Pretty CEO's Soldier Son-in-law

He was dead beyond dead.    

Of course Tang Peng could see.    

However, when Xiao Yue said those words, he felt as if his heart had been pierced by several nails.    

It was so painful that he could barely breathe.    

Everyone knew that when Han Xuan first met Tang Peng, he was only subdued by Tang Peng because he kidnapped Pann Dongdong for money during Shen City. After the war in the Middle East, he became Tang Peng's trusted subordinate.    

Although Han Xuan was Tang Peng's trusted subordinate, in reality, Tang Peng never treated him as a subordinate and treated him as a friend or brother.    

As it turned out, Han Xuan did not disappoint Tang Peng. In the past few years, he gave Tang Peng the best assistance he could to overcome the crisis.    

In short, it could be said that Tang Peng had survived his most difficult days, and now he had finally settled down. With his own fixed capital, Han Xuan should have been able to lead the blissful life that he had imagined from the start.    

But now, he was dead.    

Killed in the most brutal way.    

Tang Peng swore that he would use a method that was a hundred times more cruel than this to 'repay' the person who killed Han Xuan.    

This was all he could do.    

"I know. Xiao Yue, do, do you really want to cry? "    

Tang Peng looked at Xiao Yue with a hint of worry in his eyes.    

He could see from her face that she still hadn't cried. She and Han Xuan were lovers.    

Their love affair was different from the love of those young men and women in the capital city. It was in full swing.    

The two of them were more like a tree and a vine. From the moment they had fallen in love with each other, they had been tightly hugging each other in silence, yearning for the sunlight.    

Low profile, but sincere.    

Now that the tree had fallen, the rattan did not cry.    

It wasn't that she didn't want to cry, but the sadness had already made her forget. After the sudden death of her lover, she should use her tears to vent the sorrow in her heart.    

Great joy, great sorrow, great sorrow, great sorrow.    

Especially when a person was in extreme sorrow and yet did not cry, this would not only harm the mind, but also the body.    

Tang Peng understood this logic, so he hoped that Xiao Yue would cry loudly. That way, it might be able to relieve the broken nerves in her brain, otherwise, she would walk into the demonic zone, and she would be ruined.    

"Cry? Young Master, should I cry? "    

Xiao Yue's stunned eyes twitched slightly.    

"Yes, you should cry. If you want to cry, then cry."    

Tang Peng raised his left hand and gently took Xiao Yue's and Han Xuan's bodies into his arms.    

When Xiao Yue lay on his chest and heard his powerful heartbeat, tears began to appear like a huge wave, flooding the entire world.    

Xiao Yue cried.    

She finally cried.    

It was not the hysterical cry, but what sounded like the meowing of a kitten: a kitten that had died a few days after being born in severe winter, alone under the dead trees in the wilderness, meowing and meowing.    

Tang Peng closed his eyes and held Xiao Yue and Han Xuan tightly, not moving at all.    

Pann Dongdong, who was standing outside the door, supported Lian Chunfaang and whispered a few words to Titan.    

Titan nodded in understanding. He wiped the tears from his face and waved a hand to the others.    

The sound of hurried but light footsteps could be heard in the corridor, as if the silkworms were eating.    

Soon, other than Bai Ci and the others, there were only Pann Dongdong and Lian Chunfaang in the hallway.    

Pann Dongdong looked at Bai Ci.    

She had never seen Bai Ci before, but after seeing that video, she knew who she was.    

Despite the unsuitable environment and atmosphere for smiles, Pann Dongdong still gave Bai Ci and the others a bitter smile. She whispered, "Sofia, can you come with me to sit over there?"    

Bai Ci didn't look at what was going on in the room, but she knew that it was not the time to be standing here. She quickly nodded and whispered her thanks.    

"Aunty, don't worry. Uncle Tang is fine."    

Pann Dongdong softly whispered as she put her arm around Lian Chunfaang's shoulder.    

She could understand what Lian Chunfaang was feeling at the moment. She knew that whatever she said now was unnecessary, so it was best for them to leave and let Tang Peng deal with it on his own.    

Lian Chunfaang sniffed a little before she covered her mouth with her hand. She nodded but didn't say anything.    

Without waiting for Pann Dongdong to say anything, Wang Dawei, who looked in from the door, said with a heavy tone, "Director Pan, I'll go down to the hall and wait first. I'll come up later."    

An extremely cruel murder case occurred at the scene. As the person in charge of the most powerful department in the city, Wang Dawei naturally had to take responsibility for it. However, he knew that this was not the time to stay.    

Pann Dongdong didn't say much and just forced a smile: "Then I'll be troubling Director Wang."    

Wang Dawei nodded, turned around and left quickly with the assistant.    

From yesterday afternoon until now, Wang Dawei had been in trouble - and a huge trouble at that. The case of Tang Peng's injury had not been solved quickly enough, and it was soon followed by a murder case.    

The words' overwhelmed by anxiety 'was unable to describe his current situation.    

"Hisao Hiao, come with Madam. I'll stay."    

Huo Tianqing whispered to Hisao Hiao.    

Pann Dongdong glanced at him.    

Even though she did not know Huo Tianqing, she could tell from his calm eyes that he was not an ordinary person. She did not say much, but lightly embraced Lian Chunfaang's shoulder as she followed Bai Ci and Hisao Hiao towards her room.    

Silent crying was the most sorrowful thing to do.    

After who knows how long, Xiao Yue finally stopped crying. She raised her head from Tang Peng's arms, looked at him and said hoarsely: "I want to change his clothes."    

Tang Peng nodded. He grabbed Han Xuan's corpse with both hands and stood up from the ground.    

Xiao Yue also stood up, supporting herself with her left hand as she slowly took a deep breath. After that, she took Han Xuan's corpse and walked unsteadily towards the door, as if it was made of wood.    

Tang Peng stood there and watched her walk out of the room. He then turned his head and looked at the line of words on the wall. He looked at it seriously, as if he wanted to find Han Xuan's life from this line of blood.    

The words written in fresh blood were somewhat illegible, but even Tang Peng, who didn't know calligraphy, could tell from this line of text: A person who writes this line has deep calligraphy skills. Although it looks like he's just scribbling, his calligraphy skills are extraordinary.    

In this line of writing, there are a few words written in traditional Chinese characters.    

Compared to the simple writing used by the current dynasty, the traditional Chinese characters undoubtedly had their own unique charm.    

Just like the word 'country', there was a simple character in the square box with the word 'jade' in it. It represented wealth, or perhaps the king's wealth.    

However, there was a word in the square: In ancient times, the word "or" meant the city. Perhaps in this word, there was a word that meant both the mouth of the city and the weapon. It meant that a person had a weapon to protect the country.    

Therefore, from a certain perspective, the meaning that the traditional Chinese characters represented was much more subtle and thought-provoking than the simple Chinese characters. At the same time, the characters themselves were also very ornamental, and were the favorite of calligraphy lovers.    

Of course Tang Peng didn't care about the traditional Chinese characters, it was still the simplified Chinese characters. He just stared at the lines of words.    

After watching for a long time, Huo Tianqing's voice came from behind him, "This person probably doesn't come from the mainland. From the handwriting, when he wrote this line, he did it in a straightforward manner without any intention of concealing it. "    

There was a murderer who still wrote his words after killing and did not care if his handwriting was exposed. This proved that this person was not a fool, but a rather confident person.    

Stupid people can't kill Han Xuan.    

Only people who were very confident in certain aspects would not mind if Tang Peng (or to be more precise, the Enforcer) could deduce his whereabouts from this line of words.    

"Yes, this person is very arrogant. "Almost, it's from Treasure Island, or XG."    

Tang Peng turned around and gave a cigarette to Huo Tianqing.    

Currently, the two places most used to using traditional Chinese characters were Treasure Island and XG.    

It seemed that this person could have come from either of these places.    

However, they couldn't exclude the culprit behind the incident as well. They were purposefully using traditional characters to carve the words for the purpose of misleading Tang Peng (Enforcer), but that wasn't important anymore.    

The important thing was, no matter who this person was, after he killed Han Xuan in such a cruel way, he became a dead man. Even if he was the God of the West, even if Tang Peng was smashed to pieces, he would still seek justice for Han Xuan.    

Han Xuan had also killed before, so it was normal for him to end up getting killed.    

But that person really shouldn't have used such a cruel method to kill him.    

Han Xuan's method of death was a type of urging for Tang Peng: from this moment onwards, he had become one of the biggest targets of his life, having found the murderer and killed him in an even crueler way.    

"Wait a moment, I'll be right back."    

Tang Peng said as he walked towards Tang Wenju.    

Just like how Lian Chunfaang could tell that Tang Wenju had fallen asleep, when Tang Peng walked into the room, he purposely paused for a moment. Only after hearing that Liu Tie's breathing was normal did she finally relax.    

Lao Tang fell asleep.    

He might not have seen the scene of Han Xuan being brutally killed. Otherwise, no matter how deeply poisoned he was, it would be impossible for him to have a sweet smile on his face while sleeping.    

In order to protect Tang Wenju, Han Xuan died miserably, but he was sleeping happily.    

Tang Peng didn't blame his father.    

He knew very well that Lao Tang was also a victim.    

Now, he was the same as Lian Chunfaang, regretting his decision to make his parents, Lai Jingducheng.    

Otherwise, how could they have encountered such an accident? Until now, Lao Tang was still immersed in his own world, and this was Tang Peng's most unfilial son.    

Thus, there was no reason for him to blame his father. He could only blame himself as he carried him into the room.    

Huo Tianqing sat on the sofa and ignored the smell of blood in the room as she smoked quietly. Occasionally, she would glance at Soong Huiqiao from the corner of her eyes.    

Soong Huiqiao was still sitting limply at the door of the washroom, wearing her white pajamas.    

She no longer vomited, but her face was pale with fear. Her entire body continued to tremble.    

Tang Peng walked out of the suite with a squeak. After closing the door, his eyes stopped on the bloody words on the wall for a moment. Then, he walked to Soong Huiqiao and squatted down as if he had just entered the room.    

Using his low and deep voice, Tang Peng asked, "Soong Huiqiao, what secret are you hiding?"    

Tang Peng didn't sound like he was threatening at all.    

However, Soong Huiqiao had a strong feeling that if she continued to talk to him indiscriminately, he would tear her to pieces like a lion!    

This was Tang Peng's last chance to tell Soong Huiqiao the truth.    

He would never ask again, never.    

Soong Huiqiao's teeth chattered once again. Not daring to hesitate even a little, she said with a trembling voice, "S-Exorcist."    

"What?"    

Tang Peng didn't hear it clearly.    

"Exorcist."    

Soong Huiqiao swallowed her saliva with difficulty, not daring to let Tang Peng ask a third time.