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- Ito Haocheng¡¯s courage and deep love for saving Xia Yuwan¡¯s heart, actually made her feel a little shaken.
This made Zhu Sha couldn't help but think of herself and Brother Yi. They also loved each other so much. If it weren't for the worldly gap in status, she wouldn't have fallen into this situation.
As if he had already made up his mind to die, he closed his eyes and calmly waited for the arrival of death.
Seeing that the needle was about to pierce Ito Haocheng's body, Zhusha suddenly stopped.
She turned around and handed the syringe in her hand to the man behind her. She opened her red lips and said, "Come here, I remember that you didn't like him the most before? Now, I will give you this opportunity to kill him!" "
"yes!"
Under the mask, a look of hesitation appeared on Mr. Hua's face, his eyes flickering.
Yes, he hated Fang Haocheng very much, and the two of them had always been at odds.
Among the three people, it goes without saying that Thirteen is the only son of the family leader and their young master, and he deserves to be the number one.
The competition for ranking is actually between him and Fang Haocheng, but unfortunately, as long as the latter is there, he, the dignified Third Master Hua, can only be ranked second.
Hua Sanye, who had wanted to pull Jiuluan down countless times, hesitated at this moment because he thought of Fang Xiaoxiao.
When she looked at him, the disappointment and fear in her eyes hurt his heart. He didn't want Xiaoxiao to look at her like a devil.
"San'er, do it!"
Cinnabar urged.
"yes."
The third master made up his mind and reached out to hold down Ito Haocheng's arm. He held a syringe in his other hand and pricked it hard.
As the potion was consumed little by little, fine cold sweat broke out on the man's forehead. His body fell uncontrollably on the bed and began to twitch in pain.
Mr. Hua withdrew the needle and threw it aside in disgust. With his back to Zhusha, he quickly took out a brown pill from under his robe and stuffed it into the man's hand.
She looked at him with a meaningful look in her eyes and said, "Only if you are dead can I rest assured."
"you!"
Ito Haocheng's pupils shrank into small dots physiologically. He glanced at the "old enemy" standing in front of him in disbelief, opened his mouth, but said nothing more.
Zhu Sha was very satisfied with what she saw. She clapped her hands and said with a smile: "Okay San'er, well done. The mission is accomplished, let's go!"
"Um."
Before Mr. Hua left, he took one last look at the dying man lying on the bed, and sighed lightly without leaving any trace.
Whether he lives or dies depends on his own destiny.
"Boom~"
As soon as the two of them were about to go out and leave, there was a sound of thunder in the gloomy sky, and heavy rain came as promised.
What¡¯s worse is that they didn¡¯t bring umbrellas when they went out.
"Do you want to leave?"
Third Master asked in a low voice.
Since the raindrops are not too heavy now, it shouldn¡¯t be too miserable if we run all the way back to the car.
Zhusha rejected his proposal without hesitation. She looked down at her skirt with some annoyance and held the hem of her skirt in one hand.
"Let's wait until the rain subsides before we go. I just bought this skirt."
Hearing this, the Third Master specifically looked back at her skirt and was slightly surprised, "Um, Aunt Zhusha, isn't your skirt the same as the one yesterday?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Zhu Sha curled her white fingers angrily and gave him a chestnut on his forehead.
"Who are you calling aunt? Call me sister! Also, yesterday's skirt was a V-neck, today's dress is a retro square-neck, you can't even tell!"
The third master was speechless.
She is almost fifty years old, but she still asks them to call her "sister" every day
Suddenly, two people walked slowly out of the rain. A handsome, bald young man with profound features, who looked about twenty-seven or seventy-eight years old, was walking in the rain wearing a long cyan robe and wooden clogs.
He was holding a black silk umbrella in his hand, holding a cute and delicate-looking long-haired little girl in a red kimono with one hand and walking towards their direction.
The little girl was holding two umbrellas in her hands, looking at the two of them with innocent and curious eyes in a pair of round and beautiful eyes.
Seeing the person coming, Zhu Sha immediately cheered up, with the word "alert" written all over her body.
She half-squinted her apricot eyes, vaguely remembering that this was ItoThe old guy's eldest son has good talent. She chose Haocheng between Haocheng and this little guy.
It's because when this little guy was only seven or eight years old, he kept talking about "all living beings are equal" and cried for a long time even after killing a chicken.
But Haocheng was different. He was the youngest, but he picked up his samurai sword and cut off the big rooster's neck with one blow.
With the hand raised and the knife dropped, the chicken head fell to the ground, clean and neat.
"Long time no see, Sister Zhusha. I'm here to deliver umbrellas to you two, and by the way I'm also sending my fifth brother off for his last journey."
With a peaceful smile on his face, he raised one hand, with his thumb clasped tightly in his palm, and the other four fingers raised together, making a Buddhist salute to the cinnabar.
Zhu Sha noticed that he was wearing a string of sandalwood bracelets on his wrist. Perhaps it was round and smooth due to years of caressing.
With her keen sense of smell, she felt a trace of rich aura permeating the surrounding air, and her eyes instantly looked at the little girl in the arms of the eldest young master, full of excitement.
"This child"
Ito Nagayao hugged the child tightly and responded softly, "This is my little girl Fangying."
"Oh? Why did you choose a name from China?"
Japanese women are generally named "Miko", "Yoshiko", "Reiko" and other names with a "×Ó" in them, which make them look cuter.
The word "Fang Ying" is more like an excerpt from the Book of Songs.
The eldest young master nodded lightly and looked at the little girl with eyes full of indulgence and tenderness. He did not look like an emotionless monk at all.
"This name was given by her mother. And her mother is a Chinese."
¡°It¡¯s a pity that after she gave birth to Fang Ying alone in China, she suffered from severe postpartum depression and committed suicide.
Before he died, the trustee brought the child to him, and he realized that the woman left him because she was pregnant.
This child is the only thought she has left.
In order to raise this child well, he decided not to marry again, but being born into such a wealthy family, he could only choose to become a monk.
The look in Cinnabar's eyes made him feel very dangerous, and he subconsciously wanted to hide the daughter in his arms. He changed the subject and continued: "Yingying, pass the umbrella to grandma and uncle."
"Good father."
¡°Grandma, I¡¯ll give you the umbrella.¡±
The little girl¡¯s voice is sweet and soft, and her milky voice makes people unable to get angry.
??Zhusha wanted to correct the name she called herself, but as soon as she heard such a voice, she instantly forgot to get angry.
In fact, she also really wants a daughter.
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