Doting on a wealthy family: Difficult to deal with a strong wife

As time went by, the atmosphere in the room became more and more strange, and the inner anxiety of Confucian scholars became more and more intense.He couldn't help but look outside, and then at Lusha who was sitting there reading a book, but he couldn't see anything special.

After thinking about it, the Confucian scholar gave La and Hongsha a wink. Hongsha nodded slightly, got up and walked to the balcony.If others don't know what the Confucian scholar's wink means just now, then Hongsha has been by Confucian scholar's side all these years, and she has a lot of understanding of his words and deeds.

Just now the Confucian scholar asked her to go to the balcony to see if Lusha had done something there.Of course, it is not easy for La to participate in these matters, so Hongsha has to go forward.

In Lusha's eyes, the small actions of the three of them are simply a joke.If they could easily see what they saw, then all her forbearance in the blood all these years would be useless.

But the facts have proved that all the efforts of Lusha in the blood are not in vain these years, otherwise, she would not be able to accept this task this time.

When Hongsha was standing on the balcony and watching carefully, she didn't know that there were many people watching around this building.Especially on the roof of the building closest to this building, two young men with ordinary faces are holding binoculars in their hands, facing here.

When one of them saw the red gauze, he couldn't help but frowned, put away his binoculars, and said to the people around him, "Yang, don't the current killers have a sense of crisis? Why don't they seem to?" How about hiding yourself?"

Yang didn't put away the binoculars in his hand, but looked past Hongsha's enchanting figure and looked into the hall behind her.From the positions of several people, carefully analyze, there may be other arrangements inside.

Hearing what his companion said, he replied casually: "Don't you think this is also their best cover up? If there is no definite news, how can we know that such a woman who dresses herself up so enchantingly would actually A killer who kills without blinking an eye?"

"That's true." The people around him raised their binoculars again, continued to observe, and couldn't help asking again, "How? Can you see any arrangements inside? When will the official action be taken?"

"Wait and see." Yang replied, and the binoculars were aimed at the enchanting woman in the center of the living room who was also wearing a gauze dress. She frowned slightly, adjusted the camera closer, and looked over carefully, and found that although the other party had a big Changes, but have a great connection with a figure in memory.

As if feeling that someone was watching her, Lusha's head naturally lifted from the book, as if she was tired from reading and needed to look into the distance, she casually looked out the window, and there was a flash in her eyes that others were not easy Mark noticed the cunning.

This cunning is only fleeting, if you don't pay special attention, you can't see it at all.Even the Confucian scholars and La who surrounded her faintly didn't notice, they just looked at Lusha nervously, wondering when she, who was a little abnormal today, would give herself and others some discomfort.

Until now, they hadn't thought that Lusha might kill them, let alone the special identity of this beautiful woman who was brought back to the organization by the blood.

On the opposite side, on the top of the building, Yang saw that sly look, and his mind froze: "Could it be her? She didn't sacrifice herself back then, and even got into the blood."

He thought so, but he didn't say it, he just watched the other party's every move carefully with a telescope.Lusha didn't continue to look at the other side, she looked back very naturally, and continued to flip through the magazine, as if there were so many stories that attracted her.

In fact, Lusha was really serious about reading a short story in it. It told about a person who fell into a bottomless mountain stream. Everyone in the village thought he was dead, and his family also held a funeral for him. , The wife he just married back home also remarried.

But many years later, the man came back strangely, and learned a very powerful kung fu, soaring directly from the mountain stream. When he returned to the village, he found that everything he had was gone. "Dead" and passed away one after another due to excessive grief, and his wife became someone else's.

Even the playmates who used to be together no longer know him.Seeing him appear, he came up and asked him where he came from.The only thing left here is a dilapidated yard full of weeds.It became a nest of wild dogs and cats, and a paradise for mice.

The man went into the ruins and found the old household registration book. Every name in it was marked with the word "death".He looked at this home that was no longer worth nostalgia for, turned around and went down the mountain. From then on, he disappeared in the rivers and lakes and started all kinds of wonderful lives again.

Lusha feels that the protagonist in this story is very similar to herself now.The difference is that before I successfully returned to "home" from the abyss, my "family" had already found me, and my current role turned out to be the enemy of "family".

Perhaps, after experiencing some things, people will change a lot, but after all, for some reasons, they still have a glimmer of hope for certain things and certain people.Just like the current green yarn.

She didn't know if the person who was observing her still remembered her, let alone how he saw herself now.She just wanted to wait for him quietly like this, rush over with his brothers and sisters, and finish off the three people around her.

Or, even she figured it out together.In this way, her heart will not hurt so much.Thinking about it, her nose suddenly became a little sore, and she hurriedly turned a new page.

Hongsha came in from the balcony and looked at Confucian scholar, her eyes told him that she didn't see anything.The latter didn't say anything, just beckoned and asked her to come to him.Hongsha twisted her waist, walked towards the Confucian scholar, and fell into his arms very relaxed.

She coquettishly said: "What's the matter with you today? It's so late, you don't go out to play, and you don't assign tasks. You don't feel idle sitting here."

"It's okay, let's sit for a while." The Confucian scholar glanced at the green yarn, and rubbed his big hand rudely on the red yarn.

It seems that Yang has been looking at a certain point for a long time, and he has not moved the camera for a long time. The people around him can't help but adjust their angles, trying to find something that may be attractive to Yang. In the end, he is a little discouraged He put away the binoculars and looked at Yang and asked, "Yan, what are you looking at?"

Yang's tone was not at all turbulent: "I'm looking at a possibility, and I don't want to look away until I confirm it."

"A possibility?" Yang's companion looked at him suspiciously, then raised his binoculars and looked at him, trying to find out what Yang was talking about.