allonlinenovel Chapter 305 Your face really does look just like hers
Chapter 305 Your face really does look just like hers
I was also jealous the whole time.
He didn't know whether Song Beiyou and Duan Yao did it intentionally or unintentionally, but it ignited a fierce fire in his heart.
So much so that the phone he was holding in his hand, which hadn't been hung up yet, was easily crushed by his bare hand!
The assistant, He Fang, was so frightened that she didn't know what to do.
"Master, Master, what's wrong with you?"
Wasn't I on the phone with Miss Song? Why are you getting angry?
He Fang was afraid that even the slightest conflict between his master and Song Beiyou would cause their future to gradually deviate from his ideal life.
Mo Yundu's entire demeanor turned sinister, like a ghost messenger from hell, his gaze so terrifying that no one dared to look directly at him.
"Very good!" Mo Yundu suddenly stood up and said through gritted teeth, "Duan Yao!"
As he said this, a kind of qigong unique to the Central Plains of China flowed from Mo Yundu's body to his palm.
Immediately afterwards, a small flame appeared in the palm of his hand.
The flames grew stronger and stronger until Mo Yundu tossed them forward and they landed in a nearby trash can.
The trash can was full of waste paper, and the flame ignited and burned fiercely.
The fire was so fierce that He Fang was caught off guard and it took him a long time to extinguish the flames.
During the firefighting process, their master showed no reaction whatsoever, remaining as indifferent as ever, as if his heart had already died.
I wonder what Miss Song said to their master on that phone call that caused such a big fuss.
After the fire was extinguished, He Fang came to Mo Yundu and said, "Master, what's wrong with you? It's quite worrying."
Did Miss Song say something that upset you?
Mo Yundu's aura grew heavier and heavier. "How could she do this? My Youyou is the best girl and the best to me."
How could she bear to see me sad?
The low, unsettling tone and the enigmatic manner of his voice gave He Fang, who was asking the question, a strange sense of unease.
The next moment, Mo Yundu said to He Fang, "Have Han Xinyue come over."
It wasn't the agreed time yet. He Fang paused for a moment, knowing that his master was in a bad mood, but he didn't argue. He turned around and dialed Han Xinyue's number.
Han Xinyue had just returned to Jinxiu Villa, and she was in a bad mood as well. The moment she entered the community, she saw Song Beiyou and Duan Yao.
The two were no different from any other couple deeply in love, with Duan Yao's hand resting restlessly on Song Beiyou's waist, making little movements all the time.
It infuriated her.
Now that I'm home, I don't care about anything else and just pour myself a glass of ice water to suppress the restlessness in my heart.
Halfway through her drink, a sudden phone call made her freeze.
Upon seeing the caller ID, he immediately answered, "Hello."
He Fang's voice came, "Miss Han, my master wants you to come over now."
"Now?" Han Xinyue thought she was obeying. "Isn't there a set time?"
She's very tired and needs to rest, otherwise her body won't be able to take it.
He Fang replied, "My master said he would teach you a skill he has learned all his life, and it will take a little longer."
Upon hearing this, Han Xinyue perked up and said, "Okay, I'll set off."
The atmosphere at Duan Yao's home in the same building was completely different. There was no scheming or malice, only the sweetness that a couple in love should have.
They tacitly avoided mentioning anything unpleasant, and seemed to have forgotten about Mo Yundu, who had called not long ago.
Of course, Duan Yao could not possibly forget that he simply didn't want to show any bad emotions in front of his girlfriend.
It wasn't until Song Beiyou carried his clothes into the bathroom and then entered the study that his expression changed.
I took out my phone and opened my chat window with Yan Li. There was a message that had been sent half an hour earlier.
[Third Master, we've investigated. The person who called Miss Song was Mo Yundu.]
Upon seeing this message, sparks flew deep within Duan Yao's eyes, and his fingers twitched. [What did they say?]
He knew that when he saw Song Beiyou talking on the phone in the community garden, he felt something was off, because Song Beiyou's expression at that moment was strange.
He didn't know who was on the other end of the phone, but it made him feel very uncomfortable.
Unexpectedly, it really was Mo Yundu, a man he wanted to kill with his own hands the moment he saw him.
Yan Li replied instantly: "Mo Yundu clearly expressed his intentions to Miss Song, but Miss Song clearly rejected him."
Then you appeared.
Duan Yao clenched his fists, a sense of crisis beginning to spread.
However, he quickly suppressed it, muttering, "Mo Yundu."
Yan Li rarely saw his master like this. "Third Master, do you need me to find someone?"
As he spoke, he made a throat-slitting gesture.
Duan Yao stood by the window, looking at the pitch-black night outside. He, Duan Yao, was not so despicable or insecure as to need to kill a rival in love.
However, it wouldn't hurt to test Mo Yundu's skills.
He instructed, "Arrange for the ten most skilled bodyguards to assess Mo Yundu's abilities."
If he fights back with all his might, he will fight to the death to ensure the safe return of all our people.
At that point, what difference would it make if he lost his life?
Yan Li understood what his third master meant, "Yes!"
After hanging up the phone, Duan Yao was deep in thought. He was tough by nature, not afraid of anything or death, but he was afraid of leaving Song Beiyou.
...
Yan Li remained efficient, immediately starting to handle the tasks Duan Yao had assigned him after hanging up the phone.
They mobilized ten of the most elite experts, located Mo Yundu's address in the capital, and headed there as quickly as possible.
At the same time, Han Xinyue also drove alone to the suburban villa of Moyundu.
This is my third time here, and I'm starting to feel more familiar with the place.
It was just strange; even though it was earlier than usual tonight, the whole villa was pitch black, which gave me a creepy feeling.
Han Xinyue felt a little creeped out, but when she thought about how she had been reborn, this kind of terror was nothing.
After parking the car, I mustered up my courage and walked inside.
As they walked, they called out, "Mr. Mo, Mr. Mo?"
Where? Mr. He.
Her voice gradually rose in pitch, but no matter how she called out, all she received in response was the cool breeze whispering in her ear.
Han Xinyue found it strange. While pushing open the sliding door of the villa, she took out her phone and dialed He Fang, Mo Yundu's assistant.
Suddenly, just a second before the call was dialed, a large hand reached out from the side, grabbed her chin, and forced her against the wall.
The series of actions were sudden and unexpected. The strength of the large hand was so great that Han Xinyue could not resist it, and it just held her firmly.
Sweat beaded on Han Xinyue's forehead as she stared intently at the person in front of her.
The room was too dark to see any silhouette. "Who are you?"
The person in front of her didn't say anything, but another fingertip slid across his cheek, making Han Xinyue feel uneasy.
Then, the owner of the finger whispered, "Your face really does look just like hers."