Bai Ziyue looked at Murong Ying in surprise and asked in a deep voice: "Do you have children?"

The smile on the corner of the woman's mouth gradually faded away, and she changed into a touch of self-deprecating, and said softly: "You should know that I have three husbands, so how could I have no children? My children are my last husband and I, and the only man who said I would grow old with me. It's just..."

The words stopped abruptly, but she did not continue.

It seemed that she seemed a little annoyed because of her more words just now, which made her calm her emotions and restore her initial coldness.

Murong Ying said coldly: "Okay, let's talk about serious business. As for my past, it has nothing to do with you. I don't think you will want to know. Bai Ziyue, I know you and Qin Hanxiao are just acting, you are not in a coma at all. I am not interested in what the two of you are fighting. But if you want to succeed, you must cooperate with me, otherwise you will only fail."

With confident eyes and cold tone, she proudly raised her neck, giving people a feeling of being arrogant.

Black Eagle chuckled and said unhappily: "Murrong Ying, you just said that we, Mr. Bai, helped you, and now you say that it is cooperation. No matter which one it is, you should be friendly, right? I am bluntly speaking, your current appearance really makes me feel your sincerity."

"Is this cooperation, whether you want it or not, has been agreed to it from the moment you come in."

"Why? Murong Ying, as far as I know, you have nothing, no company, and no power, why should we cooperate with you?"

Bai Ziyue did not stop Black Eagle. She held her hands calmly and looked at Murong Ying opposite her, wanting to know what she has to rely on so confidently that she would talk to her and even be sure that she would cooperate with her.

However, she was still a little worried about Mo Mo's safety. After all, only this woman knew his current position.

The atmosphere was full of twists and turns, and now it became a little gloomy and depressing because of the cold faces of the two, but it felt like negotiation.

As the three of them looked at each other, Murong Ying chuckled, as if she was very satisfied with Black Hawk's attitude, and seemed to be praising Bai Ziyue's calmness.

"Haha, sure enough, my brother is right. You couple are very similar, both born leaders. But don't underestimate my concentration. I am not a young man. Naturally, I know what you are thinking, but I just want to know what I have to rely on to negotiate with you."

"Since I am ready to cooperate with you, I naturally have my confidence. Bai Ziyue, don't worry, if you work with me, you will never suffer any losses. Moreover, I don't want much, I just need you to rescue my son."

The calm and cold voice, even when laughing, still gives people a kind of coldness in hell, and it is a bit uncomfortable.

At this moment, Bai Ziyue actually felt that she was not facing a woman, but an evil ghost who wanted to take revenge.

Even if she had seen so many killers, she had never seen that kind of vicious look.

It is conceivable that there must be unknown grudges in this.

During the silence, she still questioned a little, not sure whether she would cooperate with the mysterious woman in front of her.

But Murong Ying had already given her the last bargaining chip to make a decision.

She took out her cell phone and said coldly: "Bai Ziyue, I said that from the moment I came here with me, you have no chance to hesitate and must cooperate with me."

Black Hawk put his hand on the dagger on his waist alertly, "Murong Ying, what do you want to do?"

"Don't threaten me. You just fought with me. You should know that if I fight with you, we will be comparable. Don't forget that I am from the Murong family. I have to go through such life and death training since I was a child. I will not be weaker than you black market spies. Bai Ziyue, if you don't cooperate with me, I will call the patrolman here immediately, and no one of you can escape."

Bai Ziyue pursed the corners of her lips and asked with a gloomy face: "Okay, because you are also a mother, I agree to cooperate with you. If I am not wrong, the person you want me to rescue should be your son, right?"

Hearing the word "son", the woman who had been cold nodded gently, slowly lowered the phone in her hand, and then placed a photo of the child from the dark in her pocket on the desktop.

"I know you will definitely not be able to rescue my son immediately now, but I believe. You will have a chance to see him. Murong Kaixuan used him to threaten and control me. So, he must have brought my son with him. As long as you have a head-on confrontation with him, you will definitely be able to see my son. This is his photo. As long as you see him, you must abide by our agreement and rescue him."

Bai Ziyue picked up the photo on the table. It was a pretty little boy, about the same size as Mo Mo, with a bright smile, just like an ordinary innocent child, without any scheming, especially those clear eyes.

This clear feeling really makes people unable to connect with the Murong family.

Just as Murong Ying said, perhaps because the Murong family was originally from a gangster, the discipline of children was practiced by martial arts since childhood and experienced cruel battles.

The reason why it is cruel is that only those who have experienced it personally know that even Black Hawk has only heard of it from Yingzi before.

It is said that those who have experienced the cruel training of the Murong family will be indifferent to life and death in this life, but instead have an obsessed yearning for death, as if only death is liberation.

It is conceivable that it is not a simple and ordinary training, but a torture between the body and the body.

Because of this, the Murong family members have a characteristic, that is, their eyes are like stagnant water, no curiosity towards the outside world, and a reaction to seeing anything.

Just like Yingzi, that beautiful girl like a fairy, always laughs and laughs every day, and likes to surround Bai Ziyue and chatter about Sister Bai, with a very cheerful voice.

But even so, there was never a temperature in her eyes that was truly infected by laughter, but on the contrary it was a kind of calmness.

Therefore, when Bai Ziyue saw the innocent and simple boy in this photo, her first impression was that he was not a child of the Murong family.

Or maybe it was because he was a hostage that threatened Murong Ying, so he did not experience that cruel training.
Chapter completed!