Yu Lingmei looked at Chu Yan's back and left, and a trace of sweetness suddenly rose in her heart. Although she didn't expect Chu Yan to have such an unhappy reaction, the words Chu Yan said before leaving made her feel extremely warm and comfortable.

"Sister Mei, it's not that she is stingy, but that she is not used to being fooled by others, especially those she trusts. This is very unhappy!" Yu Lingmei directly ignored other words. This was the clearest passage she heard, "Am I the person you trust? This feels really good."

With sweetness in her heart and a smile on her face, Yu Lingmei returned to the fitness room. She was not stupid. She knew very well that the main reason why Chu Yan was unhappy.

"It seems that Chu Yan will help you with anything that cannot be a bit big in the future. He is not a godfather's subordinate, so he has no obligation." Yu Lingmei thought clearly. If it were someone else, she was fooled when she was sleeping soundly, and then she found that she had no relationship with the person he cared about. No one would be happy. It would be great if she didn't go crazy on the spot.

"This kid Chu Yan is still this temper." Old Leng Beihai has become a spirit, so naturally he could see that Chu Yan is very unhappy with what happened today. He also knew that if it weren't for Yu Lingmei's call, Chu Yan would never have come. Therefore, he had to do something, otherwise if there was something life or death-related in the future, he would need Chu Yan's help, and maybe that kid would let go and ignore it, it would be a big trouble.

"Godfather, Chu Yan is indeed in trouble. I called him and said that you had started fighting with Uncle Beifeng. He immediately put down what he was doing and rushed over. When he came here, he saw that it was not the case at all. He would naturally be very upset. But it doesn't matter. Godfather, you will do nothing if you promised someone. I just heard Chu Yan say that what he had suspended before seemed to be at stake in human life. In order to come and help, he put it down." Yu Lingmei stopped at this point. Although it sounded a little unfinished, in fact, everything that should be said has been said. Whether it is Leng Beihai or Beifeng, you can understand what Yu Lingmei said.

"Brother, that kid has some ability, drink tea." Beifeng was not too upset when he lost the game. It was interesting to compete with both losing and winning. I am afraid that he would get bored if he wins every day for a long time.

"He has more than just a little bit of ability... let's drink tea." Leng Beihai also smiled and sighed. He continued to drink Kung Fu Tea. The two of them were no longer competing, but started chatting.

Chu Yan drove back to the general. After this trouble, he lost his sleepiness. He lay on the bed thinking about what he was going to do, supplementing any key points that might be missed, and time passed by minute by minute.

In the night, a red Porsche Cayenne slowly stopped in front of Chu Yan's door. Yu Lingmei's figure walked out of the car, carrying a bottle of very quaint red wine box in her hand, and walked to Chu Yan's doorstep and gently pressed the doorbell.

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The next morning, when the first ray of sunshine in the morning shone on the spacious big bed in Chu Yan's bedroom, the two bodies that had been lingering all night gradually became moving.

"Good morning." Looking at Yu Lingmei who opened her sleepy eyes in her arms, Chu Yan said good morning softly. Yu Lingmei nodded, got up from the bed, rubbed her sleepy eyes and walked into the bathroom naked.

The bed in the morning is definitely the most attractive, but Chu Yan didn't have time to sleep again. When Yu Lingmei came out of the bathroom, Chu Yan was dressed neatly and prepared to set off.

"Yan, where are you going?" Yu Lingmei was a little surprised. According to her understanding of Chu Yan, the two of them should have a passionate morning refreshing march this morning.

"I'm going to Beidu City, and there are very important things to do." Chu Yan smiled and picked up his car keys, then walked to Yu Lingmei, hugged her in her arms, lowered her head and gave it to Yu Lingmei with a gentle morning kiss.

"You can sleep for a while. It may take me three to five days to come back. Call me if you have something. Do you understand what I am talking about?" Chu Yan said clearly. The impression that yesterday left on Chu Yan was really not very good. Chu Yan didn't want to have another next time.

"I understand, then be careful on the road. By the way, what car do you like?" Yu Lingmei didn't say much. She understood that Chu Yan was not a person who likes to waste time.

"Freiner p4xl!" Chu Yan had almost no thoughts and directly reported the car's brand and model. After Yu Lingmei heard this somewhat unfamiliar brand and model, although she didn't know what kind of car it was, the Internet is so developed now that she can find out after checking it online. So she didn't ask much, just repeated it, and then sorted out the collar of Chu Yan's shirt.

"Furina p4xl, I've recorded it. Be careful along the way. Remember to call me if you have anything." After Yu Lingmei finished this, she picked up her skirt from the bed and put it on her body directly, and then sent Chu Yan out of the door. To be honest, this feeling is really a bit like a wife sending her husband to work at home.

"Okay, just lock the door when you leave." Chu Yan said and got into the car, then drove away from the general. During the time he met Linghu Lan, Chu Yan took out his cell phone and called Mo Xiyao.

"Xiyao, do you have more detailed information about the Good Art School? I'm going to visit there soon. I don't want to be bombed out if I can't even enter the door." Chu Yan naturally knew that outsiders would never have a chance to sneak in for such a private aristocratic school, so it would be more beneficial for his visit.

"I have collected some information about the school security part and sent it to you immediately, but you woke me up so early, which is really annoying." After Mo Xiyao said that, she hung up the phone directly. After a while, Chu Yan received an email from Mo Xiyao on his cell phone.

After opening the email, Chu Yan instantly showed an unexpected smile. The familiar face in the photo on the email surprised Chu Yan.

"Dike? It's not really such a coincidence, right?" Chu Yan muttered, quickly finished reading the information, and then successfully met with Linghu Lan. The two of them and two cars rushed straight to Beidu City!

The weather in Beidu City is very good. Although it is not cloudless, it is just a few white clouds floating. Chu Yan and Linghu Lan successfully arrived in Beidu City and stayed at Shangri-La Hotel. The show that Linghu Lan mentioned only started the next night, so Chu Yan did not waste any time and drove directly to Beidu Good Art School.

Goode School of Art, China's top aristocratic school, all teachers are of top international standards and the majors offered are also different. As long as you can afford the tuition, Michael Jackson can invite you to live. People who go out of this school are basically the targets of various industries rushing to compete for it.

At 4:30, a pleasant ringtone rang on the campus. Five minutes later, various top sports cars rushed out of the school. After all, it was a noble school. Almost all students used cars to travel, which hindered Chu Nan's purpose of coming here.

"It's interesting!" Chu Yan looked at the top-level cars driving out of the school, and the curve of his mouth slightly raised. He came here naturally to find the girl in the photo he was holding now.

Open the car door, Chu Yan got out of the car, holding a half-small butt in his mouth, and walked towards the school gate. At the school gate was a luxurious reception room, next to the reception room was a campus police center. Chu Nan’s target was the police center.

Chu Yan has his own plans for choosing a police center instead of a reception room. In the information Mo Xiyao sent him, he knew that the head of the police center of this school was a Frenchman named Dirk. He was proficient in seven languages ​​and had an extremely outstanding identity background. Dealing with this type of person is Chu Yan’s best at!

"Hello!" Chu Yan came to the door of the police center and raised his hand to knock on the door. The person who opened the door was a middle-aged man in his thirties, wearing a straight uniform, with a stick slamming around his waist, staring at Chu Nan with sharp eyes.

"Hello, who are you? What's going on here?" The other party spoke Chinese and asked concisely and directly.
Chapter completed!