The young assistant at the side widened his eyes with an expression of disbelief. What kind of magical operation was this? The president didn't even stop it.

"My name is Yan Qingluo. I've saved my number in your phone. Whenever you figure it out, feel free to call me."

Yan Qingluo, Luo ...

When he heard Yan Qingluo's name, Mu Ye was distracted for a moment.

It was as if he was back in the time when he was ten years old and was kidnapped in Country M. He was locked up in a dark, shabby house every day. There were not only rats, mosquitoes, but even snakes. For a young master who had lived a life of luxury, he had never experienced such hardship.

He was so scared that he cried every day, but there was a little girl who came to see him every day, secretly gave him candy, talked to him, and drove away snakes, rats, mosquitoes and insects for him ...

"What's your name?" asked the little boy.

"Me? My name is 2064." The little girl was dirty and ragged, like a little beggar, but her eyes were sparkling.

She gently pulled at the loose clothes on her shoulders and pointed to the tattoo of a string of numbers on her collarbone. "Here, 2064."

"2064? What kind of name is 2064? It's just a number. Don't you have a name?"

"Name ... name ... Luo, I should be called Luo."

"Luo Shen's Luo? Sounds good."

The little girl nodded blankly. She didn't quite understand what Luoshen was, but after hearing what the little boy said, she felt that it must be a very beautiful thing.

"May I have your name?"

Before he could say his name, the little girl was taken away by his kidnappers and never came back.

Until the day he ran away, the little girl didn't say anything, but suddenly ran over, cut the ropes that bound his hands and feet, and let him run along a road until he reached the river, where there was a boat. If he rowed forward, he could escape. No matter what he heard, don't look back. Keep running, don't look back.

As he was running, he suddenly heard a gunshot.

He looked back and saw the little girl named Luo was shot in the left shoulder and fell in a pool of blood. He was so scared that he didn't dare to stop and look, but just ran forward desperately ...

He still didn't tell the little girl his name.

I guess she's gone now.

Just now, Yan Qingluo's hair happened to cover his collarbone, and I didn't see if there was a tattoo of 2064 ...

Yan Qingluo, is it her?

"Mr. Mu, Mr. Mu, let's go!" The young assistant Dong Yu called Mu Ye back from his thoughts.

Mu Ye looked up, but Yan Qingluo was gone.

It was already one o'clock in the morning when Yan Qingluo returned to his grandfather's villa. As soon as he entered the door, he saw Yan Zhihan pacing anxiously in the living room.

"Xiao Si, my good sister, you're finally back. Are you trying to make your brother anxious to death? Look at you, you don't even bring your cell phone when you go out. If I hadn't asked Xiao Jiang, I would have known that you were fine ... " As soon as Yan Zhihan saw Yan Qingluo, he rushed up to her, grabbed her, and started to chatter.

"Brother, I'm back safe and sound."

It was not until Yan Qingluo's sweet voice sounded that Yan Zhihan immediately stopped complaining.

The only way to deal with sister complex is to act coquettishly.

Yan Qingluo did not have the habit of carrying a mobile phone. When they went out on missions, they usually used professional equipment such as throat vibration air duct headphones.

"Ah, Xiao Si, are you hurt? Where is it bleeding ... " Yan Zhihan suddenly saw the blood on Yan Qingluo's skirt, and held her shoulders and looked left and right.

"It's not my blood. I accidentally got it on me when I was helping someone else treat a wound. I'll go wash it." Yan Qingluo said calmly and turned to go into his room.

"Eh!"

Yan Zhihan looked disappointed. He hadn't had time to tell her that he had received a express delivery for her today.

Late at night, a royal blue Rolls-Royce Phantom was speeding on the highway from Quecheng to Kyoto, and a deep and magnetic male voice was heard from inside the car.

"Go find out who this Yan Qingluo is."

Thinking of what happened tonight, Mu Ye's eyes became gloomy again. There was no one who dared to barge into his life like this.

Dong Yu was driving the car, looking at the rearview mirror with lingering fear, "Yes, President Mu."

"Don't tell Xiao Wan about what happened today, so as not to make him worry." Mu Ye, a man as cold as ice, only showed a trace of tenderness between his brows when he mentioned his younger brother.

"I see, President Mu. I'm afraid you can't hide your injuries."

"I'll go directly to Yemei Manor and stay there until my injury heals. Tell Xiaowan and the company that I'm on a business trip."

"Okay." Dong Yu raised his hand to adjust his glasses. The president was so cautious that he didn't even go to the company.

Half an hour later, a luxurious, magnificent manor gradually became clear in the night.

The Rolls-Royce drove through the carved iron gate, above which were written the two characters "Night Charm". This western-style manor was designed by a famous foreign designer, in the typical southern style of the United States. The white pillars stood tall, the marble rolled up snow-white vortexes, the ebony doors and windows were all meticulously carved, and the trees shaded it, making it even more magnificent.

It is like a top-notch private manor.

This villa is where Mu Ye’s mother lived before she died.

"Mr. Mu, are you hungry? I'll go make you something to eat." Dong Yu asked softly.

There is no housekeeper or servants in the manor, only people who come to take care of it regularly.

"No, if you're hungry just eat something. I'll go back to my room first."

Dong Yu looked at Mu Ye's depressed look and felt a little uncomfortable in his heart. Every time the president came to this manor, he would not be very happy because he missed his mother. Although he usually looked like everyone owed him money, it was especially serious when he came to Yemei Manor.

Back in the room, Mu Ye gently unbuttoned his shirt, and in order to avoid hurting the wound, he took off his clothes slowly.

He looked down at his wound. Although the bandage was rough, it was effective.

The image of Yan Qingluo's delicate face, which showed both childishness and sophistication, unconsciously emerged in my mind.

Luo, Yan Qingluo ...

Is it the same person?

He took out his cell phone and looked at the phone number corresponding to the three words "Yan Qingluo" in the address book. He hesitated for a long time and ultimately did not dial the number.

Just when he was about to turn off his phone and take a break, Mu Wan called.

"Hey, Xiao Wan, why aren't you asleep yet at this time? Going to bed late is bad for your heart." Mu Ye came up and started scolding.

"Brother, you are still talking about me. You were not asleep either, and you answered the phone immediately." A soft voice sounded from the other end of the phone.

"Can you compete with me?"

"No, no, my brother is Iron Man, he doesn't need to sleep. Brother, why are you in such a hurry to go on this business trip? You didn't tell me in advance."

"Well, something happened here temporarily. I will go back after it is dealt with."

"How many days will that take?"

"I'm not sure yet. I'll tell you when I get back. Go to bed and don't stay up late anymore."

"Oh, goodnight, bro."

"OK, good night."

Mu Ye hung up the phone, lay on the bed with his eyes closed, his thick eyelashes fluttering, and the sound of the gunshot rang in his ears from time to time.

He suddenly opened his eyes, narrowed his dark pupils, and simply sat up.

Ever since he was kidnapped, he could no longer have a deep sleep. He slept very lightly and even had difficulty falling asleep.

He suspected that he had post-traumatic stress disorder and received psychological treatment, but no matter what method he used, the problem of sleep could not be solved.