C1484 It Was All Fate
C1484 It Was All Fate
"But in the whole Jiangnan area, you are the only one who practices magic! You are the only one who has the ability to kill so many people in such a short period of time with flames!"
"Meng Ran, I know that you have a grudge with Zhuang Jian's family. I don't blame you for killing him for revenge, but why do you want to implicate the innocent? The bosses of the Heavenly River Group, the Nourishing Group, and the Yaobang Group were innocent. Why did you attack them?! "
Ning Feixuan was full of questions. She knew that this young man in front of her was definitely not a bloodthirsty person, but Ning Feixuan had specially investigated the information of the company's bosses.
Not to mention Meng Ran, even the Maple Flourishing Company rarely interacted with him. Logically speaking, they should be geniuses from two different worlds. Meng Ran had no reason to attack them.
"That's right, Ran. We have all heard about what happened in Beijing last night. What exactly happened? Where did you go last night? "
Soong Shuling could not help but look at her son anxiously. What happened last night had caused a huge commotion in Jiangnan Province.
The severity of the incident was no less than Meng Ran killing Jiang Shaofu in the Broadcast Building a few days ago, and scaring the entire Huaxia Ground!
"Ran..."
Su Fangfei could not help but hold Meng Ran's hand tightly, afraid that something would happen to him.
"Ning Feixuan, I know better than you whether these people are innocent or not." Meng Ran replied her indifferently, he was too lazy to argue with this woman.
Meng Ran, who originally wanted to chase her away, suddenly thought of Ning Feixuan's mother. He looked at the lady in the leather jacket with a gentler gaze.
Forget it. This is her duty. Why should I make things difficult for her? Since ancient times, beauties have a thin life. In the end, she is still a person with a bitter life.
Soundlessly sighing, Meng Ran's voice was slightly gentle. He faced Ning Feixuan and said somewhat gently, "Mom made lunch. Why don't you stay and eat some?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the lady in the leather jacket, who was originally full of anger, seemed to have seen something that should not have happened. She looked at Meng Ran with a strange expression.
"What... what did you say?"
Meng Ran was too lazy to care about this woman. He pulled Su Fangfei's soft hands towards the dining table and continued to sweep the wind and clouds.
Seeing his beloved son and this Imperial Sister bickering, it was as if they were enemies. Soong Shuling could not help covering her mouth and laughing secretly. She took the initiative to persuade Ning Feixuan and Gao Junwu to join the dining table.
"Captain Ning, this child Ran is like this. His words are not light or heavy. Don't be angry with him. Come, quickly taste Aunt Ling's cooking."
Soong Shuling said a few words and forcefully persuaded Ning Feixuan to enter the dining table. It was simply like a family.
Ning Feixuan hesitated for a long time and secretly looked at Meng Ran from time to time. However, she quickly retracted her gaze, afraid that he would find out that she was secretly looking at him.
However, how could Ning Feixuan's little thoughts escape Meng Ran's Divine Sense?
"Ran, what are you still standing there for? Get some food for Captain Ning." The considerate Great Beauty Su looked at her little cousin with a flirtatious gaze.
Sigh...
Meng Ran sighed silently. He could only feel that Ning Feixuan had fallen deeper and deeper into him.
"Eat more. Mom's craftsmanship is very good." After giving Ning Feixuan a piece of fish meat, Meng Ran buried his head in the rice.
Regarding Ning Feixuan, Meng Ran only had sympathy in his heart. Back then, Meng Ran was far away from Earth and fought alone in Immortal Cultivation World. He understood the pain of losing his family better than anyone else.
Ning Feixuan had lost her mother when she was young. What she carried was not the mission of the Ning Family's family. Once the power of light in her body awakened, the Western European Church would find Ning Feixuan sooner or later.
The word fate was displayed by this cold and elegant Imperial Sister.