ancient sect in the entire living room were all discussing the affairs of the descendants of the Mo family and the affairs of Mo Lan's younger brother.

Mo Lan's younger brother is Mo Chen.

This point was agreed upon by everyone present.

But.

For Mo Lan's younger brother, most people have never seen it. Even some older people have only seen the ink dust when they were young.

So.

When Ink Dust walked in.

Most people think that this person's face is unfamiliar.

Only a small number of people felt that Mochen's face was a little familiar.

Most of these people have seen ink dust when they were children. It's just that this little bit of familiarity is far from enough for the people of the Eight Veins of the Ancient Gate to be sure that he is Mo Lan's younger brother Mo Chen.

After a moment of silence in the living room.

The sound of squirming and squirting gradually got up.

And Lin Wanhong stared at this ink dust for a long time. He had seen Mochen when he was a child, so he, like everyone else, felt that Mochen's face looked familiar.

Even, from his expression, you can see a bit of the temperament of Mo Lan's predecessors.

However, Lin Wanhong prefers to believe that this is just an illusion.

Therefore.

He immediately looked at Fang Wen over there and said.

"Elder Fang, I see that your Bihu Villa is really declining, and now it is similar to the vegetable market outside, any cat and dog can come in, in the future, the meeting of my ancient gate and eight veins will be moved to my Lin family's Sheng Shilin!"

However.

Fang Wen was staring at Mo Chen at this time, and he was distracted for a while.

Lin Wanhong's words were quite heavy, but they were directly ignored by Fang Wen.

seemed to feel that he couldn't hold his face, Lin Wanhong said again.

"What do you security guards do to eat and drink, don't you know how important our meeting today is? Who of the two agreed to let them in? ”

"Now, immediately, get them out of here at once!"

Lin Wanhong was almost roaring.

Of course, he is using this method to enhance his sense of presence and deterrence, and he is also using his anger to deter these two uninvited guests.

However, none of the security guards dared to move.

This is not only because Lin Wanhong is not from the Fang family, but also because they really dare not move in the face of Cheng Hu.

After all, someone had just gone up to test the waters, and they were still lying in the corridor outside.

Although these people have the heart to protect the integrity of this important meeting, they are powerless. I work to make money, but I can't give my life to it.

Ink Dust walked in.

Step by step, steady pace.

It has a powerful aura.

Temperament is really not something that can be pretended.

Compared to Lin Wanhong, who wanted to use an angry roar to shock everyone, Mo Chen was able to make the people standing opposite him tremble with just one look and one expression.

This is the temperament aura.

In the face of Lin Wanhong's roar, no one paid attention to him.

At this time, Mo Chen walked up to Fang Wen and bowed deeply to him.

"Mr. Fang, long time no see!"

When Mo Chen straightened up, the grim expression on his face had disappeared. Obviously, when Mo Chen saw the old Fang Wen now, he couldn't help but think of the past, and also remembered the rush of time.

Looking at Mochen's sideburns, Fang Wen couldn't help but say.

"Xiaochen, you...... You're getting old too......"

Fang Wen said this sentence very hard, because in his consciousness, Mo Chen was still a child, and now goodbye, Mo Chen's hair is gray.

Fang Wen couldn't describe the shock this incident brought to his heart.

And the corners of Mo Chen's mouth showed a little smile.

This is the most heartfelt smile Zhang Yi has ever seen on Mochen's face.

But the more real the smile on Mo Chen's face at this time, the more distressing it was that Mo Chen had suffered over the years.

He has to put on a mask for himself all the time to live, how tired he is, only he can understand, how helpless he is, and the same is only written in Mochen's heart.

Fang Wen frowned slightly, naturally he would also come up with the meaning of this detail.

Don't be cold, and suddenly your sideburns are white.

When we meet, we hold on to tears, and the years do not let go.

The poem passed through my mind.

Fang Wen was already in tears unconsciously.

"Okay, you guys don't act, Elder Fang, for today's gathering of the eight veins of the ancient gate, you really worked hard, I see, you must have rehearsed this scene many times today, right? Familiar with the road, tears will come, it is better to change careers, maybe you can win a little golden man! ”

Lin Wanhong's words are extremely ironic.

This time, Fang Wen's reaction was different, he stood up and looked at Lin Wanhong.

"Master Lin, I don't understand what you're talking about, but I'm sure that this person is Mo Chen, the younger brother of Mo Lan's predecessor back then. Didn't you just say that you wanted to meet Mo Lan's brother? Now, he's here! ”

"Joke!"

Lin Wanhong snorted.

At this time, Mo Chen turned his head, looked at Lin Wanhong, and asked lightly.

"Who are you talking about, what is the joke?"

A sentence seems to be bland, but in the tone, there is a strong pressure.

This is?

This is the feeling that Mo Lan's predecessor gave people when he spoke.

Lin Wanhong instantly felt that her confidence was a little insufficient.

However, Lin Wanhong soon thought that most of the families of the Eight Veins of the Ancient Gate now have some relationship with his Lin Wanhong's Lin family, in fact, half of the economic lifeline of the Eight Veins of the Ancient Gate is in the hands of the Lin family.

With these things, what am I afraid of Lin Wanhong?