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Xie Limo sat with his slender legs folded, his hands gently tapping on the tabletop, and a deep light flashed in his eyes.

In fact, I came to country E, on the one hand, to take Yun Bixue to relax, and on the other hand, to track down Wang Qianjin's whereabouts and find clues, after all, such a character who is almost equal to him, it is difficult to make progress by sending his subordinates to investigate.

The north and south of country A rule separately, this is the rule left by the two families of the king of North Xie Nan, and they have been followed for thousands of years, but this balance is also superficial, and secretly the two families are also competing, after all, controlling the entire country A is something that any person in power will consider.

He never underestimated the Wang family, otherwise the Wang family would not have stood for thousands of years.

Xie Limo kept looking at the information on the computer, over and over again, trying to find any clues, suddenly his eyes flashed, his heart moved, and his eyebrows were locked, how could it be so coincidental that Wang Qianjin's whereabouts were the same as where his wife went.

Wang Qianjin, what does he want to do

Xie Limo thought of his wife, and when he thought of Wang Qianjin's possible plans, he suddenly stood up, and a deep and dark light flashed in his eyes, and even with a hint of murder.

From the day he married Yun Bixue, he promised himself that he would protect her, if he couldn't even protect his wife, he would be a husband in vain.

At this moment, Xie Limo had a dark aura all over his body, and a vigorous and dark aura gushed out, no longer restrained, no longer gentle, but with a dark and murderous aura.

Although Yun Bixue fell asleep vaguely, but the sound of the rain crackled, she still woke up, reached out and touched it, there was no one by the bed, she opened her eyes and looked sideways, there was no Xie Limo.

She didn't care about being tired, remembering the shooting a few days ago, she woke up in an instant, lifted the quilt, got up, and didn't care about putting on her shoes, so she went to find Xie Limo.

Finally saw Xie Limo in the study, she was about to go in, but she felt the cold air pressure in the study, so she didn't make a sound, just stood there quietly, and saw Xie Limo's deep and condensed back, a little distressed.

It's so late, he's still busy, although he said he was taking her out to play, he would always accompany her during the day to indulge her, but at night he was busy on his own, I don't know if it's okay, I know, how could I think nothing happened, she was very distressed.

remembered that some time ago, she actually suffered from heat stroke because of the heat, and suddenly found that her system was still not good enough, she really couldn't hold Xie Limo back, she wanted to help him, wanted to share it for him, not become a drag on him.

opened her mouth, Yun Bixue hesitated, but still didn't say anything, and quietly walked back.

Although Xie Limo was pondering, he still heard the faint sound of footsteps, and he walked out of the study to see that Yun Bixue was walking barefoot.

He crossed over at once, "Why did you run out without shoes" with distress and helplessness in his reproachful tone, and then lifted her up and hugged her horizontally, not letting her feet touch the ground.

Yun Bixue lowered her head, grabbed the clothes on Xie Limo's chest with both hands, and said glutinously: "I just didn't see you when I got up, I want to drink some water." ”

Xie Limo felt pity and distress for Yun Bixue in his heart, how could he not feel distressed when she was so well-behaved and didn't know how to take care of herself, he walked to the bedroom with Yun Bixue in his arms, and bowed his head and kissed her on the forehead.

After walking to the bed side of the bedroom, Xie Limo put Yun Bixue down and said, "Sit obediently and wait for a while." 00 collected and organized, the copyright belongs to the author or the publishing house.