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Xiao Wang raised his head slightly to glance at the visitor, then bowed his head respectfully, "I've met the fourth wife."
The latter's smile paused for a second, and a soft voice sounded in his ears, sounding a little resentful.
"Brother Wang, you should still call me Zhenzhen as before."
"I don't dare."
Liang Zhenzhen¡¯s beautiful eyes were in a trance for a moment, she didn¡¯t know what she was thinking of, and her face was covered with sadness.
"I think back then, when I was still living behind me in Chengde Garden, Brother Wang, you were the first person to treat me sincerely."
When mentioning the past, Xiao Wang was even more silent.
If it hadn¡¯t been for that, maybe he would have always treated her as his own sister.
But she should never, never should, use the young master to climb into his bed, and even cause the young master to break both of his legs in order to save her.
All Xiao Wang's love for her disappeared overnight.
"If the fourth wife doesn't have any instructions, I'll go down and do some work." Xiao Wang said in a calm voice, holding the glass box and turning around to leave.
"Wait a minute."
Liang Zhenzhen stopped him, took a step forward, her eyes fell on the thing in his hand, and asked curiously:
"Isn't this the beloved child raised by the second young master?"
"yes."
She was not afraid of the snake at all. She looked at it carefully and saw the snake's open belly, her beautiful eyes widened.
"Then how could he die?"
"To answer the Fourth Wife, it was the Second Young Master who killed the snake in order to apologize to Mr. Bai!"
Was it Ye Yunxiang who killed him?
This is impossible. He likes this thing the most. He even went to Southeast Asia to buy these two snakes.
I have brought these two snakes back since they were just eggs and hatched them myself. In order to train them into combat-type victorious generals, I bought many other types of snakes for them as lunch.
Now, in order to apologize to the Bai family, he actually killed him! ! !
But she underestimated the seemingly unruly pair of grandparents and grandsons, and did not expect Ye Lingtian to trust those two people so much.
"Okay, I understand. You go down."
Liang Zhenzhen withdrew her gaze, waving her fan and walked towards her daughter on the grass.
The little girl was wearing a goose-yellow skirt and pigtails, sitting on the grass and playing, her voice was clear and cute, innocent.
Xiao Wang left and found a good-looking place in the back mountain. He cut off the snake's head and buried it.
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In Fu's house, the lights in the study are as bright as day, and the tall figure behind the desk is as straight as a pine tree.
His hand is still wrapped with white gauze, which does not affect his ability to hold the pen.
The beautiful and well-jointed big hand holds a silver Parker pen, lowering his head and writing quickly.
The light illuminated half of his cheeks, his plump and broad forehead, his thick and long eyelashes concealing the emotions in his eyes, and his nose was straight.
Looking down, her thin lips were pursed tightly, and her whole body was filled with a cool aura.
The other half of his face was silent in the dark, and his face could not be seen clearly. The two styles of light and dark made him look like a mission in a comic, perfect.
When Mr. Fu came in, he saw the tall figure behind the desk and coughed lightly.
"Ahem!"
The man didn¡¯t even raise his head, and a cold voice sounded in the space, ¡°Grandpa, what can I do for you?¡±
¡°You kid, old man, if I¡¯m okay, can¡¯t I come and see you?¡±
As he said that, he walked in with a cane.
At a glance, I saw the words written on the white paper on the table: destroy all views, and cultivate bodhisattva objects and walk only as a matter of volition.
His calligraphy is extremely beautiful, like a dragon rising out of the sea, with a dash of coolness and fierceness.
Mr. Fu glanced at his words and said with some disbelief: "This is - "Yan Hua Sutra"? You are such a good person, why did you think of copying Buddhist scriptures?"
¡°Furthermore, he has always been an atheist, and his behavior today is indeed a bit weird.
Fu Jueshen listened to the doubts in his grandfather's voice and stopped writing after writing the last word.
The pen is placed on the table.
He didn¡¯t answer the question and looked at the mimosa on the table. In the past few days, he always thought of the scene when Xia Yuwan sucked out the poisonous blood for himself.
It¡¯s clear that things have been settled, but he always felt like he was suffocating in his heart.
I heard that copying Buddhist scriptures can calm down my mood, so after taking a bath, Fu Jueshen took out this pen and sat at the table to write.
He didn¡¯t know how many times he had copied it, but Xia Yuwan¡¯s sarcastic smile was still deeply rooted in his mind.
"Just asking for peace of mind, grandpa, it's getting late."
Fu Jueshen said in a cold voice, picked up the cigarette on the side, took out one and put it in his mouth.
He rarely smokes and only smokes when he is upset or feels too much pressure from work.
"Silk~" The blue light of the match was reflected in his deep eyes, which was so cold that he felt bone-deep.
Mr. Fu frowned subconsciously and glanced at Fu Jueshen, "You've been very irritable recently, I can tell."
yes.
"No."
"Don't be too busy to veto it. You are the child I have watched since childhood. Do I still not know what you are like? You are a good child, but there is one thing. You like to keep things in your heart."
This is undoubtedly very tiring.
Other children may come back to show off after being bullied at school or outside, or praised by teachers.
But Fu Jueshen doesn¡¯t know that. He has been very reserved since he was a child. He keeps all his emotions in his heart, whether they are good or bad, and never reveals them.
¡°His external performance is extremely mature and he can handle everything properly, which is also something that makes Mr. Fu very happy.
"Is it because of Wanwan?"
"Snapped."
As soon as Mr. Fu mentioned those two words, Fu Jueshen suddenly used a little more force on the pen in his hand.
The sharp pen tip cut through the paper and carved into the golden nanmu.
broken.
The ink smudged and slowly expanded the area on the white paper, covering up the beautiful words.
He took a deep breath, and the pungent smell of smoke penetrated into his nasal cavity, which was a bit burning.
But who is Fu Jueshen? How could a man who would not frown in the face of life or death lose his composure just because of the smell of cigarette smoke?
As soon as he gave it away, he threw the useless pen on the table.
Leaning back, his back pressed against the cold chair, brought his thoughts back a little.
Holding the cigarette between two slender fingers, a piece of hazy bluish-purple smoke blew out from his thin lips, slowly rising in the study room.
"It's not her."
"You still care about her." Mr. Fu said confidently.
Fu Jueshen's face turned even darker, "I didn't!"
"You have!"
"Otherwise, why would you help her avoid the disaster? Even if you hurt your own hand."
As soon as he finished speaking, Fu Jueshen couldn't even answer it.
After a long silence, he retorted coldly, "If you see a dog dying on the road, grandpa will go and save it, right?"
Hearing this, Mr. Fu couldn't help but roll his eyes.
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