In one go

And no matter whether he did it or not, at least in the next half month, the two lived a peaceful life.

Wang Hang became more silent and more obedient.He sat on the bed alone, lost his mind at some point, stared at his stomach, frowning and smiling at times.

Shu Jinxing didn't try to guess what he was thinking in his heart. In his spare time, he tried to contact Schumer and others who were thousands of miles away. If he could contact Su Fang, the danger for Wang Hang and the child would be much less. point.

But it was a coincidence that just when Su Fang arrived with a group of people, Wang Hang's stomach reacted.After about a day of labor pains, Shu Jinxing finally waited for a loud cry.

The four of Schumer were all ecstatic, and when they were thinking of congratulating Xiang Shu Jinxing, they saw him walking towards Honglian who was holding the child with a sullen expression, and asked, "How is it?"

Hong Lian didn't hear the meaning of his words for a while, and lifted the child up a little happily: "Of course the young master's child is very good, looking at those eyes, it must be a..."

Shu Jinxing swept the child's face perfunctorily, then turned to look into the room: "Then what about him?"

Honglian's smile froze on her face: "Him?"

Shu Jinxing turned his face slightly away: "If he dies, I don't have to worry about how to deal with him anymore."

"So it's like this..." Honglian lowered her eyes to tease the child in her hand, and said casually: "Doctor Su is taking care of him inside, and his life should be safe."

Shu Jinxing leaned forward, but did not move.

Hong Lian took a step back: "Young Master, let's go and have a look."

Shu Jinxing accepted her favor, walked to the inner room in two or three steps, and saw Su Fang's apprentice kept coming in and out with bloody water.Startled, he rushed in hastily.

Sure enough, Wang Hang's lower body (he) 丨 body (xie) was still bleeding, his face had no trace of blood, his hands were hanging by his side, and with those tightly closed eyes - he seemed to be dead!

"Su Fang!" Shu Jinxing suppressed his emotions, "What's going on?"

"Could it be that you fell off the cliff and broke your eyes?" the old man said to him, and continued to work without looking back.

Shu Jin took a few steps: "How is he now? Is his life in danger?"

Su Fang turned to glance at him: "What do you want from him?"

"Although it's of little value, there are some benefits to surviving. After seeing the prince, I will also share more bargaining chips."

"So that's the case." Su Fang's inquiring eyes were inexplicably smiling, he paused, raised his hand and tapped a few big points on Wang Hang's body, "I've sealed his righteousness in his body, as long as he passes through Tonight, he will survive, but..."

"That's good," he forced his eyes to glance at Wang Hang as if nothing had happened, and restrained the desire to continue asking: "I'm not interested in the rest of the matter."

"That's good," Su Fang also cooperated with him in acting, "I will send Honglian to inform you of the situation tomorrow morning."

After a while of silence, Su Fang thought that he understood the way of pretending to be confused. Shu Jinxing had already learned it, and he would not be able to taste any sweetness if he continued to deal with him.But he always felt that the old man was hiding something from him, so he couldn't move for a long time.

"Why are you still here?" The old man was naturally impatient seeing him not moving for a long time, every crease was filled with displeasure.

He pursed his lips, and finally returned in resentment under the old man's fierce gaze, and there was always something more in his straight back that did not belong to the name "Shu Jinxing".

This kid—Su Fang turned left and right with cloudy eyes, and muttered: "Finally enlightened..."

But in a blink of an eye, he frowned again with a sad face—it was either the opening of the opening was at an inappropriate time, or the object of the opening was too unimaginable.

He paced around the room a few times, and when he raised his eyebrows, he called Hong Lian in and whispered for a while.

"Really?" The old man's words obviously made her a little embarrassed.

"Believe me," he said with a wise light in his eyes, encouraging the woman who had always been in love with Shu Jinxing, "You also want him to be happy, don't you?"

Obviously, this sentence successfully hit Honglian's heart, she bit her lower lip, nodded slightly, as firm as a guard.

This is easy to handle, the big stone in the old man's heart has finally been lowered by an inch, and he has already done this, and the next thing can only depend on his personal fortune...

So it was destined to be a sleepless night.

Especially for Shu Jinxing, who was without Wang Hang by his side for the first time in several months, the night seemed to be particularly difficult. There was no disordered breathing to attract his attention, and he didn't have to worry about whether the person next to him would wake up in the middle of the night.

It seems that the meaning of the word "load" was re-examined by Shu Jinxing tonight.

However, at the moment when the truth was about to surface, he closed his eyes fiercely and avoided it like a coward.

It's just that he didn't know that after just one night, things seemed to have undergone earth-shaking changes.

As soon as he opened the door, he saw Honglian, who seldom frowned in front of him, was standing in the yard without saying a word, with her head lowered, tightly twisting her fingers.

He had a bad premonition in his heart for no reason: "What's wrong?"

Because of his words, Hong Lian couldn't help shaking all over, raised her pale pretty face, and said tremblingly: "Young master... Wang Hang, he... is dead."

"what!"

Hong Lian immediately fell to her knees with a plop: "Young Master, calm down!"

"Calm your anger?" A murderous intent slowly appeared on Shu Jin's expressionless face, he walked down the steps little by little, and asked word by word: "You, say, again."

"No matter how many times you say it, it won't change the fact." The old man resisted the anger emanating from Shu Jinxing's body, walked up to him, and replied neither humble nor humble, "Could it be that you want to fight me for something of little value?"

Shu Jinxing didn't speak. He put his hands behind his back and looked at the old man with half-closed eyes, as if trying to dig out the old man's cloudy eyes, and he didn't even restrain his anger.

It's a pity that the old man in front of him is not a simple character. Even if he doesn't have martial arts, he can still withstand the storm in this raging storm.

So it must be Shu Jinxing who was defeated—yes, it took a long time before he slowly withdrew his intimidating breath, and uttered a sentence through his teeth: "You are joking, I was just surprised by the famous poison doctor. It’s just for show.”

Only then did the old man lift Honglian up, and defuse his provocation with all his might: "If I'm really a vain person, then you, Shu Jinxing, will be a bone lying on the ground today!"

"Besides—" he turned around disdainfully, ignoring Shu Jinxing's livid face, "Who is this Wang Hang? Why is it worth my time to rescue him?"

"He is—" After only two words, Shu Jinxing fell silent.The old man was able to get an idea every time, a question he had asked himself countless times, until today, Shu Jinxing still couldn't give an answer.

"Then ask me when you've thought it over," the old man saw that he couldn't answer, and sneered from a distance, "Shu, young master."

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