Chapter 1509
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Xuan Ying looked at the bungalow not too far away. He had followed her here, thinking that she would stay in a hotel. He hadn't expected her to stay in this bungalow.
This bungalow was located in a bustling area and only the rich and powerful could afford to stay in it. Every inch of land was gold.
She was living a good life now. She had the support of a luxury brand, drove a luxurious car and even lived in such an expensive house.
It wasn't easy for a woman to live outside with a child. Xuan Ying got Ah Zhou to investigate the owner of this house.
The owner was a man, Mr Laylen.
Xuan Ying pressed one hand on the steering wheel, the other gripping his phone. He pursed his lips into a firm line. "Who is this Mr Laylen?"
"Master, we haven't been able to find out Mr Laylen's background yet, but …" Ah Zhou was a little hesitant.
Xuan Ying furrowed his brows. "Are you mute?"
Ah Zhou quickly said, "Master, I have a bold guess. Three years ago, Miss Xia left with Little Miss and didn't accept your gold-stamped black card. These three years, Miss Xia has become famous in the design industry. I'm guessing that someone is supporting her from behind the scenes.
"Miss Xia is so beautiful. I heard that many beautiful young girls are kept by rich old men. Those old men are in their 40s or 50s and have families. Those young girls sell their bodies, and those old men provide their relationships and money. It's naked." "Miss Xia is so beautiful.
Before Ah Zhou could finish his sentence, Xuan Ying interrupted him. "Shut up! Lingling isn't that kind of girl! "
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Ah Zhou didn't dare to speak anymore. He didn't say anything, it was just a wild guess. He hadn't expected Master to fly into a rage.
"Beep, beep." Xuan Ying hung up the call.
Xuan Ying threw his phone on the passenger seat and leaned back against the seat, massaging his temples.
He didn't believe Ah Zhou's nonsense.
But did this bungalow belong to that Mr. Laylen?
Could it be that Mr Laylen had forced Lingling to stay here?
Xuan Ying's thoughts ran wild. He hadn't taken care of them for the past three years. Lingling must have suffered a lot.
Such a beautiful woman was in a difficult situation. She was most likely to be targeted by rich old men who harbored malicious intentions.
If he were to encounter Laylen, he would definitely get rid of him for Lingling.
Xuan Ying's mind was filled with Xia Ling's face. He missed her so much that he was going crazy.
And Mu Mu.
This time, she didn't bring Mu Mu back.
Lighting another cigarette, Xuan Ying picked up his phone and dialed the number Ah Zhou had just sent him.
The phone on the other end rang once before it was picked up. A gentle and charming voice was heard, "Hello."
It was Xia Ling.
Xuan Ying held a cigarette in his left hand, the smoke blurring his handsome face. He licked his dry lips. "Lingling, it's me."
He paused for two seconds. "Silver Mask King, you're looking for me?"
"Lingling, where's Mu Mu? I want to see her. Don't worry, I won't fight with you for your daughter."
"Silver Mask King, Mu Mu is your daughter and you're her father. Of course you have the right to see her. However, Mu Mu isn't with me now. She'll be here tomorrow and I'll arrange for the two of you to meet. What do you think?"
"Alright."
"Alright then, I'll hang up first."
Xia Ling was about to hang up.
Xuan Ying's heart clenched. "Lingling."
"Silver Mask King, is there anything else?"
Hearing her distant and polite voice, Xuan Ying lowered his eyes. "It's nothing, it's nothing."
With two beeps, the other end of the call was hung up.
She had hung up the phone.
Xuan Ying held onto his phone, putting the cigarette to his lips and taking a deep puff. Perhaps he had smoked too quickly, he hunched his back and started coughing violently.
At this moment, he lifted his head and saw an old man in his fifties outside the car window. He was driving a Rolls-Royce and parked outside the bungalow.
Xuan Ying was stunned. This was Mr Laylen?
His pair of glassy black eyes instantly burst with a cold light. His large palm opened the car door, and his tall legs stood outside. He took one last puff of the cigarette, then threw the butt on the ground, and used his heavy military boots to extinguish it.
Xuan Ying strode over.
As soon as the old man got out of the car, a strong fist came at him like a storm.
Bam bam bam.
The maid in the bungalow heard someone knocking on the door. It sounded like a man had clenched his fists and it seemed like he was going to break the door in the next second.
"Who is it? I'm coming!"
The maid hurriedly opened the door.
The cold wind outside rushed in and a tall figure stood by the door. The man was too tall and he was like a door god, exuding a powerful aura.
"May I know who you're looking for?" the maid asked.
Xuan Ying glanced at the maid impassively and entered the bungalow. His sharp eyes scanned the surroundings. "Lingling! Lingling! "
"Sir, who exactly are you? You're trespassing, I'm going to call the police!"
Xuan Ying ran up the stairs.
"Sir!" The maid wanted to stop Xuan Ying.
Xuan Ying turned his head, giving the maid a cold glare.
The maid froze. Xuan Ying was a general and he had the stature of a general. His fierce aura made the maid's scalp go numb.
The maid didn't dare to say a word more.
Xuan Ying went upstairs and pushed open the door to the master bedroom.
The moment he entered the room, he caught a whiff of a woman's fragrance. It was completely different from the cold wind outside. The soft bed and pillows in the room were like a tomb for a single man like him who had been guarding the cold for three years.
Xuan Ying stopped in his tracks. At this moment, he heard Xia Ling's voice. "Auntie, I'm done showering. Help me apply some moisturizer."
Xuan Ying lifted his eyes and saw a lithe figure in front of him.
Xia Ling had just showered and was lying on a rattan chair beside the full-length window. She was wearing a backless black dress.
Xuan Ying's pupils contracted, his gaze landed on her and he couldn't take it away.
Her entire back was exposed. Her skin was as smooth as suet, and even before he touched it, he could already feel how smooth it was. Her waist was deeply indented, but her bottom was perky and perky. The deep shape almost made him have a nosebleed.
Xuan Ying hadn't thought about doing that with women in the past three years. Now that he saw such an exciting scene, he felt as though his throat was on fire.
"Auntie, what are you doing? Come over quickly."
Xia Ling had been exhausted for the entire day. Her slender arms were under her pillow and even her voice was languid and seductive.
Xuan Ying walked over.
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