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Chapter 1171
So, live to see people, die to see corpses, even if it is to go up the mountain, they have to look for it.
After all, although Qingshan is not big, it’s more difficult to find the trace of people in several mountains, just like looking for a needle in a haystack.
He took a look at Ruan Shishi’s firm look, but he didn’t say anything in the end. After all, she didn’t seem to be fooling around, and if it wasn’t for her comprehensive consideration today, they would not be able to get rid of Lord Luo at all.
He whispered, “OK, I’ll inform brother long later.”
Ruan Shishi nodded and then laughed at him. Then he got out of the car and walked towards the villa.
As she walked, she thought about tomorrow in her mind.
In recent days, they have searched the whole city of Jiangzhou, but there is no clue. Even though they are all Yu Yimo’s most loyal subordinates, they are now leaderless, which makes them listen to a woman’s words rashly, and their hopes are broken one after another. Their ambition and confidence will inevitably be compromised.
All things can’t be put off like this any longer, otherwise the later things go, the more difficult it will be to do.
With this thought, she quickened her steps and walked into xiqiaoyuan villa.
Time flies, a day goes by, and in a twinkling of an eye, it’s evening.
The night in the mountains is especially dark. When the sky gets dark, everything seems to be covered with a layer of dark gauze. Except for the hazy moonlight, there are few other artificial lighting devices.
Outside the wing room, in the open courtyard, a man sat under a peach tree. The moonlight was shining on his lonely shadow for a long time.
All of a sudden, a figure next to him quietly approached and looked at the figure. Then he took a coat from the wing room and handed it to him. “President, cover your legs. Don’t get cold.”
The man heard the sound, his body was slightly stiff, then slowly raised his hand, took the dress, but did not put it on, he slowly raised his chin, the moonlight hit down, this just lit up his face.
Compared with more than a month ago, Yu Yimo is thinner, with clear bones and more obvious lines on his cheeks. There are some green scurf on his lips and chin that he hasn’t had time to shave. His thin lips are tight and his eyes are indifferent and cool.
“No, don’t call me that again.”
One side Du Yue hears the sound, wants to say and stops, moved lips, but did not speak.
Although he has been with Yu Yimo for several years, they are both teachers and friends, and their relationship has long gone beyond the ordinary upper and lower levels. Even if he calls him “Yimo”, it’s OK. But Du Yue always feels that it’s not right. Even if he says it, he still can’t easily change his words.
Seeing that Du Yue didn’t make a sound, Yu Yimo suddenly sneered, and a hint of self mockery appeared on his lips, “what kind of President am I now?”
When the company is gone, the power is gone, and the capital is gone, what kind of president is he?
Du Yue heard the voice and frowned, “is that little monk in the kitchen talking nonsense again?”
“It’s none of his business.”
Yu Yimo’s eyebrows and eyes were cold, without any extra emotion. “Up to now, I’ve thought of all that I should think of.”
Since this month, he has no electronic products, no mobile phone, and they don’t allow him to touch them. They say his name is for the sake of his physical recovery, so that he can have more rest. But he knows clearly in his heart that they are afraid that he will not be able to accept the news on the Internet.
Chapter 1172
Since he was a teenager, he has been in touch with the Yu family’s businesses, big and small. Power is something he can get at hand. Later, he gradually becomes independent and his ability is recognized. He doesn’t need other exceptions and handouts.
However, now, he suddenly fell down from the altar, and there was a gap in his heart.
What’s more, for more than a month, all kinds of physical and psychological trauma and torture made his original strong body suddenly collapse and gave birth to a serious illness. His legs were taken care of by the people who took care of the ninth master of Beiluo that night in the castle peak temple. For more than a month, his legs never stood up.
He and Yu Gubei seem to have suddenly changed their lives.
Even if he doesn’t have a mobile phone and can’t see the outside news, he can probably think of what happened just by guessing.
Du Yue stood aside and opened his mouth. He didn’t know what to say. At last, he changed his tongue and said in a light voice, “Yimo, everything will be better.”
His voice fell, Yu Yimo said nothing. He looked up at the bright moon in the sky and thought of a woman’s face inexplicably.
Two seconds later, I think of her ruthlessness and determination. Yu Yimo frowns and tries to get her out of my mind.
Just then, two figures came in from the door. They walked straight through the yard towards Yu Yimo.
People have not approached, Su Yucheng with a smile on the voice came, “how, you two men in the yard to enjoy the moon chat ah? It’s quite leisurely, or do you know I’m coming today and waiting for me? “
Wen Yan, Yu Yimo and Du Yue all gave him a helpless glance.
Su Yucheng chuckled twice. He approached and motioned to his followers to put things down.
Several paper bags, have not opened, inside the smell of wine and vegetables has been spread out, Su Yucheng raised his hand, his hands immediately understand, step to the door of the yard, guarding the door motionless.
Su Yucheng took out the dishes in a leisurely manner and said with a smile, “well, Lao Yu, this is your favorite private dish before.”
Yu Yimo dropped his eyes on the dishes. He could not help frowning slightly. Then he looked up at Su Yucheng and said reproachfully, “you know that the abbot of the temple has emphasized that no wine or meat is allowed.”
Su Yucheng said with a smile, “how can you recover if you don’t eat meat? You usually say it’s not stinky. I always try to ask Du Yue to melt the meat into the porridge or boil it into the soup. “
Hearing Su Yucheng’s words, Yu Yimo’s pupil widens slightly and turns to Du Yue, who seems to be trying to verify the truth of Su Yucheng’s words.
Du Yue’s face flashed a trace of hesitation, and then pulled the corners of his lips and said, “it’s true.”
When he was seriously injured, he was taken in by the abbot of the temple in the mountain. The abbot stressed that if they stayed, they should abide by the rules of the temple. First of all, they should not touch meat and wine. From that day on, Yu Yimo never touched meat and wine again.
But later, for the sake of his health, Su Yucheng and Du Yue secretly give him all kinds of nutrition. If they want him to recover as soon as possible, they will do something in his daily meals, and these metaphors I don’t know at all.
“You…” Yu Yimo’s face turned white, “it’s all nonsense!”
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