Invincible Wife: Volume 1

By Jin YuanBao

As a man, Lang Yan was sold to someone else as a child's daughter-in-law at the age of six and forcibly sent to the Bride Girl Institute to study.

Therefore, the first thing he did after graduation was to meet his fiance who he had never met before. He would brush away his existence in front of him from time to time to make him feel bad, deepen his impression of him, hook up with him if necessary, and vent his anger that he had held in for 20 years.

However, just as he was having such fun and fun, someone told him he had made a mistake!?

F * ck!

It can't be?

One had to know that the other party was a dangerous figure that made people tremble in fear. A tyrant of his generation that could shake the earth three times with just a stamp of his foot?

Now he was telling him the wrong person?

What should he do?

He didn't want to play anymore.

However, was there still time?

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I don't know what to say.

Recommended for Old Ways — The First Ugly Man , The First Wife , The First Corpse Wife , The Legend Wife , The Evil Wife of Buddha , The Weirdo Lord

• Language: English
• Publisher: Funstory
• Release date: May 18, 2020
• ISBN: 9781649350091

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CONTENTS

CHAPTER 1 - WEDGE

CHAPTER 2 - DEAR HUSBAND I'M BACK

CHAPTER 3 - HE FAMILY

CHAPTER 4 - IS BOMB

CHAPTER 5 - PAPER SHEET

CHAPTER 6 - ONE SHOULD NOT JUDGE ONE'S APPEARANCE BY ONE'S APPEARANCE

CHAPTER 7 - UNLUCKY

CHAPTER 8 - THIEF

CHAPTER 9 - WHY

CHAPTER 10 - THANKS TO YOU

CHAPTER 11 - WISH

CHAPTER 12 - YOU WILL REGRET IT

CHAPTER 13 - YOU'RE DEAD

CHAPTER 14 - ELDER BROTHER

CHAPTER 15 - HEGEMONY

CHAPTER 16 - LARGEST LONGEVITY STAR

CHAPTER 17 - THIS IS GREAT

CHAPTER 18 - DEAR

CHAPTER 19 - TOOTH FOR TOOTH

CHAPTER 20 - ONLY A FEW THINGS WERE FOUND

CHAPTER 21 - INTERESTING

CHAPTER 22 - SMALL BOOK

CHAPTER 23 - WAITING

CHAPTER 24 - BAD

CHAPTER 25 - IS THIS MAN FOR REAL

CHAPTER 26 - FANG QIZHOU

CHAPTER 27 - ASKING CASUALLY

CHAPTER 28 - NOT A BOYFRIEND

CHAPTER 29 - I'M GOING TO SLEEP IN THE MASTER BEDROOM TONIGHT

CHAPTER 30 - EVEN MORE VICIOUS THAN HIM

CHAPTER 31 - SICK TREATMENT

CHAPTER 32 - LIKE A PIG'S HEAD

CHAPTER 33 - 15825815258

CHAPTER 34 - MANY

CHAPTER 35 - SUN MEI

CHAPTER 36 - SOLACE

CHAPTER 37 - I ENVY IT

CHAPTER 38 - YOU HAVE A DAUGHTER

CHAPTER 39 - PICK UP THE DAUGHTER

CHAPTER 40 - SCOUNDREL HE

CHAPTER 41 - THIS MAN IS NOT BAD TO THE EXTREME

CHAPTER 42 - A GOOD FATHER-IN-LAW

CHAPTER 43 - YOU'RE REALLY AMAZING

CHAPTER 44 - AS LONG AS YOU LIKE IT

CHAPTER 45 - HAPPY MID-AUTUMN FESTIVAL

CHAPTER 46 - IT IS IMPOSSIBLE NOT TO BE CRUEL

CHAPTER 47 - DON'T FALL INTO MY HANDS

CHAPTER 48 - SO SMALL

CHAPTER 49 - THIS GUY

CHAPTER 50 - URINATION

CHAPTER 51 - I WAS JOKING

CHAPTER 52 - DEAD BOY

CHAPTER 53 - NICE VIEW

CHAPTER 54 - OLD THING

CHAPTER 55 - I'LL BE SHY

CHAPTER 56 - DIVORCE

CHAPTER 57 - COST

CHAPTER 58 - REALLY DRUNK

CHAPTER 59 - LITTLE FOX CAT

CHAPTER 60 - TOO MUCH FOUL

CHAPTER 61 - UNTITLED

CHAPTER 62 - CHILD MEAL

CHAPTER 63 - HOUSEKEEPER FEI

CHAPTER 64 - OBSERVING THE CHANGES

CHAPTER 65 - YOU REALLY DON'T DARE TO DO IT

CHAPTER 66 - YOU'RE FINISHED

CHAPTER 67 - CULTIVATE FEELINGS

CHAPTER 68 - LAUGH IF YOU WANT TO

CHAPTER 69 - RELAPSE OF OLD DISEASE

CHAPTER 70 - APPOINTMENT(1)

CHAPTER 71 - APPOINTMENT(2)

CHAPTER 72 - APPOINTMENT(3)

CHAPTER 73 - APPOINTMENT(4)

CHAPTER 74 - YOU ARE TOO UNKIND

CHAPTER 75 - STOP BEING SO SMELLY

CHAPTER 76 - DOES THIS MEAN THAT YOU VALUE ME

CHAPTER 77 - I'VE BEEN SCREWED BY YOU

CHAPTER 78 - PRINCIPAL BRAIN CORE

CHAPTER 79 - I KNOW I WAS WRONG

CHAPTER 80 - THERE IS

CHAPTER 81 - MEET(1)

CHAPTER 82 - MEET(2)

CHAPTER 83 - C83

CHAPTER 84 - I'IL FIX IT

CHAPTER 85 - YOU ARE SO KIND

CHAPTER 86 - OLD MAN

CHAPTER 87 - IT'S GOOD TO KNOW IN YOUR HEART

CHAPTER 88 - VALUE

CHAPTER 89 - YOU GOT THE POINT WRONG

CHAPTER 90 - HE SHOULD REMEMBER US

CHAPTER 91 - BLUE COLOUR

CHAPTER 92 - ANCESTRAL TEACHINGS

CHAPTER 93 - BUB

CHAPTER 94 - IT WILL CHANGE FATE

CHAPTER 95 - IF YOU ARE NOT RICH YOU ARE NOBLE

CHAPTER 96 - STEALTHILY

CHAPTER 97 - YOU DIDN'T TAKE THE WRONG MEDICINE DID YOU

CHAPTER 98 - TOO MUCH

CHAPTER 99 - PERFECTION

CHAPTER 100 - DO YOU RAISE ME

CHAPTER 1 - WEDGE

In the middle of the night, everyone was sleeping soundly. However, in a luxurious villa in B City, the lights were brightly lit. The old man sitting on the sofa had a gloomy expression on his face as he stared sharply at the little boy standing not far away.

The little boy was about five or six years old, and his clothes were tattered, like a beggar begging on the street. His face was dirty, making it hard for people to clearly see his face, but his clear eyes were extremely vicious, like those of a newborn wolf, full of caution, looking as if it could pounce forward and bite someone to death at any time.

The old man narrowed his eyes. He didn't like the way the child looked at him. After a long while, he opened his tightly shut lips and solemnly asked, Boy?

The middle-aged man standing next to the boy trembled slightly and replied, Yes … It's a boy. This subordinate had to search for many places before finding a child who has the same eight words as the one that fortune-telling first took place. "

Ridiculous! The old man slapped the table angrily: How could my grandson marry a man and become his wife? If this gets out, I'll lose all my face, and my darling grandson will be laughed at for the rest of his life.

But … But …

Find it, keep searching. If you can't find it, then do your best.

Yes, yes, yes. The middle-aged man was so scared that he repeatedly replied. Looking at the boy below him, he boldly asked, Master, then this child …

The old man looked at the boy again, his eyes flashing with ferocity. I need to find a place to settle this.

Yes.

At this time, the butler spoke up, Master, I don't know if I should say something.

The old man restrained his anger. Speak!

Master, do you still remember what the fortune-teller said?

Of course I do.

Although three months had passed, the old man clearly remembered that the fortune-teller had said that they couldn't kill anymore. Moreover, if they wanted to protect their grandson's life, they had to raise a lucky child to help their grandson ward off a portion of the disaster. It was best if their child was taken into their home as a child's daughter-in-law and treated him well. When he grew up, it would be best if the two of them could get married and give birth to children. That way, the other party would be able to add a blessing to his grandson's lifespan.

But now, not to mention that the boy didn't look lucky, with his gender, how could he marry his grandson and have children?

Master, letting the child go is equivalent to Young Master's virtue. Moreover, we still can't find any other children with the same eight words, so why not temporarily adopt him and add some blessings to the young master. When we find a child with the same eight words, it won't be too late to replace him.

The old man was silent as he inwardly agreed with the butler.

A child's daughter-in-law only represented an identity. As long as it could save his grandson's life, he would be willing to accept any number of such children.

However, no matter how much he looked at the child, he found it unpleasant to look at him, especially in the boy's eyes.

He remembered that the fortune-teller had said that his grandson would have a calamity ten years from now. He thought it would be better to send the child in front of him away first and bring him back ten years later. In the meantime, if you can find any other child to replace the boy, just leave the boy there.

But where to send it?

The old man thought carefully for a while, then said, Since you want to take him in as your daughter-in-law, you should study what your daughter-in-law should do. In the future, you should know how to serve my grandson, then send him to the Tansana Bride College for etiquette lessons.

This way, someone would be able to take care of the child for him. The child would also be able to learn etiquette and not lose face in the family.

The butler slightly frowned. But, only girls are accepted in Tansana Academy.

Don't worry about that. The principal of Tansana Academy owes me a favor and will accept this child.

The old man's main purpose was to throw the child into a pile of girls and to cut off the child's wildness and sharpness. If he could become as obedient as a girl, then it would be better.

Yes.

The butler motioned for the middle-aged man to take the child down to the bath.

After the child left, the old man asked, Is the child's parents settled?

Master, don't worry, this child's father is a gambler. After we gave him a hundred thousand yuan, he straightforwardly sold the child to us, and even the child's account was transferred to our family. Also, we have always been secretive, so they don't know our identities, and no one will know about this.

Hmm, that's good. After sending the child to Tansana Academy, let him take a few more courses. Don't let him graduate so soon, and don't let anyone know his identity.

Yes.

When he thought of the child's eyes, he felt extremely uncomfortable. Immediately, his gaze shifted as he picked up the document bag that his subordinate had sent him earlier and passed it to the butler, When we arrive at Tansana Academy, tell the child that the document bag contains a picture of his future husband, and that he must always remember who his husband is.

After the old man finished speaking, his face broke into a meaningful smile. Then, thinking of something happy, he actually chuckled in a low voice, as if he was looking forward to a good show.

The butler was surprised. He took the folder and replied, Yes.

It was unknown how much time had passed before the old man finally stopped laughing and asked, Oh right, what was the name of that child just now?

Lang Yan.

CHAPTER 2 - DEAR HUSBAND I'M BACK

If he met the same person three times in a row, it might be a coincidence. If he met the same person more than twenty times in three days, things might not be normal. He might even be able to determine that the person was purposely showing up in front of him.

This kind of thing had recently happened in Hee Zhuolun. Whether it was going to the company, eating at a western restaurant, or going to the bathroom, he would always meet a tall and slender young man.

The man had an ordinary appearance, with sleeping phoenix eyes in his eyes. His nose was neither tall nor short, and his lips were neither thin nor thick. Standing in the crowd, no one paid any attention to him.

It was said that all clothes should be worn, and these words could be seen from this young man. In addition, the man also had a 30 to 70% cut hair style that was similar to his shoulders, and had dyed his hair color. Three of his hair was tied behind his ears with golden earrings, making him look like a noble young master from a wealthy family. His whole body was emitting a noble aura.

When the young man appeared, he didn't do anything. He was just like a passerby, flashing by in front of his eyes. However, he firmly remembered this person in his mind.

Now, the young man appeared on his laptop screen.

Mr Hee, good evening. It's the year 2053, the 14th of July, 22 o'clock sharp now, it's night time. I'm Lang Yan, nicknamed Husband, you can call me Husband. The young man in the computer said in amusement.

Hee Zhuolun, ...

Today, I want to tell the story of a little boy who grew up in a normal family, had a father who loved to gamble money, a weak mother, a brother who was two years old and a sister who was three years old. Because the family was so poor that they couldn't start a fight, and because creditors often came to collect debts, the father who loved to gamble money had no choice but to sell the boy to a rich family. However, for some reason, the rich family's boss didn't like the boy and sent the boy to a distant country to study. The boy was scared and helpless after being sent to a strange place, and it took him a year to get used to the environment there. However, it wasn't easy to get good grades in a famous school. However, 20 years later, the little boy still graduated and returned home …

Lang Yan stopped talking here, he looked at the time on his wrist watch, and said: "Time flies so quickly, unknowingly five minutes have passed. If you want to know what the little boy will do when he returns, then please look forward to it. Thank you for listening.

After saying that, his face broke into an elegant and meaningful smile, and the image on the screen changed back to its original appearance.

… Hee Zhuolun squinted his eyes.

On the other side of the computer, Lang Yan slowly stopped smiling.

The boy in the story just now was talking about himself. What happened after his father sold him to someone else and sent him to Tansana Academy was not as simple as telling a story. It could be summarized with just a few words.

Lang Yan regained his senses and picked up the stack of photos on the table.

In the photo, it was the same young man, about twelve or thirteen years old. He was very handsome, with thick eyebrows and a straight sword, and his eyes were like the moon in the night sky, curved, smiling like a spring breeze. He was especially good-looking, like a harmless boy, but if you looked carefully, there was also a hint of a wicked smile, and the sharp light in his eyes was something no one dared to underestimate.

This was a picture given to him by the housekeeper who had sent him to the Bride Academy in Tansana twenty years ago, saying that this young man was his future husband.

Husband?

My dear husband, I am back. I will 'serve' you well.

CHAPTER 3 - HE FAMILY

Lang Yan said lightly: Dearest husband, I'm back. I'll 'serve' you well.

Twenty years ago, when he was still young, he didn't understand what the butler meant by husband. The butler also didn't tell him the name of the teenager in the photo. It took years for him to learn from his female seniors that a husband was a husband, just like his father was his mother's husband. On the other hand, Tansana Academy was not only a bridal academy, it was also an aristocratic academy. Hence, a few of the older female upperclassmen who had great family influence could recognize at a glance that the young man in the photo was the great Young Master Hee Zhuolun from the Hee Family of the Z Nation.

As long as it was a business that couldn't be sold in the dark, they would all be part of it, but the main point was that they would still have to rely on selling arms and drugs for a living. Moreover, the power of Hee Family was extremely huge, with branches almost everywhere in the world, so not many people dared to offend Hee Family.

However, the Hee Family people were not flourishing, and every year, the number of people in the Hee Family grew fewer and fewer, because either they had an accident, or their lifespan was not long, and either they could not give birth to a child, or every couple only had one child. Even if they used all sorts of methods or spent a large amount of money, they would not be able to produce any more newborns in the Hee Family.

Because of this, the Old Master Hee began to become superstitious, adding on to his old age, he became more and more convinced that this was a matter of retribution. Gradually, they began to think that their Hee Family had done too many evil deeds, and that the old genius would punish them for it.

Old Master Hee was worried that his only grandson would encounter an accident like his son and his daughter-in-law, so he sent many bodyguards to protect Hee Zhuolun. Therefore, it was very difficult to get close to Hee Zhuolun, and that was the reason why Lang Yan had only talked to him for the first time through his computer.

Furthermore, after observing for a few days, Lang Yan realized that Hee Zhuolun did not recognize him. Even when he reported his name earlier, Hee Zhuolun did not have much of a reaction.

But, how could Hee Zhuolun not recognize him?

He was his daughter-in-law, more or less, he knew of his existence. Could it be that Hee Zhuolun was pretending not to know him?

However, with how precious Old Master Hee was to his grandson, it was normal for him to not know of the shameful matter of having a boy as his daughter-in-law. Otherwise, why would he let a man be his daughter-in-law to protect his grandson? It would be even less possible for him to spend twenty years and also for him to not meet Hee Zhuolun once.

Ugh … No, it could not be said that he had never seen it before.

Ten years ago, the people from Hee Family had come to pick him up and bring him back to Z Nation. It was also at that time that he found out that he was adopted into the Hee Family as a daughter-in-law.

At that time, the steward said he would take him to see someone, but he didn't say who.

The sky was very dark and there was no light. He could vaguely make out the other party's face, because the situation was in a state of crisis, so he did not dare to confirm whether it was Hee Zhuolun or not. After that, he was sent back to Tanasha Academy due to his injuries.

Lang Yan thought about this and unknowingly raised his hand to touch his forehead. In the place where Liu Hai was blocking, there was a circular scar on his middle finger.

He slowly regained his senses, picked up the paper on the table and smiled, on it recorded Hee Zhuolun's month of travel, stolen from his computer by Hee Zhuolun's secretary.

He quickly scanned through the announcement, and finally, his gaze landed on tomorrow's journey.

CHAPTER 4 - IS BOMB

The next morning at 5: 50 AM, Lang Yan was woken up by his phone's alarm.

He rubbed his eyes and walked to the window to pull open the curtains. What he saw was a green and luxurious villa area. Each of the luxurious villas here was a masterpiece by an architect.

Just as the clock on the bed pointed at six o'clock, the gate of the villa area opposite was opened, and a man wearing a white tracksuit walked out. His face was extremely handsome, his skin was white, and his eyes were like stars, and his eyebrows were like swords, and his nose was tall and straight, and his thin water-like lips had a faint smile on them. As long as one saw the neighbors nearby, they would smile and greet him, and he was very polite, but only those who were able to see through him would know that behind his smile was coldness and coldness.

The white clothed man was his fiancé, Hee Zhuolun. It was because Hee Zhuolun lived here that he bought the villa closest to Hee Zhuolun.

His purpose was very simple; it was to get close to Hee Zhuolun and then use all the knowledge he had learned over the years onto Hee Zhuolun. After all, the reason he had been sent to Tansana Academy back then was largely because of Hee Zhuolun, so the time to 'repay' him had come.

Lang Yan looked at the two burly men who were exercising behind Hee Zhuolun. He stopped smiling and leisurely went downstairs to eat breakfast, then, to prepare the things that he might use today.

Waiting until 8 o'clock, when he saw that Hee Zhuolun was about to go out, he sat in front of his computer and used the platform software to change his phone number to enter a phone number.

When Hee Zhuolun came out, he slowly rode on his Harley motorcycle out of the villa. With a smile on his face, he greeted Hee Zhuolun, Mr Hee, what a coincidence, I didn't think that you would also be living here.

Hearing that, Hee Zhuolun looked over, his eyes squinted, and smiled: Indeed it's a coincidence.

Furthermore, Lang Yan had told him a small story through the computer last night, so he was very sure that Lang Yan had moved here because of him. However, he was still unable to guess the other party's motive for doing so for the time being.

The two bodyguards behind saw that it was a stranger, and became cautious. They quickly came to Hee Zhuolun's back.

I just moved to the villa complex yesterday, please take care of me in the future. Lang Yan parked the car in front of Hee Zhuolun, took out a half a foot wide gift box from his backpack, and handed it over: This is a small present I prepared for my new neighbor, I hope Mr Hee will not dislike it.

Hee Zhuolun looked at the exquisite gift box and gently smiled: has spent a lot of money, if you are free in the future, please come visit me at my place.

I will. Lang Yan smiled meaningfully, As long as I'm free, I will be there.

When he said the word empty, he purposefully emphasized.

Hee Zhuolun raised his eyebrows, his smile not changing.

The bodyguard felt that Lang Yan's smile was a little strange, so he took the initiative to go over and receive the gift for his master. Following which, he nimbly heard the soft 'Tick Tack Tack Tack Tack' sound from inside the box, like the sound of a second hand moving in a clock.

He seemed to have thought of something and his expression changed. Then, the voice from the box suddenly stopped.

It's a bomb. The bodyguard hastily tossed the box into the distance.

The other bodyguard was shocked and quickly rushed towards Hee Zhuolun: Young master, quickly get down.

Before Hee Zhuolun could react, his entire body was violently pushed to the ground by the force of the explosion. His body struck the ground heavily, and the pain made him want to cry.

The two bodyguards protected Hee Zhuolun with all their might, but after half a minute, before the bomb had exploded, they heard someone ask sarcastically: What are you guys doing?

The three of them looked up only to see Lang Yan standing in front of them, looking at them with an idiot look on his face.

CHAPTER 5 - PAPER SHEET

Lang Yan folded his hands across his chest and laughed. You just said bomb? Don't tell me you think that I sent you a bomb?

Hee Zhuolun, ...

He was closer to Lang Yan, so he had of course heard the sound coming from inside long ago. However, he didn't think that it was a bomb, otherwise, he wouldn't have stood there motionlessly.

Furthermore, as the Young Master of the Hee Family, what kind of person hadn't he seen before? If he didn't even have the ability to judge others, then wouldn't living this long for nothing?

If I really want to bomb you guys, I can just throw a powerful bomb at your villa. How can I let you guys find out that the bomb inside is a bomb, and even send yourself to the door, killing yourselves for nothing? Am I that stupid? Lang Yan slowly withdrew his smile, Mr Hee, being careful is a good thing, but if you are too cautious, there is a possibility of something bad happening.

He put on his helmet, got on his motorcycle and headed towards the gift box, picked up the gift, and threw it in front of Hee Zhuolun. Then, he rode his bike and left.

It was unknown if it was because he had used too much strength, or if it was because the box had been forcefully thrown out twice, but cracks had appeared on the surface of the box.

Hee Zhuolun couldn't help but be startled when he saw the gift.

The bodyguard who was pressing down on him suddenly widened his eyes, revealing a terrified expression. This was because the gift in the gift box was the bomb that they had previously mentioned.

The bomb was set up in a special way, with a clockwise, minute, and second hand clock on it, but it had stopped spinning. Below it was the electronic clock. What was horrifying was that the electronic clock had only one second left, which meant that there was one second left before the bomb would explode.

Young master, be careful. The two bodyguards anxiously pushed Hee Zhuolun back to the ground, with a dong sound, Hee Zhuolun's face once again touched the ground closely, but this time, they did not press further, but forehead.

… Hee Zhuolun's face darkened, the first thought in his mind was not about the bomb, but to remove the two bodyguards who had overprotected him.

Then, with a bang, the bomb exploded. However, it was not loud, like the sound of fireworks.

The two bodyguards didn't feel any pain in their body and looked puzzled. After a few seconds passed, they vigilantly and slowly raised their heads, only to see colorful pieces of paper fluttering in the air as if celebrating or making fun of them.

Hee Zhuolun's face darkened. Get up quickly.

He had never felt so ashamed in his life.

Yes. The two bodyguards immediately stood up and helped Hee Zhuolun up.

At this moment, a well-dressed middle-aged man walked over with calm steps. He ordered the bodyguard in a cold voice, The two of you, pack up your bags and return to our home.

He had never seen a bodyguard protecting his master while injuring his master. If it weren't for the fact that they were loyal to their master, they wouldn't have been able to return to the main house.

Yes. The two bodyguards looked at Hee Zhuolun's bloody forehead, both feeling guilty and afraid, and did not dare to say a word.

The middle-aged man looked at Hee Zhuolun, and asked with a pained heart: Young Master, are you alright?

I'm fine. Hee Zhuolun frowned, he rubbed his swollen belly, seeing the piece of paper on the floor, he stopped for a moment, then bent down to pick up the paper. The piece of paper was square in shape and about ten centimeters long. There was also a picture of a beautiful little boy with a very bright smile on his face.

He narrowed his eyes and passed the paper slip to the middle-aged man: Uncle Wu, look, isn't the child on this piece of paper the me that I was when I was young?

Martial arts looked down and his cold face softened. He is not the young master from a young age.

He scanned the other pieces of paper and found that they were all painted by their young masters, but all of them were of different ages. There were babies and children, and teenagers and middle-aged people, and there were old men, so that one could see the painters, and the painters, and the painters, and the painters, were so profound and attentive that they made the people in the pictures seem lifelike.

In addition, there were different numbers written on the back of the paper.

Martial Arts found other bodyguards and asked them to pick up the piece of paper without missing a single piece. Then, they found a piece of paper that wrote: According to the numbers on the bottom of the piece of paper, fold it into a small book. There will be a surprise waiting for you.

Hee Zhuolun raised his brows, Surprise? I want to see what kind of surprise it is.

Martial Arts understood what he meant, and ordered the bodyguards to arrange the papers.

Hee Zhuolun passed the piece of paper back to Martial Arts and asked: Uncle Wu, how is the investigation on Lang Yan progressing?

Last night, after Lang Yan closed the video, he immediately sent people to investigate this person.

Martial arts said: For the time being, I don't have an idea.

The person just now was Lang Yan. You can check from the villa across us.

Alright.

Hee Zhuolun picked up the box on the ground and looked at it carefully.

These so-called bombs were actually modified from fireworks. After equipping the clocks, wires, and zero wires, it was like a real bomb.

To be honest, he really didn't think that there would be anyone in this world who would dare to mess with him, and even beat him up twice in a row.

Hee Zhuolun laughed, the smile was extremely gentle and enchanting, but the martial arts beside him felt a chill down his spine.

He took the gift box back to the villa and applied the medicine on his forehead. Then, he drove out of the villa by himself without waiting for the paper to be ordered.

CHAPTER 6 - ONE SHOULD NOT JUDGE ONE'S APPEARANCE BY ONE'S APPEARANCE

Using the rearview mirror on the motorcycle, Lang Yan was once again pushed down to the ground by the bodyguards in a sorry state, causing him to feel extremely happy.

Actually, he wasn't a vengeful person. However, there were some things that couldn't be done without a grudge, especially what happened ten years ago …

Lang Yan thought, and furrowed his brows.

He had originally wanted to settle the score with Old Master Hee and vent his anger, but Old Master Hee had always been a heavily guarded family, it was not easy for him to sneak in, even if he could sneak in once, it would be useless. He did not want to assassinate Hee Family, furthermore for an old man who had experienced all kinds of storms and lost all his relatives, no matter what tricks he played, it would not be painful at all.

I believe that Hee Zhuolun just needs to spurt out his nose a little and he will be unable to sleep for three days and three nights.

Lang Yan left the villa area, and did not dare to make anymore guesses. He focused on speeding up the expressway. Three hours later, they arrived at Longyin Village, which was about 80 kilometers away from B City.

Although this place was very close to the bustling capital, in order to maintain the simple and unadorned style of the city, the roads of the village were paved with mud and stone, making the village look relatively outdated. However, because of this, many people from the city had come to this place in order to experience the life of the village.

In addition, many tourists were attracted by the old houses left behind more than two hundred years ago, and even the village music on the hill was loved by many tourists.

Lang Yan entered the village and saw the old man watering the plants by the side of the road. He stopped the car and asked, Uncle, is there a repair shop that helps people repair small cars?

The uncle laughed brightly, Yes, there is. If you keep walking forward, we'll reach you within a hundred meters.

Lang Yan asked again: Then is there only one repair shop in the village?

Yes.

Hearing his answer, Lang Yan thanked him with satisfaction and drove to the repair shop.

The repair shop only had a man in his thirties. Since he had no business, he could only sit at the counter and play with his phone.

Lang Yan carefully examined the man who seemed to be in low spirits. After confirming that he was not some decent person, he asked: Master, are you the boss here?

Seeing that a customer had come to visit, Car Repairman hurriedly put away his phone and welcomed him with a smile: Yes, Mister, do you want to repair the car?

He looked at Lang Yan's motorbike and revealed an apologetic expression, "Sir, I'm really sorry, I only know how to fix small cars.

Lang Yan smiled: I'm not here to repair cars, I want to do business with you.

When the Car Repairman heard that it was for sale, his smile froze. Sale? Are you trying to sell car parts? That would be even more inappropriate. I brought all of the accessories here from the city by myself."

Based on his words, he did not want to make a deal with Lang Yan.

Lang Yan did not explain as he got off the carriage and walked over to Car Repairman's side and said a few words in a low voice.

Car Repairman was startled, then his eyes lit up, but he still hesitated.

Lang Yan knew what he was worried about and guaranteed, "Don't worry, I will absolutely not commit murder or arson. As long as you do as I say, this matter will definitely not involve you in it.

Car Repairman thought about how there was no business going on recently. He clenched his teeth and agreed to this matter, Alright, but let's make a deal first. If you find out that I am here, I'll tell you that you asked me to do it.

Lang Yan replied, No problem.

He took out a thousand yuan from his wallet and stuffed it into Car Repairman's hands, turned around, and left on his bicycle.

Car Repairman threw the money in his hands and clicked his tongue twice: I didn't think that such a dignified person would not be soft-hearted when doing things that are lacking.

One truly could not judge a book by its cover, one could not judge a book by its cover.

Car Repairman kept the money properly, found the thing he needed later and went to do what Lang Yan had told him to do.

CHAPTER 7 - UNLUCKY

Not long after Lang Yan arrived at Dragoncry Village, a black Bentley arrived at the outskirts of the village. However, before he had gone far, he heard a sudden crash. It was the sound of a car exploding.

The owner of the car quickly braked and five seconds passed before the door was pushed open.

The person who walked out of the car was Hee Zhuolun, who had been injured twice by the bodyguards in the morning. Seeing the broken glass by the side of the road, he frowned, because the surface of the broken glass was covered in mud and dirt, which was extremely similar to mud and stone, so under the light of the sun, it did not reflect any light. Otherwise, he would not have run over the broken glass in the car and caused the wheels to explode.

He looked at the completely flattened wheels, his eyes narrowed and a look of contemplation flashed in them. He thought about the last two times he came here and saw a repair shop in front of him. He had no choice but to slowly drive the car into the village and stop in front of the repair shop.

When he got out of the car, he saw that the shop had quite a few spare parts and maintenance equipment, so he said, Boss, I'll have to trouble you to mend a tire.

Car Repairman, who was playing with his phone, saw that it was a Bentley. His eyes flashed as he put his phone away and smiled, Alright, Mister, you can sit over at the sofa for a while. I'll be able to repair your tire soon.

He poured a cup of water for Hee Zhuolun and quickly dragged a bunch of tools to the back of the car.

Hee Zhuolun did not drink the water on the table. Instead, he took out his mobile phone and called his friends: "Tinghee, I have arrived.

On the other end of the phone, there was a bunch of words, but his voice was intermittent. He Zhuo could barely hear the other side saying, The signal isn't too good here. We'll talk later.

Hee Zhuolun hung up the phone and heard the sound of a plastic bag coming from the back of the car. He quickly walked over and saw that Car Repairman was looking for a tool in the plastic bag.

Car Repairman chuckled to him, Sir, the tire is not serious. I can repair it in 15 minutes.

Hee Zhuolun sat at the side and watched him fix the car.

Car Repairman's movements were extremely proficient. He said that 15 minutes was only 15 minutes. After putting away the tools, he stood up and said, Sir, the tire has already been repaired.

Hee Zhuolun asked: How much?

1500 yuan.

When Car Repairman said this number, a hint of nervousness flashed across his face.

How could he not be nervous?

Of course, he was worried that the other party would not be happy to make trouble for him. After all, the other party did not seem to be someone to be trifled with. Even though the other party seemed gentle, one could tell from the aura he emitted that he was not an ordinary person.

Hee Zhuolun immediately took out 1500 yuan from his wallet and gave it to Car Repairman. To him, 1500 yuan was just a small amount, equivalent to a tip for a waiter. Moreover, how could he, the Eldest Young Master, know how much money was needed for the replacement of the womb?

Thank you, sir. Car Repairman did not expect the other party to give him the money so readily. He happily took out his name card and handed it to Hee Zhuolun: Sir, this is my name card. If you need it, you can call me anytime.

Hee Zhuolun took the postcard and drove off.

However, before they had even driven a hundred meters, the car suddenly stopped.

Hee Zhuolun got down from the carriage with a darkened face.

He felt particularly unlucky today. As soon as he fixed the tires, the car stopped burning.

He had obviously taken care of it yesterday, so why did it suddenly go out?

Could it be the Car Repairman?

However, he had his eyes set on Car Repairman, who would not even have the chance to lay a hand on his car.

Hee Zhuolun immediately walked to the back of the car, wanting to see if the Car Repairman had done anything, but someone shouted out: Sir, your car can't be parked in the middle of the road, it will block the tourists from going in and out and cause a traffic jam.

He looked over and saw a man in a straw hat standing in the cornfield. Because of the glare of the midday sun, he could only tell from his figure, clothes, face, and voice that he was an old man.

In order to not block the way, Hee Zhuolun quickly bent down to check the exhaust pipe.

Seeing that Hee Zhuolun did not immediately drive away, the old man shouted again: Sir, is your car broken down? If your car breaks down, you can ask the Car Repairman in the village to take a look at it for you, or ask him to help you drag your car to the shop and fix it.

Hee Zhuolun stood up and looked at the path that could barely fit two cars together. He then took out his postcard to call Car Repairman.

After the Car Repairman received the phone call, he rushed over and asked: Sir, why have you called me here? It can't be that I haven't fixed the fetus, right?"

Hee Zhuolun's gentle eyes flashed with a hint of sharpness, and he stared at his face: My car can't catch fire.

Can't light a fire? Car Repairman frowned: Can you let me try your car?

Hee Zhuolun didn't notice anything strange from his face, so he merely gave a light grunt.

Car Repairman got on the car to test the engine. After he found that the engine couldn't fire the car, he got off the car and checked the hood. Sir, there might be a problem with the engine.

Can it be fixed?

That's hard to say. If it's not a big problem, we can fix it tomorrow.

Hee Zhuolun planned to stay here for the night anyway, so he nodded his head: I'll trouble you to drag the car back to your shop to repair the engine first, if tomorrow I still can't fix it by then, then I'll think of another way.

Alright.

Hee Zhuolun looked at the watch on his wrist. It was almost 12: 30, so he did not waste time talking to Car Repairman.

When the Car Repairman saw him leave, he leaned against the carriage and heaved a sigh of relief.

This man seemed gentle and gentle, but