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Chapter 470, Destroy all memories about her

After speaking, he put his hands in his pockets and walked upstairs with his back straight.

Throughout the whole process, there was no trace of irritability, so calm, and the emotional stability was outrageous.

But the more he looked like this, the more terrifying the Han family felt.

Because...it's so abnormal!
The scariest thing is not knowing that this person will be irritable and angry, but not knowing to what extent he will accumulate his emotions before he will explode.

"Xiao Ye...Tang Bao..." Mother Han covered her face and began to cry softly.

Father Han sighed, "Don't cry, if... Candy really made such a decision because of this kind of thing, we should respect her, at least... we can't drag her down."

"But, but... I really like Tang Bao..." Mother Han threw herself into her husband's arms, crying even louder.

Han Su had also walked upstairs, tense all over.

The dark eyes were as indifferent as a glacier of ten thousand years, unable to melt a trace of warmth, and her thin lips were tightly pressed.

It's just that the original calm appearance, with the continuous progress, the hostility is like a dark cloud, accumulating bit by bit...

The Han family villa is very large. On both sides of the corridor, there are many antiques and oil paintings.

His dark eyes glanced at the Song Dynasty blue and white porcelain placed aside.

Next to the blue-and-white porcelain, it seems that the figure of Candy can still be seen standing in front of him, lowering his eyes to the blue-and-white porcelain: Han Suye, look, this blue-and-white porcelain is so beautiful, I like blue-and-white porcelain the most.

His eyes sank, and Han Suye's hand was clenched into a fist. While walking forward coldly, he punched the blue and white porcelain vigorously with his fist.

Snapped--

The blue and white porcelain worth several million was smashed into pieces by Han Suye's fist and scattered on the ground.

It's just that how can fists really beat porcelain?

With such a fist, the blue and white porcelain shattered to the ground, and at the same time, blood dripped down Han Suye's fist to the ground, forming a sharp contrast with the shattered blue porcelain.

But he didn't seem to feel any pain, and he didn't even frown. He let his fist drip blood, and his eyes were on the oil painting hanging on the other side.

It was painted by Leonardo da Vinci, the world's most famous oil painter, who is best at abstract paintings.

Before the oil painting, Tang Tang once studied the painting with his face up, smacked his mouth and shook his head: What, the painting is not as good as mine, Han Suye, you said I will paint a painting like this, will you? Can you also become a master?

bang——

The oil painting was punched by Han Suye until the frame was almost deformed, and the sharp frame was directly inserted into the flesh on the surface of Han Suye's skin.Bloody.

But he seemed to be unconscious, and continued to walk forward with indifference in his eyes.

She touched this ornament before and destroyed it!

She touched this antique before and destroyed it! !
There was a sound of crackling and falling things in the corridor on the second floor.

"Ah—Master, you can't fall like this again, your hands will be ruined." The servant's anxious voice came through.

The Han family members sitting in the living room glanced at each other and hurried towards the second floor.

The corridor on the second floor was already in a mess. The devil-like destroyer had blood on his hands, but he was still destroying all kinds of porcelain and ornaments with his fists.

Looking at the fragments on the ground and Han Su's fist that was almost bloody, Mother Han's voice trembled, "Xiao Ye, what are you doing? Stop!"

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(End of this chapter)