Chapter 1072: Suspicion

Sang Huaiyuan's trip was almost over, and there was only one last day left, and after eating the send-off banquet, they would embark on their way home.

But I didn't expect to hear such exciting news before I went back.

"This Ye Yuanhao should have been infected with AIDS a long time ago, otherwise he wouldn't have died so quickly, and the Ye family would be regarded as evil and evil!" Sang Huaiyuan said with emotion.

Lu Mo was very puzzled, he had seen Ye Yuanhao before, he was full of energy, his face was full of red light, no matter how he looked at it, he didn't look like a terminal AIDS patient, he still had a little common sense, Ye Yuanhao didn't have any symptoms of an advanced AIDS patient.

In his opinion, Ye Yuanhao was very healthy at that time, and he would definitely not be a terminally ill patient, but from the onset to his death, not even a month, Ye Yuanhao died so miserably, his whole body was rotten.

He really couldn't figure it out.

"Tang Yufen's methods are indeed very good, it is obviously a crisis, but she can turn defeat into victory, although this woman is hateful, but there is still something worth learning from us."

The newspaper also reported that Tang Yufen held a press conference, and Sang Huaiyuan admired it very much, even if he hated this old witch, he had to admit that Tang Yufen was a strong opponent.

Lu Mo deeply believes that Tang Yufen can found Firmmei and gain a firm foothold in HK, of course, she is not an idle person.

But the stronger the opponent, the more challenging it is, and Lu Mo is looking forward to the future showdown with Tang Yufen.

The mall is like a battlefield, and he will definitely go all out and show the ruthlessness when he performs the mission!

"Tang Yufen should go back to Pingjiang, and we may be able to meet again." Lu Mo guessed.

This old witch sold her daughter miserably in front of the public, showing the pain of her loss of her beloved grandson vividly, and then she naturally had to go to Pingjiang to bring her grandson home, otherwise how to convince the people?

Sang Huaiyuan smiled slightly, "I'm looking forward to it." ”

Pingjiang

Ye Yuanhao's body was lying quietly in the freezer, with surprise and unwillingness on his face, but it was already frozen, and Yu Wenfeng and the middle-aged man were standing, motionless.

Yu Wenfeng also saw the news of Ye Yuanhao's death in the newspaper, and was really surprised, obviously the master said that Ye Yuanhao's illness could be cured, how could he say that he was dead when he died?

The middle-aged man didn't believe it even more, he measured Ye Yuanhao's pulse that day, and his vitality was quite vigorous, even if he didn't treat it, Ye Yuanhao could last for two months, how could he die as soon as he was separated from them?

It is absolutely impossible for a virus to attack, the middle-aged man suspected that someone was secretly Ye Yuanhao, so he asked Yu Wenfeng to take it to see Ye Yuanhao's body, he had to figure it out.

The middle-aged man's surname is Yin, his name is Yin Yu, he is Zhu Zi's uncle, and his father Zhu Fan's biggest competitor back then.

Yin Yu is devoted to poison arts, and his attainments in poison are very profound, and his greatest wish is to find the treasure of the branch and realize his ambition to dominate the world.

It's a pity that I haven't found that baby until now.

But—

Yin Yu stretched out his hand to touch Ye Yuanhao's body, his expression changed slightly, revealing joy, his feeling was really right, that day in the hotel lobby, the baby appeared.

Ye Yuanhao's body still has aura, it is the treasure that Yin Yu is looking for, he doesn't know what the baby is, he only knows that there is aura, and it can be transformed.

Now the aura finally has a whereabouts.

Yin Yu, who doesn't like the shape all the year round, couldn't control his joy, laughed, Yu Wenfeng looked strange, and asked curiously: "Master, what's wrong?" ”

"Nothing."

Yin Yu shook his head, the baby is only known to him, and no one can say it, including the apprentice.

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