Female boss's personal expert

Chapter 2113 An old man!
He Xiucheng only wanted to be called He Xiucheng, and didn't like others calling him Lu Xiucheng.

Even though he now knows that he has no blood relationship with the He family at all, his biological father is King Angui of the West, a big devil.

As the only son of the black robe, he is destined to inherit all the property of the black robe, manipulate that huge power, and make waves in the world.

If he wanted, he could launch another wave of the Black Death in China, Europe, or the United States, killing more than two-thirds of the people.

That is the power of the devil, that evil that makes the whole world tremble under its feet!
Liao Shuifen felt that if she was replaced by He Xiucheng, she would definitely take over this evil force in pain, because she was sure that she would not suffer anymore with the passage of time--when the evil spirit rose, she would Completely overwhelm goodness and become a violent and selfish devil, hoping to use bloody means to conquer the world.

That's why she was silent for so long when He Xiucheng asked her to call him He Xiucheng.

She thought that this was He Xiucheng saying goodbye to his humanity.

After dawn, He Xiucheng will cease to exist forever and will become a demon.

And she, Liao Shuifen, was the witness of He Xiucheng's complete transformation into a demon.

The night was getting deeper and the temperature was getting lower and lower. In order to fight the cold, Liao Shuifen had to drink.

This time he drank white wine, He Xiucheng didn't drink it, he just smoked and told the story he wanted to tell.

God knows, how could He Xiucheng have so many stories, until Liao Shuifen was too sleepy and fell asleep on the table, he was still talking.

Even in his sleep, Liao Shuifen could hear him coughing constantly, and he came over to hug her gently, and whispered in her ear: "Remember, no matter who you mention me to, please Call me He Xiucheng. I am a child of the Jinghua He family, and He Luori is my elder brother. No matter what I do, I can't change this fact..."

Liao Shuifen couldn't hear what He Xiucheng said later.

After drinking so much baijiu, anyone would just want to sleep.

So, Liao Shuifen fell asleep completely.

Boom, boom!
The sound of a helicopter propeller woke up Liao Shuifen from his sleep.

It was cold, very cold, and the blood in his whole body was almost frozen. This was Liao Shuifen's first feeling after regaining consciousness.

She raised her head slowly, and squinted her eyes to look at the sky, the golden sunrise pierced her eyes with a bang, forcing her to close her eyes quickly, and her brain began to work instinctively: Where am I?
Oh, I remembered, I was in Luxiucheng's villa. I was forced to hold a wedding with him yesterday. After the wedding, I listened to him tell stories for more than ten hours. When he finally asked me to refer to him in the future, please call him He Xiucheng.

Because he hates the surname Lu, even though the surname Lu runs in his blood.

His surname is He, and he is a descendant of the Jinghua He family. Even though he has done many things wrong, he will always be proud of his surname—the ancestor of the He family, who has made great contributions to this country and the people of this country. The respect of human beings is by no means comparable to those evil people.

what's next?

What did he say again?
forgotten.

What about Yin Jinhua?

Didn't that woman threaten me that she won't let me see the sun tomorrow?
Then how am I still alive now, after hearing so many secrets.

Or, I'm already dead, and here is... the sky?
There will be a golden sunrise in the sky.

If you can still see the golden sunrise after you die, then you will be too tired to live, and you should die early.

But, why is the whole body cold, the cold is unbearable, shouldn't the sky be as warm as spring?
Liao Shuifen passed the boss with his back to the sky for a while, during which time he pinched his leg hard, and it hurt a lot, which proved that he was not dreaming, nor did he come to the sky, and he was really alive.

She was not killed by Yin Jinhua, and she saw the sun again the next day.

She was cold and numb because she had slept all night on the platform, face down on the table.

What about He Xiucheng?

What about Yin Jinhua?

That couple should have gone to the new house long ago to enjoy their wedding night, right?
However, the tone of He Xiucheng's storytelling last night was really strange. Later, if I didn't know who he was, I would have suspected that I was listening to an old man telling a story——Liao Shuifen slowly opened his eyes, and then saw black robe.

Heipao sat on the chair opposite her, with his back to the sun, motionless like a statue.

His face was still so delicate, full of the charm of a successful man.

His back was still as straight as it was at the wedding banquet yesterday.

But his eyes did not have the luster of yesterday, but were as dim as a star about to explode, without a trace of life.

His hair and eyebrows are covered with white frost and snow, and the clothes he wears are still so thin, so it must be very cold, right?

He held someone in his arms.

The man was wearing the most fashionable suit, white shirt, and red tie, but—why was he an old man?
When an old man who looks like he is 80 or [-] years old wears clothes that only young people can wear, he will look awkward. At least the size is much larger and it looks empty.

What made Liao Shuifen feel sick to his stomach the most was that the old man who was held in his arms by the black robe curled up in his arms like a newborn baby, his white hair and eyebrows trembling uncontrollably, as if a baby was sleep like that.

Who is the old man?
Why did the black robe hug him?
Liao Shuifen stared blankly at the front, her eyes fell on the face of the black robe for a while, and then at the old man in his arms.

The black robe didn't speak, just hugged the old man, motionless like a statue.

Liao Shuifen felt the dead air that she had never experienced before, emanating from the black robe, or from his eyes, which made her even more uncomfortable, so she quickly looked away and looked at the old man in his arms.

After looking at the old man this time, Liao Shuifen suddenly found out in horror: the old man looks very familiar, like, just like He Xiucheng!
Yes, it was He Xiucheng.

This is what He Xiucheng should look like when he is in his 80s!
It is often said that when a man passes the age of 28, he will look the same all the time and will not change.

It is obviously exaggerated to say this, after all, an old man in his seventies and eighties cannot be the same as a young man in his prime.

But since people say this, there is a reason for saying this, otherwise Liao Shuifen would not have seen the old man and thought he was He Xiucheng 50 years later.

"Who, who is he?"

The curiosity of a woman that would never disappear under any circumstances once again dominated Liao Shuifen to ask this question.

Heipao's eyeballs moved, and he returned to the dormitory lightly: "Last night, you still listened to his storytelling."

"I heard him tell a story last night?"

Liao Shuifen was stunned.

Last night, she was listening to He Xiucheng telling stories, okay? She has never seen this old man before, okay? How could she listen to him telling stories?

The old man in the arms of the black robe was startled awake by the conversation between the two, and opened his eyes.

In a person's whole life, from the beginning of a baby to the day of old age and death, everything on the body may change, but the eyes will not change.

So when the old man in the arms of the black robe opened his eyes and looked at Liao Shuifen, she felt as if she had been hit hard on the head by a sledgehammer, she was stunned for a moment, and then jumped up suddenly.

Because of sitting and sleeping for too long, Liao Shuifen's legs were already numb due to poor blood circulation, so when she jumped up suddenly, she fell heavily on the ground.

But she kept screaming as if she couldn't feel the slightest pain: "He Xiucheng, He Xiucheng, he is He Xiucheng!"

The old man in his seventies and eighties in the arms of the black robe is He Xiucheng.

No matter what Liao Shuifen thinks of He Xiucheng, he has to admit that on the surface he is a handsome guy who is facing the wind. He is bigger and bigger than his brother He Luori. People have a calm, honest and gentleman impression.

Just yesterday, He Xiucheng was still like that. After only one night, how could he become an old man?

Could it be that when I was sleeping, decades had already passed?
Or, everything yesterday was just a dream. I was an old woman, but I went back to the past in my sleep, and when I opened my eyes, I realized that it was almost dusk?

Others always hope that when they wake up, they will just see the teacher's chalk tip thrown over and hit the forehead, but why is it decades later?
When Liao Shuifen was thinking about these thoughts, she stopped screaming, and her eyes were attracted by the stainless steel bracket of the sun umbrella.

The stainless steel bracket of the sun umbrella is as bright as a mirror, and can clearly reflect a person's appearance. Although the distortion is serious, Liao Shuifen can still see that she has not aged.

She is still the same as before she woke up from the dream, and her charm is still the same!
She wiped her eyes vigorously, slowly got up from the ground, and stretched out her hands.

Yes, she is still so young, the skin of her hands is still so moist and smooth, and her ten fingers are as slender as light white, full of youthful vitality.

But, how did He Xiucheng become an old man?
Liao Shuifen raised her head blankly, and when her gaze swept across the bath, the corner of her mouth twitched again!
In the bathing pool, there was an old woman floating, an old woman older than He Xiucheng, a dead old woman.

The most disgusting thing is that this old woman is still wearing a colorful wedding dress. Her bare feet are as dry as bat claws. One more look will make you sick to your stomach.

"That's Yin Jinhua."

The black robe spoke in such a flat tone that it drove people crazy.

"Is that Yin Jinhua?"

Liao Shuifen repeated it blankly, then slowly turned to look at the black robe, and at the old man in his arms.

The old man blinked at him, and he looked naughty. He opened his shriveled toothless mouth, and his voice was hoarse like a broken gong: "Sister Fen, you don't know me anymore, do you?"

Liao Shuifen closed her eyes, opened them again, sat down slowly, and looked at the old man: "Are you really He Xiucheng?"

"With the rapid development of science and technology, a certain laboratory in the United States has developed a drug that can make people age quickly a few years ago. The translated name is 'Silver', and there may be other names. But no matter what its name is, it can make people's cells age naturally in one night."

When He Xiucheng said this, his cloudy old eyes started to glow, and their youthful color was reappeared.

Suddenly, Liao Shuifen flashed lightning in his mind, and he yelled: "I know, I know! I once heard Gao Fei say that when Zhao Wenjing wanted to kill him to avenge Zhao rate, I have used this kind of thing before! This kind of poison must be dissolved in moderately warm water to exert its effect-you put the poison in the bath!"

Last night, He Xiucheng threw Yin Jinhua into the bath.

When the water in the bath splashed, He Xiucheng stood in front of Liao Shuifen, and wiped his face as if nothing had happened.

(End of this chapter)