Chapter 35 Like a Last Will
That night, the entire sea city was washed by heavy rain, making the sky especially blue the next day.
Zhao Xiaoyue walked out of the thatched hut and stared at the flowers all over the mountains.
Sixth Grandpa went to see his flowers and Huo Qingqing's grave early in the morning.
It rained a bit heavily last night.
In the distance, more than a dozen gardeners were busy.
Thinking of last night.
The stars in the night sky are more numerous and closer than those in the city, as if you can reach out and grab them.
The master and the disciple sat in front of the thatched hut, one with eyes full of bright stars; the other was as silent as the vast universe.
Zhao Xiaoyue was tired from playing and was about to go to sleep. Master Pu Liu said, "Disciple, when I die, bury me next to Qingqing's grave. I will give you all my savings in exchange for this one request."
Zhao Xiaoyue concealed her emotions very well and smiled sweetly, "That won't work. How can a couple not be buried together after a hundred years?"
"Old man, if you die I will bury you both together."
Then he said solemnly, "You must tell Master's wife that it was you who made me disturb her. If anyone wants to settle the score, it will be you!"
Master Pu Liu smiled gently.
Zhao Xiaoyue knew that this tenderness was only shown by the old man when he thought of his lover!
Zhao Xiaoyue also discovered that this person would only laugh here.
Zhao Xiaoyue turned around feeling lonely, the old man didn't look sick, but the dead silence in his eyes couldn't be hidden.
He was asked to familiarize himself with everything about hunters within three months, and a hundred days was probably the limit he had given him.
Zhao Xiaoyue turned around and went back to the room and continued to sleep with her head covered.
After a while, he threw back the quilt, got out of bed and went out.
She is going to ask Situ Ming for her thirty thousand!
Knowing that Zhao Xiaoyue was gone, Pu Liuye didn't care.
After returning to Hai City, they agreed to meet at two o'clock in the third private room on the first floor of Century Club.
There is a super large dance hall and stage on the first floor of Century Club, surrounded by supporting booths, a bar, and more private small rooms, and the prices are also cheap.
The second and third floors are the rich people's den of debauchery, and the fourth floor is where Yu Muqi and his friends can go.
It also includes a basement and underground garage.
Situ Ming sat in a small private room, his face still a little pale, and the wound on his chest ached slightly.
His eyes were focused on the three ten-thousand-dollar bills he was fiddling with between his fingers.
He let Li San use all the funds he had to buy land, and he was also planning how to open a hotel.
Next…
Situ Kun...
Unexpectedly, Zhao Xiaoyue pushed open the door of the private room and turned on all the lights, revealing the sinister look on Situ Ming's face.
Zhao Xiaoyue was already in a bad mood, so she said directly, "Hey, little brother is acting like a madman, isn't he acting crazy just for me?"
Situ Ming had a strange expression on his face. He was really shocked. He thought so and asked the same question.
I saw the little hand slap on the table in the middle, and the table shook.
"Stop talking nonsense and take the money."
He looks so arrogant, just like a little bandit.
The young boy sitting opposite just smiled and handed the three bills in his hand to Zhao Xiaoyue.
Zhao Xiaoyue took the money but did not leave. Instead, she looked at Situ Ming for a while and said, "Your face is as pale as a ghost. What's going on? Did you meet a demon and let someone take your essence?"
Who would have thought that this was what a little girl said to a little boy.
Fortunately, Situ Ming didn’t drink the water, otherwise he would have sprayed it all over Zhao Xiaoyue’s face.
They are still children!
Situ Ming pretended to be calm and said, "It's okay. I was hit by a bicycle on the way home that night. Two ribs were broken. The doctor said it's no big deal."
Zhao Xiaoyue was shocked. Are boys nowadays so useless?
Can this break ribs?
What a talent!
Then he said sympathetically: "Then you should go home and have a rest, God has mercy on you!"
Look what happened to the kid.
Situ Ming ignored the sympathy on Zhao Xiaoyue's face, nodded slightly and said okay.
She just couldn't control her mouth and said, "After all, we are acquaintances now. Girls should learn to be gentle, otherwise they may not be able to get married when they grow up."
This really hit Zhao Xiaoyue in the lungs!
My wish for two lifetimes was to find someone to marry and then have a litter of cute babies.
Now, someone is cursing her to never get married. Is this an attempt to cut off the Zhao family's bloodline?
Then Situ Ming saw Zhao Xiaoyue’s anger getting angry at a speed visible to the naked eye!
He had only one thought: run!
The fighting power of dogtail grass is off the charts, and no one knows where it gets so much strength.
As Zhao Xiaoyue folded the bill and stuffed it into her small bag, she said coldly, "Hey, Situ Ming, you think your ribs aren't broken enough, right?"
He walked towards the boy who was about to run away, "Hey, I'll help you!"
Situ Ming was somewhat unrepentant, "Originally, you should stop, I tell you."
"Ah, Zhao Xiaoyue, you crazy girl!"
"Ah! It's bleeding!"
"I was wrong! Auntie, I was wrong!"
Ten minutes later...
Zhao Xiaoyue walked out of the small private room on the first floor refreshed.
It turns out that women can't keep their anger, bad mood, etc. in their hearts.
No, it feels much more comfortable after it’s been released!
Then he took a taxi back to Huanhai Town in a cool manner!
Situ Ming limped out of the private room, his hair was a mess like a chicken coop. When he lifted up his clothes, he saw a piece of flesh on his arm that was obviously bruised, and there was a small tooth mark on his neck that was faintly bleeding.
He grimaced in pain!
My chest still hurts.
Until now he still doesn't know where he went wrong. He was telling the truth, what a petty person who holds a grudge.
When they took a taxi back to Sangjing Villa, Butler Zhu was shocked. Did the young master get robbed?
Various speculations echoed in Butler Zhu's mind. The most direct thought was that the money was stolen, and someone had been targeting it for a long time!
He was the one who handed the bill of exchange to the young master. It was worth thirty thousand dollars. Who wouldn't be tempted?
Situ Ming was lying on the soft bed, and Butler Zhu was holding an anti-inflammatory potion. The wound on his chest showed signs of splitting.
As soon as I saw the injuries, I knew he was beaten. When I saw the circle of teeth marks on his neck, I was even more angry. Is this how thieves rob people nowadays?
And the one that bites?
Situ Ming looked at Butler Zhu's increasingly angry eyes, coughed, and dared not tell the truth. It was too embarrassing!
How come he never got the upper hand once?
Seeing the wound on his chest bleeding again, his eyes turned red, "Master, who the hell did this? It's ok to rob money, but how could he beat someone up like this?"
Situ Ming could only speak, "It's okay, Uncle Zhu, I gave the money to Zhao Xiaoyue, I fell down by myself."
Butler Zhu obviously didn't believe it. How could tooth marks be left from wrestling?
Situ Ming frowned, but Butler Zhu didn't ask any more questions.
Well, whatever the young master says is what it is!
While Situ Ming was busy treating his wounds, Zhao Xiaoyue returned to Huanhai Town in a happy mood.
I stayed there for a month and traveled to every hill here.
To outsiders, it seemed that Zhao Xiaoyue was learning things from Master Pu Liu.
The mysterious old man has a secret, but he just won’t tell Zhao Xiaoyue.
I only know how to grow flowers.
The hyacinths faded, and the lilies bloomed next.
Fiery red, pure white, the difference is that there is always a person in a long gown next to the tomb.
It was not until a month later that Pu Liuye packed his clothes and returned to Hai City with Zhao Xiaoyue.
Before leaving, Master Pu Liu looked at Huo Qingqing's grave, and his sorrow was like a river flowing backwards.
Zhao Xiaoyue waited quietly by the side.