Dangerous love of a wealthy family: a warrant for fleeing his wife at a sky-high price

Luo Xuan walked aimlessly along the block of the gallery. In the dark night, he was like a walking corpse. The appearance of thorny sea buckthorn kept flashing in her mind. When she was six years old, she pushed aside the leaves and found his pair of eyes The black eyes full of curiosity, and her frown and smile when I met her again...

A drunken man staggered over from the opposite side and bumped into Luo Xuan directly.

"Bastard! Don't you have eyes!" The drunk cursed dissatisfiedly, and just as he was about to leave Luo Xuan, he suddenly grabbed Luo Xuan's arm.

"Bastard——" the drunk was about to start cursing, but the moment he saw the bloodshot eyes in his eyes, he woke up in an instant. He quickly threw away the dagger hidden in his sleeve, and knelt down on the ground.

"Three, Mr. Three! Mr. Three, I didn't know it was you—"

With a muffled sound of "Boom", the drunk man slowly lowered his head, and the gleaming dagger that he threw on the ground just now was inserted into his chest so suddenly, and blood gushed out from the dagger.

The melodious and soothing music of the mobile phone rang in the arms of the drunk man, playing Richard Clayderman's "Childhood Memories".

Like a demon, Luo Xuan slowly bent down, took out his mobile phone from his pocket, and suddenly pulled out the silver dagger. Blood gushed out like a spring, splashing on Luo Xuan's white skin. on his shirt, splashed on his cheeks...

In the quiet night, in a street in London, the melodious cell phone ringtones were playing soothingly. A drunk man fell to the ground with a bang, with blood dripping from his body. Luo Xuan threw the dagger on the ground, and there was nothing in his eyes. A trace of emotion, as if nothing happened, slowly walked forward...

The light on the side of the road cast his slender figure, his back was dark, gloomy, cold and ruthless like a machine...

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Jingshaji couldn't help but sighed when he heard the waiting tone that came from the phone for a long time.

The night wind blew through, and there was a hint of coolness. Jingshaji pouted and looked at the passing vehicles, and took out his backpack. There was really no penny in it...

With her head drooping, she walked to the bench beside the hotel and sat down, sending a message to Luo Xuan.

"Why didn't you answer the phone?" The first message was sent out, but there was no reply after a while.

"Luo Xuan, are you angry?" The second message was sent out again, but there was still no response.

Jing Seabuckthorn lowered her head and leaned on the bench in despair, closed her eyes, and after a while sent him another message saying, "Can you pick me up?" Deleted, and wrote, "Lolo, I want to go home"...

After writing these few words, she deleted them again, and then rested her head on the back of the chair in frustration, and fell asleep after a while.

Han Ziye walked up to her lightly, looked at her sleeping face, and slowly knelt down to look at her seriously.

——For me... getting a home...is a luxury.So, now... home is what I want to protect the most. ——

He stretched out his hand and slowly reached in front of her, but stopped suddenly just before his fingertips touched her...

——My sister is a family lover, if you are willing to take her in, Mr. Han, she would like to stay forever! ——

Once, he remembered what Tintin said when he found him.

His slender fingers slowly slid down her outline, his eyes stared at her with so much sadness...

Now she has become an existence that he wants to touch but dare not approach...