Reborn Shadow Queen: Jun Shao's favorite

Chapter 357 Death Date ([-])

"No, he will understand your hard work, auntie. Don't think too much, auntie. The most urgent thing now is to cure the disease." Gu Niannian helped her to lie down, comforting Jiang Min's emotions.

Jiang Min probably was overly sad and seriously ill, so he fell asleep very quickly.

Gu Niannian covered her with the quilt, carefully opened the door and went out.

She got out of the hospital and took a taxi back home, got off the taxi, and from a distance, she saw Tang Limo standing at the door, as if waiting for her.

Gu Niannian was a little puzzled, and walked up to him: "Li Mo, why don't you just go in?"

Tang Limo looked at her and tickled the corner of her mouth: "I want to wait for you here."

She took out the key to open the door, pulled Tang Limo in and said, "Idiot, it's so cold outside, so I don't know where to wait."

Tang Limo didn't speak, but looked at her eyes full of nostalgia and reluctance.

"Hey, where's my dad?" Gu Niannian looked around but didn't see Gu Zhou's figure. She was wondering when she received a text message from Gu Zhou on her mobile phone: "Niannian, Dad has gone back. You should pay attention to safety at home. take care of yourself."

Gu Niannian sniffed and felt a little disappointed: "He's gone back."

Tang Limo reached out and rubbed her hair: "Where did you go today?"

Tang Limo didn't mention this matter, and she forgot about it. She reached out and hugged Tang Limo's waist: "Today... I have been staying with Murong Chuan all the time."

"He came to me for help, his mother was seriously ill, and he wanted me to pretend to be his daughter... Uh!" Before Gu Niannian finished speaking, his lips became soft.

She swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and her heart seemed to miss a beat when she saw Tang Limo's handsome face.

Tang Limo reached out and grabbed the back of her head, easily invading her city.

Gu Niannian snorted, closed her eyes obediently, and stretched out her hands to cover Tang Limo's body.

For a moment, the temperature between the two of them rose rapidly, and the ambiguity was outrageous.

It wasn't until Gu Niannian was almost out of breath that Tang Limo was willing to let her go.

With a blushing face, she breathed in the fresh air gulpingly, her eyes flickering, she looked extremely cute.

It was getting dark outside, Tang Limo stretched out his hand and pinched her cheek: "Sleepy or not."

Gu Niannian yawned, stretched out her arms to hook Tang Limo's neck, and said coquettishly, "A little bit."

Of course Tang Limo understood what she meant, bent down and picked her up, and walked to the bedroom.

He put Gu Niannian on the bed, went to the bathroom to take a shower, and when he came out, Gu Niannian was already asleep.

Tang Limo looked at her sleeping face, lowered his head and kissed her on the forehead, hugged her in his arms and closed his eyes to rest.

Outside he couldn't see his fingers, Murong Chuan withdrew his eyes, his eyes were a little sad.

The housekeeper looked at him and sighed: "Master, don't talk back to the master, you don't know his temper, as long as you give in, you will have everything, right?"

"You are so stiff with him, isn't it you who suffers!"

The butler looked at him with distress. Murong Chuan had been here for several years, and he watched him through every step of the way. It was really not easy to get to this step.

Murong Chuan didn't speak, and knelt with his head down, his knees were already red and swollen.

The butler didn't speak any more, and stood aside silently.

He knew Murong Chuan's character, if he competed with him, he would be more persistent than anyone else, and he couldn't persuade him at all.

After a long time like this, Murong Chuan was a little drowsy, and the housekeeper was also drowsy.

Suddenly, a roar broke the silence of the entire room: "I mean, you mother and son are fucking me!"

Murong Chuan was shaken all over, and suddenly lost all sleepiness, and looked in the direction of the source of the sound.

I saw Murong Ao staggering over with a wine bottle in his hand, obviously drunk and not as strict as usual, but this made Murong Chuan even more frightened.

He probably sensed Murong Chuan's gaze, so he hiccupped and grabbed Murong Chuan's neck: "Little brat, how dare you stare at me?"

Murong Chuan had no choice but to look at him, with unconcealable hatred in his eyes.

Murong Ao stared at him for a while, then suddenly shook his head away and laughed loudly: "You hate me, don't you?"

"But what can you do? My Murong Ao's blood is flowing in your body, and now you want to call the person you hate so much Dad, you say..." Murong Ao suddenly moved closer to his ear: " What's the point of living for you?"

Murong Chuan clenched his fingers tightly, the veins on the back of his hands were already exposed.

Murong Ao raised his head and took another sip of wine for himself, and then, with a loud noise, he slammed the bottle onto Murong Chuan's face.

Murong Chuan let out an exclamation, it was too late to escape, and the powerful glass came one after another.

He only felt his cheeks heat up, and he couldn't make any sound under the severe pain.

The housekeeper saw that Murong Chuan, whose face was covered in blood, stood in front of him all of a sudden, with a look of horror on his face: "Master, you can't do this, how will you be a young master in the future! Master."

Murong Ao glanced at him, his eyes were a bit cold: "Get out of the way!"

The housekeeper didn't move, his face was as death as home.

"I'll tell you to get out of the way, or you'll see that I won't beat him to death tonight." Murong Ao had a whip in his hand at some point, and his face showed a fierce look.

Murong Chuan fell to the ground, and his voice reached the butler's ears weakly: "Butler, get out of the way, I don't want to trouble you."

The housekeeper hesitated for a while, and finally retreated behind Murong Chuan.

Satisfied, Murong Ao stepped forward and kicked Murong Chuan on the stomach: "How can I have such a useless son as you, why don't you die, if it was you and not your brother who died in the first place!"

While kicking Murong Chuan, he cursed him with the most vicious language in the world.

Murong Chuan was lying on the ground numb, his eyes were looking at the ceiling through the thick blood, and Murong Ao's voice was getting farther and farther away.

There was only one sentence left in his mind: "If only you were the one who died and not your brother."

(End of this chapter)