Ghost husband knocks on the door at night: Obediently marry

The former has fought against each other several times without success, and the latter is even more like an enemy or friend.

If not these two people, who else could it be?

"That man's soul was seized by the casino, right?" Although Oman's tone seemed to be asking, his expression clearly showed that he had known it for a long time.

"Yes, you also know about his ransom?" Li Huajing asked tentatively, not caring how Oman got the information.

"What's wrong with Cheng Moxun, you should know better than me." Aman nodded: "I wasn't interested in her at the casino, but the man's description is very interesting..."

"It's really done a lot of bad things." Li Huajing frowned: "Hell doesn't necessarily want him?"

"Thinking too much, how could hell not even accept this level?" Oman seemed to think of something delicious, and couldn't help but licked his lips: "This kind of soul can be eaten everywhere."

"..."

Li Huajing looked at her silently for a while, and then continued the topic discussion: "You mean, the casino is now interested in Cheng Moxun."

Aman nodded: "Didn't you get any news from Cheng Moxun?"

"There are quite a lot." Li Huajing recalled the memory that belonged to Cheng Moxun that he felt in the room, and suddenly couldn't help chuckling: "The ghost of that man is really too restless."

He is obviously a self-inflicted gambler, but he still must throw the blame for the victim to Mo Yimo.

Looking at the resentful expressions of his wife and daughter, one can imagine how strong the desire for revenge has been instilled.

Although I don't know what message this man conveyed to the casino that secretly tamed the soul.

But according to Cheng Moxun's conversation with him in the afternoon, the casino probably wanted to pull Cheng Moxun into the abyss.

Oman was right.

At this moment, Cheng Moxun, who was upstairs, was staring at Xu Ziyu with his eyes wide open.

"I'm really fine, but you, your face is too haggard..." She patted her big palm on her hand lightly: "Go and rest for a while."

Xu Ziyu shook his head, he didn't speak, he was quickly sorting out what happened that day in his mind.

"What's wrong with you?" Cheng Moxun remembered the question she asked about Mo Yimo before going to bed.

But she didn't think that Mo Yimo was enough to make Xu Ziyu so uneasy.

"My thoughts are messed up right now." Xu Ziyu sighed, eyes full of tiredness: "It seems that many things can be understood in just a single thought, but I just can't do it."

He let go of Cheng Moxun's hand, inserted his fingers into his hair, and pressed slightly hard on his scalp.

"Did something happen this afternoon?" Thinking of Xu Ziyu's hasty departure in the afternoon, the expression on his face when he went to the meeting is still vivid.

"I don't know who broke the news about Uncle Tao's disappearance." Xu Ziyu's eyes flashed fiercely: "Also, the hotel has received a threat letter."

"Ah?" Cheng Moxun was puzzled: "Threatening what?"

The purpose of that kind of letter is generally more personal, right?How will rise to the content of the meeting?
"There is a mistake in the hotel's holdings, but that's not the point." Xu Ziyu's face was not very good: "Someone used this to negotiate conditions and asked the hotel not to do anything about it, otherwise..."

"Otherwise what?" Cheng Moxun was still at a loss: "Can people outside the hotel intervene in things like holding shares?"

"It's surprising that there was a mistake." Xu Ziyu shook his head: "The other party suggested that if they don't follow through, they will make Uncle Tao disappear forever and plant the blame on me."

Cheng Moxun's eyes widened: "Who would do this? What's the benefit of doing this?"

"Although there is no clear signature, the envelope and pattern of the threatening letter show that they are not ordinary people." Xu Ziyu's eyes flashed a gloomy look: "This is probably to annex Xu's assets."

"..." Cheng Moxun was startled by this sentence: "Who is so ambitious?"

"No matter who it is, it's impossible to do it." Xu Ziyu's words were firm and undeniable: "But..."

He seemed to hesitate for a moment before continuing to say: "It is very possible to cause some trauma to Mrs. Xu."

Cheng Moxun turned his mind several times, but still couldn't figure it out: "Who did you offend?"

"No." Xu Ziyu lowered his head and smiled bitterly, then took her hand again: "Someone deliberately wanted to provoke us."

we……

The word is used a little cleverly, but it also has a meaning.

At almost the same moment, Mo Yimo's hand holding the newspaper trembled slightly.

Half a minute later, he lowered his eyes, folded the newspaper, and then folded it... Finally, it was folded into a piece of paper the size of a palm.

He opened the second drawer of the low table where the lamp was placed, and it was filled with pieces of newspaper like the one in his hand.

With a light wave of his hand, the folded newspaper pieces fell into the drawer in a parabola.

Mo Yimo quietly closed the drawer, and tore off the dark red bow on the collar of the shirt.

"Mr. Mo." A white-haired old man wearing a white shirt and a dark gray satin vest appeared at the door: "There is still an hour, do you need to arrange a car?"

Although the old man is gray-haired, he has meticulously styled his hair and dressed very neatly.

"Wait another 10 minutes." Mo Yimo threw the torn off bowknot on the table top of the low table: "No, 10 minutes."

The surprise on the old man's face flashed past, he nodded without saying anything, then turned and left.

Mo Yimo seemed agitated, he rubbed his hair, then stared at the bowknot that he had abandoned for a while.

A minute later, he looked impatient and grabbed the bow, and re-tied it at the neckline.

It's just that he didn't feel comfortable no matter how he fastened it, so he tossed it a few more times, then strode out the door with a frown on his face.

Outside the door was a narrow all-wooden corridor, and he walked towards the left with almost no pause, and soon came to a Japanese-style tatami-style hall.

Several people sat in twos and threes in the lobby, some were reading books, some were playing video games, and some were chatting idly.

But no matter what these people were doing before, the moment Mo Yimo entered the room, they immediately sat up straight and dropped everything in their hands.

"Two or 10 minutes later, go to Xingding Casino." Mo Yimo's voice was soft, not intimidating at all, but it still made everyone's eyes widen and listen carefully: "I need two people."

There was silence in the hall for 2 minutes.

Then, everyone started looking at each other.

After another 2 minutes, a man and a woman walked out of the small group chatting just now: "Let's go."

The man looked like a middle-aged man. Apart from his vicissitudes of life, he dressed more casually and informally.

A woman... No, to be precise, she is a girl, who looks immature like a junior high school student, dresses full of childishness, and always has a bright smile on her face.

The old man who asked Mo Yimo just now appeared at the entrance of the hall.

His eyes were a little cloudy. After quickly scanning a man and a woman who were close to Mo Yimo, he quickly walked to Mo Yimo's side: "These two, is it possible?"

"Just to meet each other." Mo Yimo's eyes were flat, and his tone did not fluctuate: "It will be fine."

The old man looked a little uncertain, but still nodded silently, and stood behind Mo Yimo.

"Will it be a long time?" The middle-aged man yawned: "It's too late after all."

Mo Yimo shook his head: "Just in case, you can come back early."

"Leave you there alone!" The girl giggled, "No way..."

The middle-aged man looked at the old man again: "Who is the driver this time?"

The old man shook his head, his white hair was shining faintly under the light above his head.

"As long as it's not the one who made Yimo rain last time." The girl still smiled happily: "I have no objection."

"The last time it rained was because of that woman." The middle-aged man frowned, looking very puzzled: "What's the relationship with the driver?"

"Anyway, it's dereliction of duty!" The girl winked mischievously at Mo Yimo: "Also, who is that woman? Can I meet?"

Mo Yimo smiled slightly, although his expression was peaceful, but hostility emanated from his whole body: "You are overstepping the distance."

Seeing this, the middle-aged man put away the lazy and sleepy expression on his face, and tugged at the girl's pink sleeve.

The girl stuck out her tongue, hid behind the middle-aged man, and secretly looked at Mo Yimo's expression.

"Twenty-ten minutes may be a long time." The old man stood behind Mo Yimo and said, "If you go to the casino, you need more time and budget."

"What time is written on the invitation letter?" Mo Yimo did not respond to the old man's worries, but asked on his own.

The old man pulled out a palm-sized rectangular envelope from the pocket of his dark gray vest, and he opened it to take out a golden card.

He slowly put the classic chain glasses stuck on the edge of his vest on the bridge of his nose, and then carefully read the content on the card: "Well, it's eleven o'clock."

"It's still early." Mo Yimo tore off the bow tie around his neck and threw it to the middle-aged man: "Help me choose the one that is completely opposite to this style."

The middle-aged man raised his eyebrows indifferently, and then threw the bow tie he just received to the girl behind him: "Women are better at this kind of thing."

"I don't know if that woman who hurt Yimo so much would do such a thing." Although the girl curled her lips, she still had a smile on her face.

"Now is not the time to be jealous." The middle-aged man yawned, turned around and took two steps, and then lay down: "Call me when you leave."

"There are only 10 minutes left." The girl walked to the middle-aged man and kicked him lightly: "You will not wake up."

"In 10 minutes, why don't you hurry up and pick your tie." The middle-aged man frowned, waved his hand casually, and didn't even open his eyes.