"Yao Xueting, I'm warning you, when you go out with Zhixia tomorrow, you must not have any other ideas." Zhou Mohan walked up to her and reminded her coldly.

Yao Xueting smiled and asked: "She is a soldier, and I am a weak girl. What do you think I can do to her?"

"Anyway, don't think about it."

Yao Xueting smiled and walked to the bed and asked curiously: "You don't want to marry her into the Zhou family, do you?"

"What? Are you jealous?" Zhou Mohan put his hands in his pockets and looked at her with narrowed eyes.

"Do you think I can? I'm not interested in Mingzhi Xia's affairs. I've already got the little book for you. You said you would let me go back to Yao's house as soon as you get the little book. You don't mean to keep your word, do you?"

What Yao Xueting fears most is that this man doesn't keep his words.

"Don't worry. It will be a matter of time before I let you go back, but not now."

"When was that?"

Zhou Mohan narrowed his eyes and looked at her with a sneer: "What? Do you think you dare to resist me knowing that Xia lives here?"

Yao Xueting immediately lowered her eyelids and retorted in a low voice: "I just want to know when I will leave?"

"As long as you cooperate with me obediently, I believe that day will not be far away. Remember what I just said, don't be petty in front of me." Zhou Mohan said coldly and walked out of the room.

Yao Xueting looked at the closed door and bit her teeth fiercely.

It's still this night.

The night gradually deepened, and the sickle-like crescent moon glowed slightly. A gust of night wind blew by, and a dark cloud completely blocked the crescent moon that was originally emitting a little light. The night became darker...

When the lights in the entire Provincial Party Committee compound gradually dimmed, a black off-road vehicle slowly drove out of the Provincial Party Committee compound from the road next to Zhou Chang's house, and then quickly disappeared into the night...

A mysterious villa in the suburbs.

About half an hour later, the off-road vehicle drove quickly from the end of the road in front of the villa, as if it had already known his arrival. When the off-road vehicle approached the gate of the villa, the remote control door slowly opened, opening the door for the off-road vehicle.

The car gives way.

The car slowly drove into the courtyard of the villa, the door opened quickly, and Zhou Mohan stepped out of the car wearing a black shirt and trousers. He looked up at the living room on the second floor, and his cunning eyes squinted in the dark night.

, raised his feet and quickly walked into the living room.

There were two men in black guarding the door of the living room. When they saw Zhou Mohan walking in, they all bowed respectfully: "Second Young Master."

"Where is my eldest brother?" Zhou Mohan paused slightly.

"Upstairs."

Zhou Mohan nodded slightly, raised his feet and quickly walked up the stairs.

On the sofa on the second floor, there is a man in his thirties sitting. The light in the living room is very weak. Only a floor lamp next to the sofa is turned on. The soft light shines on the face of the man on the sofa, reflecting his

He had a stern face. He held a cigar in his hand and leaned lazily on the sofa. His slightly narrowed eyes suddenly opened when he heard the footsteps on the stairs.

Zhou Mohan soon appeared on the second floor. When he saw the man on the sofa, he walked over with joy on his face.

"Brother." Zhou Mohan shouted as he walked to the sofa opposite and sat down.

"Did you get it?" The expression on the cigar man's face softened a lot, and he looked at his younger brother and asked.

After hearing what his elder brother said, Zhou Mohan immediately reached out and took out the small black notebook from his pocket. The man next to the cigar immediately walked over, reached out and took the small notebook, and then handed it to the man on the sofa respectfully.

The man on the sofa took the small book, put the cigar in his hand into the ashtray, reached out and turned on the desk lamp next to him, put the small book under the light and started to read page by page.

"Brother, is there any problem?" Seeing the expression on the face of the elder brother opposite, Zhou Mohan felt that there seemed to be something wrong with the little notebook.

The man on the sofa didn't say anything, and quickly turned to the last page. Then he threw the small book directly on the coffee table with a big hand and looked at his brother opposite.

"Brother, tell me quickly. What is going on?" Zhou Mohan looked at the notebook and then at the elder brother opposite, wondering what was going on.

The man on the sofa flashed his eyes slightly, looked at him and said slowly: "What you got is a fake. This little book has been stolen a long time ago."

"The package was swapped?" Zhou Mohan took the small book in disbelief and quickly flipped through it from beginning to end. He didn't believe it: "How is it possible? Yao Xueting took this out from Yao Wangen's secret room. Did the old man put it in the first place?

Is the person who entered the secret room a fake?"

"It's hard to say. Yao Wangen is not only ruthless, but also cunning. Even if he puts something as valuable as a small notebook in a secret room, he might be worried about it being stolen by others. If this small notebook was indeed stolen by Yao Xueting from his secret room

Yes, that means the secret room is just a deception set up by Yao Wangen. He must have hidden the real notebook in another place."

"This old bastard. He made the secret room so hidden that he even put a fake one in it. By the way, it wasn't that girl Yao Xueting who changed it for me, was it?" Zhou Mohan became furious when he heard what his elder brother said.

"I think what was put into the secret room at the beginning was just a fake little book."

Zhou Mohan flipped through the small book again after listening to his elder brother's words. He looked at his elder brother with some confusion and asked: "Brother, how do you know this small book is fake?"

"Do you know why many people call it Little Book of Death Diary?"

"have no idea."

"That's because there is a death list in the small book. And the one you got is not there at all. And the names of the people mentioned above are probably all made up by Yao Wangen himself. The real one is still there

In his hand."

"This old fox." Zhou Mohan angrily smashed the armrest of the sofa and frowned.

The man on the sofa glanced at him and said slowly: "You are still so unstable when things happen. With your mentality, how can you fight with that Yao Wangen?"

"Brother, I set up such a big scheme and even held a wedding with Yao Xueting. In the end, what I got was a fake. Do you think I can be impatient?" Zhou Mohan pushed up his glasses bitterly, with a flash of darkness in his eyes.

Cold murderous aura.

"Yao Wangen has changed his name over the years and has come to this day. He must have extraordinary intelligence. Don't underestimate him just because of his age. He is more cunning than you think."

"Since I can't find the little notebook, wouldn't it be enough to just kill him?"

"Do you think you can kill him with your ability?"

"Isn't there An Mochen beside him? As long as I lure An Mochen away, I can kill him myself."

The man on the sofa sneered after hearing his words: "Do you know how many people in the underworld want to kill him, and why he can survive until now?"

"..." Zhou Mohan looked at his elder brother silently.

"He is a very smart person. Over the years, he has also thought that he will have many enemies, so he also has his own dark forces, but few people know about it. If you can't find who his subordinates are, then you haven't killed him yet.

He died first."

"I'm sorry, brother, I was impulsive again..." Upon hearing what his brother said, Zhou Mohan immediately apologized.

"The fight between us and him is a game of life and death. Whoever can calm down first will win. Do you understand?"

"yes."

"It's getting late, let's go back. Don't forget to bring this little notebook and give it to Zhou Yunkui."

"Yes." Zhou Mohan immediately stood up from the sofa. Just as he was about to turn around, he remembered something and looked at the elder brother opposite: "Brother, have you found Beibei?"

"Not yet." The man on the sofa said as he slowly closed his eyes.

Zhou Mohan nodded silently, turned around and quickly went downstairs. He quickly drove his black off-road vehicle out of the villa gate and disappeared into the thick night...

Because she had just arrived and had not yet found out about the Zhou family, Zhixia did not dare to act rashly last night. After getting up in the morning, she washed and changed clothes and went downstairs. When she walked to the living room on the first floor, she saw Yao Xueting holding a

Reading a morning newspaper, her beautiful eyebrows were tightly knitted together, and her face was not good-looking at all. Zhixia saw that there were no figures of the Zhou family and his son in the living room, and walked towards Yao Xueting.

"Tingting, morning." Zhixia greeted her and sat next to her. He glanced at the newspaper in her hand, looked at her and asked casually: "What are you reading?"

Yao Xueting sighed dejectedly and watched Zhixia hand one of the newspapers to her angrily: "Read it for yourself. It really pisses me off. My second brother is really getting more and more depraved."

After hearing what her second brother said, Zhixia understood that the news in the newspaper must be related to An Mochen. She immediately looked at the newspaper in her hand curiously. When her eyes fell on the big photo, her expression also changed.

One of the men in the photo is An Mochen and the other is Lin Cheng. They are both hugging each other, and the people sitting next to them are all beautiful women. Lin Cheng's face is even pressed against the chest of one of the beautiful women, and his expression is...

How ambiguous, how ambiguous. And An next to him

Mo Chen looked at the woman in his arms with a fascination. The two beauties were sitting on his lap. One of them was holding a glass of voluptuous red wine and smiled charmingly and handed the glass to An Mochen's lips.

, An Mochen looked at the beautiful woman and prepared to drink.

Looking at the scene in the newspaper, Zhixia felt depressed.

Something hit my chest hard, and I felt like I couldn't breathe for a long time.

Seeing Zhixia's expression, Yao Xueting knew that she was not feeling well now, so she said a little to add insult to injury: "I have been with my second brother for such a long time, and I never thought that he would be this kind of person. Look at his lustful look.

, it really pissed me off. How could he be like this?"

Zhixia's eyes darkened, and after listening to Yao Xueting's words, she put the newspaper on the coffee table and said slowly, "Maybe people have two sides, right? He was always restrained when we were together, but now he doesn't have to care about other people's feelings.

"

No matter what identity the man was, it was over between them. She had a task to perform, and she couldn't get too entangled in this kind of affection. But why did she still feel like this when she saw him in the newspaper?
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