Asked to confess your feelings, you go after a gangster’s daughter?

After Xue Qiliang finished speaking, he left without looking back.

Su Jiang stood there, looking at his back, his eyes flickering.

Until now, he was not sure whether the man in sunglasses in front of him was a pure liar or really had something.

Until Hua Qing drove over in a red car, Su Jiang opened the door and got in.

"Mr. Su, do you know that fortune teller?" Hua Qing asked.

"...I guess so."

"Does he really know how to tell fortunes?"

"I don't know either."

Su Jiang looked out the window and said softly, "Just listen to what he said. If fate is really determined by heaven and cannot be changed, then we can just eat and wait for death."

Qu Mu was silent for a while. He was a little upset by Xue Qiliang's words.

"One dead and one alone..."

No matter how she felt about Hua Qing, this sentence was like an anchor, piercing her heart.

No matter what she did, she would be affected by this sentence.

When the three of them arrived at the entrance of the clinic, Su Jiang got out of the car first. He did not go through the main door, but went around to the back and climbed into the room through the window.

A real man never takes the ordinary route.

"Sister Qu Mu, I'll leave first. Let's meet next time. I know a very good dessert shop..."

Qu Mu looked at Hua Qing talking nonstop, and her heart was touched.

"Are you... leaving or not?"

Hua Qing was stunned when he heard this, and scratched his head with a smile: "I've talked too much, I'm leaving now..."

"Wait."

"What's wrong, Sister Qu Mu?"

"Car keys, what can I drive if you take them away?"

"Oh, I'm used to it, sorry."

Hua Qing quickly took the car keys out of his pocket and handed them to Qu Mu.

Qu Mu walked to the driver's seat, closed the door with a click, said nothing, and left directly with a foot on the accelerator.

Hua Qing turned around reluctantly until the taillights of the car were no longer visible.

Suddenly, the phone vibrated, and Hua Qing received a message.

It was a photo sent by Su Jiang.

The photo shows Hua Qing and Qu Mu eating barbecue side by side in a barbecue restaurant.

It was obviously a candid photo. The two of them were so focused on the barbecue that they didn't notice the camera at all.

"Keep it well. You're welcome."

Seeing Su Jiang send such a message, Hua Qing grinned and looked at himself and Qu Mu in the photo.

So, were they so close at that time?

...

In the room, Su Jiang lay on the bed, curiously looking at the thing in his hand.

A silver-glowing pistol.

"What is this thing? This is what Xiang Qingtian gave to Xue Qiliang?"

"I don't see anything special about it. It's not a real gun, just a model."

"Except that it's a little heavier, there's nothing worth paying attention to. Could it be that the fortune teller lied to me?"

Su Jiang thought of this and shook his head again.

Judging from Xue Qiliang's actions and demeanor at the time, this thing is indeed very important.

There must be a secret that he doesn't know.

In any case, this silver pistol must be very important to Xiang Qingtian.

Xiang Qingtian could never have expected that he would get the gun by accident.

"Hehehe... Xiang Qingtian, you will also have a slip of the tongue, right?"

Su Jiang had thought it through. This gun would be his secret weapon to take revenge on Xiang Qingtian in the future.

"I'll keep this account of not telling you that the Cheng family has an elevator."

Su Jiang snorted coldly, already thinking about what kind of wonderful expression Xiang Qingtian would have when he suddenly took it out in front of him while he was looking for the gun all over the world.

...

At the same time, in the Ximen family.

In a dim space, Ximen Shang was lying on the bed and opened his eyes in a daze.

"Where is this?"

Ximen Shang looked around and found that everything was so strange.

He knew all the places in the Ximen family clearly, and this place was definitely not included.

He wanted to get up, but his hands and feet were chained and he couldn't move.

"Shang'er, are you awake?"

Ximen Zhuang's voice sounded, and Ximen Shang looked in the direction of the voice.

I saw Ximen Zhuang sitting on the sofa not far away, staring at me with burning eyes.

"Father... why?" Ximen Shang murmured with a hint of despair.

"Sorry, Shang'er."

Ximen Zhuang explained expressionlessly: "I drank the blood of the nightmare, and now I am about to lose control and become its puppet."

"The only way is to drain your blood and integrate it into my body to force the blood of the nightmare out."

"Shang'er, only you can help me with this matter, because you are my son."

"Shangguan and Ouyang, those two rubbish, should not have noticed this, otherwise they would not have been able to trade with the nightmare again."

Hearing this, Ximen Shang looked at his father with some despair.

For the first time, he felt that Ximen Zhuang was so unfamiliar to him.

"Father, what am I in your eyes?"

"You?" Ximen Zhuang looked at him with disdain: "What do you think?"

"Shang'er, I knew a long time ago that you would never be the heir of the Ximen family."

"If the family is really handed over to you, it will be over sooner or later."

"So, I have no choice. For the sake of the family, I can only make a deal with Yan. For the sake of immortality and to lead the Ximen family forever, I can only do this."

"In the final analysis, you forced me to become what I am now!"

Ximen Zhuang suddenly became excited, looking at Ximen Shang and yelling: "Why are you always worse than others?"

"Why don't you strive for success and don't know how to work hard?"

"Why do you always like to do meaningless things?"

"Why did I give birth to a waste like you?"

Ximen Zhuang's words were like a knife, cutting Ximen Shang's heart into pieces.

A tear fell slowly, Ximen Shang looked at Ximen Zhuang helplessly, opened his mouth for a long time, and finally uttered three words slowly.

"I'm sorry..."

If only he was more useful, if only he was better than others.

If only he was a qualified heir to the family.

Would all this not happen?

Ximen Shang fantasized like this, but he was just deceiving himself.

He knew that these were just excuses from Ximen Zhuang.

He just hoped that the image of Ximen Zhuang in his heart would collapse more slowly.

At this moment, he remembered the days he spent in the clinic.

What made him persist?

He wanted to make his father proud of him and to make himself a qualified heir to the family.

That's why he drank bowl after bowl of unpalatable medicine and did push-ups that he never did before.

But now, everything is meaningless.

Ximen Zhuang stood up and said slowly: "I will come to see you the day after tomorrow. You should cherish these two days."

After that, Ximen Zhuang turned and left.

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(It's the end of the year, I'm a bit busy at work, see you in the early morning.)

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