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Han Wenshan took a deep breath, took out a new mobile phone from the desk drawer, and dialed a series of numbers.

"Dao Jinfeng?"

"If you want me to agree to your marriage, go to Nanshan Villa immediately."

"Junhao is dying."

Dao Jinfeng was very cunning and did not agree to come to Nanshan Villa at first, but Han Wenshan refused to let go because Han Junhao could not go out. After thinking again and again, she finally agreed under the temptation of the Han family's property.

Putting down his phone, Han Wenshan nodded to me.

We came to Han Junhao's bedroom. This second-generation rich man who loved rock music was haggard, his eyes were deeply sunken, and his hall was extremely dark.

I glanced briefly with my heavenly eye, and saw that the black snake wrapped around his neck was getting tighter and tighter.

He was completely groggy, still holding on to the gaudy woman's clothes, muttering Dao Jinfeng's name.

Han Wenshan frowned and looked at his son, feeling distressed and angry at the same time. He pulled the quilt to cover him and let out a long sigh.

"There is no turning back when you shoot a bow. Whether you can survive this calamity depends on your luck!"

after an hour.

Dao Jinfeng, who changed into a serious dress, walked into the Han family villa.

Her long hair was tied behind her head, her black short skirt was replaced by a long skirt, and her smoky makeup became ordinary makeup. At first glance, she looked much more dignified, but she still couldn't hide the smell of dust in her movements.

Moreover, without the cover of heavy makeup, the traces of time on the face are even more obvious.

Dao Jinfeng opened his shrewd eyes and looked excitedly at the low-key, luxurious and tasteful Chinese-style villa.

"Ma'am, please come upstairs."

The driver, Lao Zhou, made a gesture of invitation to Dao Jinfeng.

Dao Jinfeng couldn't help but straighten his back, with a proud smile on his face, looking like a young lady, and followed Lao Zhou up to the second floor and came to the door of Han Junhao's room.

"Mr. Han, we're here."

Lao Zhou knocked on the door politely.

"Come in." Han Wenshan responded from inside.

Lao Zhou opened the door, and Dao Jinfeng stepped on high heels, twisted her waist and walked into the room with her head held high.

Han Wenshan sat by Han Junhao's bed with a gloomy face.

"Mr. Han." Dao Jinfeng walked over with a smile on his face, "Oh, no, maybe I should call you father-in-law now."

"My father-in-law, please bow to my daughter-in-law." After saying that, she bent down and gave Han Wenshan a gift.

Han Wenshan took a deep breath to suppress the contempt and anger in his heart.

"I agree to your marriage, can you let him go now?"

"Of course, of course." Dao Jinfeng smiled brightly, ignoring Han Wenshan's angry eyes, twisting his waist and sitting on the edge of the bed, reaching out and touching Han Junhao's dark face lovingly.

"He is my future husband, how can I let him suffer all the time." As she said this, she moved her hand to Han Junhao's chest.

Han Wenshan's brows were beating wildly, and he could hardly contain his anger, and veins popped out of his fisted hands.

Dao Jinfeng rubbed Han Junhao's chest with his hands. Han Junhao seemed to feel something in his heart and opened his eyes faintly.

"Sister Feng?" Han Junhao saw Dao Jinfeng in a daze. After being stunned for a moment, he sat up excitedly and hugged Dao Jinfeng.

"Sister Feng, it's really you! I miss you so much!"

"What a disgrace!" Hanwenzhan could no longer restrain himself and slapped his son hard on the face.

Han Junhao's face suddenly turned red, and a five-finger mark was clearly visible on it.

"Father-in-law, what are you doing? He is my husband, how can you beat him whenever you ask?" Dao Jinfeng suddenly became unhappy and touched Han Junhao's red and swollen face distressedly.

Han Junhao looked at his father angrily, guarded Dao Jinfeng behind his back, and shouted loudly: "She is the woman I love most in my life. I will not marry her unless I have her!"

"Don't worry, father-in-law has already agreed to our marriage." Dao Jinfeng comforted.

"Really?" Han Junhao was stunned and laughed in surprise, "That's great, Sister Feng, we can finally be together!"

Looking at his son who didn't know right from wrong, Han Wenshan was trembling with anger.

"Old Zhou, why don't you take action?"

Lao Zhou on the side rushed over and grabbed Dao Jinfeng's wrist. As a veteran, he used a grappling move and caught Dao Jinfeng with his backhand.

"What are you going to do? I'll fight with you!" Han Junhao's eyes turned red all of a sudden. He tried desperately to get up from the bed, but Han Wenshan slapped him back.

"Bastard!" Han Wenshan firmly controlled his unconscious son.

"Mr. Han, do you want to play dirty? Let me tell you, if something happens to me, your son won't be able to live well." Dao Jinfeng raised his head, stared at Han Wenshan fiercely, and shouted through gritted teeth.

"Really, that's not necessarily the case?" I walked out of the bathroom slowly.

"You?" Dao Jinfeng was stunned for a moment, "So you guys have colluded! Haha, so what? Even if you guys know about the mandarin duck embroidery, you can't solve it."

"The name Yuanyang Xiu is very good." I looked at Dao Jinfeng who sneered with a faint smile and said calmly.

"However, I still prefer its real name, Heart-Eating Gu."

As soon as the words "heart-eating Gu" were spoken, Dao Jinfeng's expression changed and he said in shock: "How do you know? Who are you?"

"It doesn't matter who I am. I advise you to take it easy and don't try to provoke people you can't afford, otherwise you won't know how you will die." I still said calmly.

Dao Jinfeng's face was gloomy and uncertain. She rolled her eyes, looked at Han Junhao who was unconscious, and suddenly smiled again.

"Even so, what can you do to me? Whether it's Yuanyang Xiu or the Heart-Eating Gu, only I can solve it! If you dare to do anything to me, I'm afraid this young master of the Han family won't be able to save his life."

She smiled confidently.

"Just in time, let's go underground and become a pair of desperate mandarin ducks."

"Destiny is certain, but there's no telling whether Yuanyang can do it or not." I shook my head sadly, "I don't know if you still have the guts to say that if I pierce this silver needle into your heart."

As I said that, I took out the piece of black cloth and opened it, revealing the fake silver needle, and shook it at Dao Jinfeng.

"How dare you!" Dao Jinfeng's face changed drastically. In her panic, she failed to see clearly whether the silver needle was genuine or fake.

"Do you think I dare?" I sneered and slowly approached Dao Jinfeng, "Yesterday, I did an experiment with a small mouse. This little bug had a huge appetite and was not full at all. ."

"Today is just the right time for him to have a good meal."

I put the black cloth in my hand and stabbed Dao Jinfeng's plump chest with a silver needle.

"Don't mess around. Believe it or not, I will kill the young master of the Han family right away!" Dao Jinfeng was terrified and twisted her body desperately. Seeing that the silver needle was about to touch her body, her eyes suddenly opened wide.

"No, your silver needle is fake!"