Fourth Master Reborn Little Curly Hair [Boys Over Flowers]

Daheyuan Yeding and Daheyuan Zi were relatively silent, and the air around them was very strange.

Ogawara Shizuku propped his cheeks with his hands, looking at the night sky in the distance, not knowing what to think.

Dahe Yuan Yeding was holding the goblet, and his slender fingers were slowly stroking the rim of the wine glass. Through the red wine, he looked at the men and women dancing on the dance floor, with the corners of his mouth slightly hooked, revealing a charming smile.

Inadvertently, the figures of Hua Zelei and Fujido Jing rushed into his eyes, an inexplicable light flashed in his eyes, and the arc of the corner of his mouth deepened a little, making it even more captivating.

Many girls in the venue noticed him, although they didn't know his identity, but someone saw Lei Huaze welcoming him, and he and Shigeru Ogawara looked very familiar, so they deduced that his identity must be extraordinary.

Heart, ready to move.

Finally, a girl boldly stepped forward and asked, "Sir, can I ask you to dance?"

Daheyuan Yeding raised his eyebrows, and the smile at the corner of his mouth deepened. He stretched out his hand to hold the visitor, stood up and bent down, and kissed the back of his hand lightly, "This is my honor."

The low voice and gentle movements seemed to have magical powers, causing the girl's blood to rush to her face, so red that she was about to bleed, revealing star eyes like a nympho, and she was dumbfounded.

When she regained consciousness, Daheyuan Yeding had already pulled her into the dance floor.

Zi Daheyuan stared at Daheyuan Yeding's back with disdain, and cursed secretly, such a man with no morals wants to be her brother, there is no way, hum

The noisy sounds around made her heart feel irritable for no reason, and her head began to feel dizzy. She put down the champagne that was almost bottomed out in her hand, stood up, left the banquet hall, and came to the deck.

It was very windy on the deck, and the night wind hit her, but her mind was much clearer.

But the waking time was very short, and soon, her head became drowsy again, and a burst of drowsiness suddenly invaded her brain. She tried to stay awake, and her eyelids fought up and down uncontrollably .

Finally, with his eyes closed, he lost consciousness and fell to the ground.

A few black shadows sprang out and disappeared into the darkness in an instant holding Zi Daheyuan. No one in the lively banquet hall noticed all of this.

******

Des Este was just bored, and went along with the flow to play with Meizuo, and didn't pay attention to Meizuo.

However, Meizuo's persistence surprised him.

Especially in the martial arts arena, Misaku knew that there was a disparity in strength, but still went forward bravely, tried his best to fight and fight, and never gave up until the last moment.

His behavior won the respect of the Holy King, his casual eyes became serious, and the movements of his hands became harsh.

As a result, it is conceivable that Meizuo lost.

However, he smiled happily, knowing that he had won the bet.

When the fourth master and the heads of the four major families came to the casino, Mei Zuo and Des Este sat opposite each other at the stud gaming table. The croupier was George, the steward of the Holy King, and the atmosphere seemed very harmonious.

Seeing them, Misaku immediately stood up to say hello, Misaku shot at him one after another with fiery eyes, and he faced him with a playful smile, but looked at Fourth Master.

Fourth Master looked forward to Shang Meizuo, his deep eyes quickly raised a smile, and nodded in affirmation.

Misaku immediately became happy, sweeter than eating honey.

Des Este, whose back was turned, remained unchanged and did not look back.

Instead, he reached out and tapped on the table. George understood, reopened a new deck of poker, pushed it respectfully in front of him, and inadvertently raised his eyes to see Fourth Master, with a streak of hostility in his eyes.

Fourth master saw it in his eyes, and frowned slightly, but he didn't care.

The Holy King picked up the playing cards, quickly and skillfully shuffled, cut, and dealt the cards, and then neatly dealt a hole card and a face card to each of the four spaces on the opposite side.

Then, the chair turned around, looked at them lazily, and gently scratched the remaining cards in his hand with his fingers.

The Holy King at this moment is like a black panther waiting for an opportunity, squinting his eyes and waiting for the prey to take the bait, and stretching out his sharp claws at any time to tear the prey to pieces.

Everyone could clearly feel a breathless strength and arrogance from the air. Daoming Sicheng exchanged glances with his friends, and saw the same exclamation in the eyes of the other party, the holy king really deserves his reputation.

Immediately afterwards, Qi Qi looked at fourth master, feeling a lot of worry about fourth master's plan.

Si Ye's eyes hidden behind the glasses flickered, he pushed the glasses that hadn't slipped off, and said indifferently: "Holy King, let me deal the cards!"

The Holy King raised his eyebrows, and the corners of his mouth curled up with interest, and asked, "You want to be Zhuang?"

"Yes." Fourth Master said.

The Holy King smiled, "Okay." With a turn of the chair, he pushed the cards in his hand to the dealer's position.

The four of Daoming Sicheng sat in the vacant seats, and Mei Zuo stood behind his father.

The fourth master gave his father a reassuring look, and walked slowly to the dealer's position. George backed away immediately, and the two of them crossed their bodies for a moment. After their eyes collided again, they moved away. Stand a step away.

And fourth master remembered the strange light in George's eyes, he tightened his hand to pick up the card, looked at the Holy King with a little more inquiring eyes, quickly took it back, shuffled the cards, dealt the cards, and gave the Holy King a hidden card , After a revealed card, "Holy King, the card is the biggest, please speak." The voice was always calm.

"Follow." The Holy King threw all the weights in front of him to the middle, and then said, "Add 10% of the share of Asian Weapons." The audience was shocked, and silence swept the audience.

Fourth Master pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose again, and his unhurried voice broke the silence, "Since the Holy King is interested, father and all uncles can play with the Holy King, and I'll be the loser."

In a word, the tense atmosphere in the casino was eased a lot, and Fourth Master immediately received several appreciative looks.

The Holy King smiled and said nothing, but said nothing more.

Daoming Sicheng spoke first: "Although there is no handwriting of the Holy King, there are several technology companies under Daoming Temple that are not bad, so let's gamble with the Holy King!"

"Ximen's family technology company does exist, but it's not as large as Daomingsi's. I'll add a few more pieces of land, and the location can be chosen by the Holy King." Ximen Junhao.

"You two are not authentic." Misakumo said in a loud voice, not falling behind: "American writers don't have as much money as you, but there are plenty of sites, and the holy king chooses them at will."

Hua Ze Wenbin smiled, and said unhurriedly: "Hua Ze's family has a good route, but I don't know if the Holy King would like it or not."

The Holy King looked around and raised his eyebrows lightly, no one could guess his emotions.

After a long time, he fixed his gaze on Fourth Master and said casually, "Deal the cards."

Everyone present understands,

The dealer is the fourth master's temptation.

The share of weapons is the test of the Holy King.

Technology companies, land, airlines, and territory are the expressions of the sincerity of the four major families for cooperation.

The Holy King accepted the chips from several people, and the nature of the game changed.

Winning or losing is not important, what matters is the deep meaning behind the game.

Next, fourth master dealt the cards, and everyone's eyes were on the cards, naturally there was nothing unusual in their expressions.

There was only one person who didn't pay attention to the poker table, and that was George. He quietly left the casino while everyone was not paying attention.

When fourth master dealt the cards, he happened to catch sight of his disappearing back, his brows twitched unnoticed, and when he closed his hand, he waved his hand unintentionally.

There was a slight undetectable fluctuation in the air, like a breeze blowing on the face, and it quickly calmed down.

Others didn't pay attention, but the keen Holy King noticed the change in the air flow in the air. He was a ninja who had seen Fourth Master before. He glanced in the direction of the fluctuation and found that George, who was supposed to be standing behind him, was not there. With a sudden jump, George was easy to guess, and he blamed himself for not making it clear. He sighed secretly, but he didn't show any thoughts or emotions, and his face was calm and unwavering.

Outside the casino.

George walked to a hidden location, and two figures sprang out from the corner, "Butler."

"How about it?"

"It's in hand."

The housekeeper took out a bottle from his pocket, "Give her one. Take her to the Holy King back to the villa immediately."

"Yes." The figure took the bottle and quickly disappeared into the darkness.

A strange gleam appeared in the butler's eyes, which was fleeting, and soon he quietly returned to the casino, standing not far from the Holy King.

At this moment, the outcome of the game is one point, Misakumo's laughing voice echoed over the casino, no need to guess, the final winner is him.

Des Este had something on his mind, and he resigned as soon as the bet was over.

Fourth Master personally sent him to the door, looked at his back, and said to a dark place, "Say it!"

"Master, Miss Ogawara was taken away, and now it seems that he arranged it."

"How many people does he have?"

"There are at least 5 people, but they just don't know how to get into the round. Shinobi is investigating."

"There's no need to investigate, let Ren San and Ren Er follow Miss, and stay put for now."

"Yes."

******

Des Este walked into the presidential suite, sat directly on the sofa, crossed his legs, and leaned lazily.

As usual, George served him a cup of top-quality Sri Lankan black tea. Just as he was about to turn around, Des Est called him, "George."

George paused and listened respectfully.

The Holy King's voice suddenly rose, and he said harshly: "George, I don't care what you did, stop now."

George was startled, with cold sweat dripping down his back, he raised his eyes to meet the holy king's blue eyes, with a feeling that he had nothing to hide, he didn't hide anything, and told the holy king exactly the opportunity he had taken Okawahara Shiro.

Then, he took a step forward and knelt down on one knee, "Holy King, please forgive my self-assertion."

"George, you underestimate Daoming Sisi."

Just as George moved his lips to make a distinction, Des Est's voice sounded again, "George, go back to the island." The voice was flat without any ups and downs.

George's pupils dilated instantly, and there was nothing left in his mind, and he kept repeating in his ears, "Young Master doesn't want him anymore, Young Master doesn't want him anymore."

His face was pale, his whole body began to tremble uncontrollably, his eyes were bloodshot, and he knelt down to the fourth master's feet, "Master, you just kill me." Stiffing his neck, he said resolutely.

The sound of "Master" made Des Este sigh. He couldn't blame the old man in front of him. He watched himself grow up. To him, he was also a teacher, a friend and a father.

What I did today was just because I showed a difference to Shigeru Ogawara, and in the final analysis, it was because of him.

But there are some things he is not going to hide.

He looked at George for a moment, and said, "George, I don't have much time." His voice was tense and hoarse.

George raised his head abruptly, with complex expressions on his face.

Des Est helped George stand up, "George, you should know about our family's genetic disease. I was diagnosed last year and it was positive for DMC." The last few words were spoken very slowly.

George felt dizzy and dizzy before his eyes, unable to believe this fact.

DMC is a genetic disease that has no solution so far. None of the heads of the Este family lived past the age of 30.

The young master's 30th birthday was too early, and he always thought that the young master was an exception. Unexpectedly, a kind of sadness and despair caused George to collapse. Tears rolled freely on his face, and he couldn't stop it. He was so sad that he couldn't breathe at all .

God!His young master, his young master, why should the tragedy of the Esther family continue on the young master, why, why, why, George's sobbing voice kept calling, "Master, master" as if the only way to ease his pain.

Des Este smiled, "George, what worries me the most now is those brothers."

"Director Daoming Temple, after this period of observation, he is really good. He has ambition, means, and strategy. What's more important is that his brothers follow him and can live a fair and honest life."

George wiped his tears, "No, master, our allegiance is to the Este family, you, and your heirs." Thinking of Shizuo Ogawara, his gaze became firmer, and he knelt down again, "Master, please Leave the heir!" The voice was still choked up, with a nasal tone.

Des Est was silent for a long time, "George, just let the DMC end on me!"

The voice sounded far away as if it came from the sky, and it sounded like a sigh but was silent. Hearing it in George's ears, his heart ached even more. His poor young master wished he could bear all this instead of the young master.

After a long silence, Des Este ordered George to send Ogawara back in person.

George, who had regained his composure, obeyed the order and left.

The room suddenly became quiet, and Des Este sat down on the terrace again, looking at the sea in the distance, letting his heart sink into the dark and cold seabed, ups and downs.

******

George waited at the door of the fourth master's room for a long time before his men came over carrying Shigeru Ogawara. At the same time, the closed door suddenly opened.

George coldly glanced at the sleepy Shiro Ogawara, reached out to take it, hugged it by the waist, and walked in slowly.

Fourth Master seemed to have been waiting for a long time, got up, took Da He Yuan Zi from the housekeeper, didn't say anything, but turned around, went into the bedroom, and carefully put Da He Yuan Shi on the bed.

Soon, he came out.

George carefully looked at the fourth master who was slowly approaching, and at the heir chosen by the young master himself. He had to admit that this person was excellent as the young master said, but he was not the young master.

There was a bitterness in his heart, if the young master was healthy and carefree, where would it be his turn, and Shiko Ogawara thought about it, his heart would feel resentful and uncomfortable.

However, he had to suppress his emotions. He couldn't destroy the young master's plan. He took a deep breath and said, "Master Daoming Temple, I'm back. If you want to kill or hit me, this matter has nothing to do with the Holy King." .”

Fourth Master could clearly feel that George's hostility was much less, and it was faintly more indescribably weird and weird.

He was able to predict the reaction of the Holy King, and Dahe Yuanzi was sent back intact, which also proved his judgment.

However, the fourth master stared at George's changes, inspected him slightly, and saw that his mood was not right. He was puzzled, but he didn't ask any more questions, and said lightly: "Housekeeper George, thank you for sending my fiancee back." In a word, it can be regarded as simply exposing this matter to the past.

George looked up at him in astonishment, with a calm look in his eyes. Some understood the young master's choice, so he bent down very carefully and saluted, "Master Daoming Temple, goodbye."

After walking out the door, George suddenly remembered the bottle of medicine, and asked the men waiting at the door, "Where is that pill?"

"Housekeeper, she has been served."

The corner of George's mouth twitched, and he was about to turn around and tell Fourth Master, when he remembered that they were a fiancé couple, he couldn't help but feel relieved, the medicine was of the highest quality, he carefully prepared it for the young master, it was cheaper for him.