Dressed as the villain's cannon fodder daughter

The roulette wheel of fate will still run on the most original track, but there is a deviation in your arrival?

Lu Qianxun raised his pale and colorless cheeks, and curled up his exposed white fingers.

"Teacher, but why, why?"

The old monk slowly opened his eyes, his eyes flashed the tears on her pale face.

He clasped his hands together, and said in a gentle voice: "Little benefactor, it's still the same sentence, you are also you, and this world is also that world."

Lu Qianxun was startled.

"Little benefactor, all of this is in your own thoughts."

Lu Qianxun murmured: "In just one thought of mine..."

……

Europe.

Palace family.

In the old European-style castle, Fu Siming knelt on the ground.

A solemn old man on the main seat stared angrily at Fu Siming who was kneeling on the ground, and said in a deep and deep voice, "Enforce the family law."

"Sir, do you really need it?"

The man stood beside the old man with a whip.

This old man is Gong Jingyu, the current head of the Gong family.

Gong Jingyu's eyes were fierce, and he glanced at Gong Song from the corner of his eye, and said slowly, "Gong Song, do I need to repeat what I said a second time?"

Gong Song, the housekeeper of the palace family.

"Yes, sir."

Gong Song walked behind Fu Siming and said in a low voice: "Young master, forgive me for being rude."

The voice fell.

He raised the whip in his hand and whipped it towards Fu Siming's back.

Fu Siming lowered his head, his brows suddenly became gloomy, and his pupils were icy cold.

Wu Mo stood not far behind, watching this scene, frowning.

Gong Jingye was sitting on a stool beside him, looking like he was enjoying the show, the corners of his lips were drawn calmly, his eyes were gloomy and cold.

The man sitting next to Gong Jingye squinted his eyes, his black hair lay casually in front of his eyes, his golden glasses reflected the light in the hall, his face was extremely handsome, and his slender blue phoenix eyes were faintly cyan, with a hint of Sleepy.

The Gong family is of Chinese descent, and Gong Jingye's generation has a quarter of Y country blood in his genes, and his facial features are more three-dimensional and exquisite than those of the Chinese.

"Second brother, how is it?"

"Brother, you must have told me the secret."

Gong Jingye didn't speak any more, and there was a slight smile on the corner of his mouth.

Gong Jingxi's eyelashes drooped, and she lowered the coldness and darkness surging in her eyes.

Gong Jingxi, 20 years old, is the younger brother of Gong Jingye.

Under Gong Song's beating, the clothes on Fu Siming's back were torn, and the naked eye could see bloody wounds one after another, as well as the blood flowing slowly along the arc.

Fu Siming didn't utter a cry in a daze, only a muffled hum.

After a hundred lashes, Gong Song also stopped what he was doing.

Gong Jingyu asked: "Si Ming, do you know you made a mistake?"

Fu Siming said in a deep voice, "Grandpa, I only do what I believe in."

"You bastard, what do you think is the little girl from the Lu family? You ran back to save her, and got involved in the grievances between the Huo and Lu families."

Gong Jingyu on the main seat glared angrily and roared coldly.

Fu Siming suddenly raised his head to look at Gong Jingyu who was sitting on the main seat, his pupils suddenly constricted for a moment.

Gong Jingxi frowned, little girl?

The grievances between the Huo and Lu families?

"Grandpa, hasn't the Gong family already intervened in the grievances between the Huo and Lu families? Didn't you indirectly help Ron last time by letting him obtain the right to monopolize arms sales in Europe?"

Fu Siming looked at him with extremely cold eyes, his voice was emotionless, and his handsome face was as cold as ice.

Gong Jingyu was slightly taken aback, suppressed the excitement in his pitch-black eyes, and raised the corners of his mouth slightly: "Si Ming, I really can't hide anything from you.

I really like your intelligence, you are really suitable to take over the child of the Gong family..."

The expressions of Gong Jingye and Gong Jingxi's brothers suddenly darkened.

Gong Jing narrowed his dark eyes slightly at night, and his cold eyes shot directly at Fu Siming.

"Grandpa, I have two cousins ​​above me. By saying that, are you planning to bring hatred to my grandson?"

How could Fu Siming not know that what his grandfather said was to stir up grievances between him and the two brothers of the Gong family.

Whoever can stay will be the next head of the palace family.

Gong Jingye scolded coldly: "Fu Siming, how could you talk to grandpa like this."

Gong Jingxi remained silent, her brows and eyes raised slightly, and a gloomy light flashed across her.

A look of uncontrollable embarrassment appeared on Gong Jingyu's face, and the corners of his dark lips rose abruptly in the next second. His grandson is too shrewd. Taking him back to Gong's house is indeed a wise choice...

"Okay." Gong Jingyu's thick and deep voice sounded, "Ah Song, take Si Ming down for proper treatment..."

"Yes, sir."

Fu Siming didn't wait for Gong Song to help him, he stood up directly by himself, and said coldly: "Then grandpa, Si Ming will go down first."

in the hallway.

The dark clouds outside are thick, the temperature in late autumn in Europe is very low, and the light cold wind blows through the green plants and tall trees, rustling.

"Cousin, are you okay?"

Gong Jingyu came from the opposite side and asked with concern.

Fu Siming looked down at the girl slightly.

A young girl's white rose-like skin, cherry lips and peach face, a pair of beautiful blue eyes are clear and beautiful, giving people the illusion of innocence and cuteness, and her appearance is gorgeous and gorgeous.

Gong Jingyu and Fu Siming's eyes met.

The young man's sharp-edged outline, heroic eyebrows and eyes, obviously such a good-looking skin, make you feel extremely hostile.

But she continued: "Grandpa really went too far this time."

Her tone is flat and ethereal.

"Cousin, I don't have anything to say to you."

Fu Siming's voice was low and cold.

Gong Jingyu said with a smile: "I'm sorry, cousin, I forgot that you are still injured, butler Song, you can take your cousin down for treatment..."

"Miss, the old slave will take the young master to heal first."

As soon as the words fell, Fu Siming walked away without looking back.

Gong Jingyu looked back at the bloody wound on his back, and she was slightly taken aback.

This cousin of hers is really cold and stubborn.

……

Fu Siming's room.

"Young Master, I was negligent, Master Gong sent someone to follow us all the way back to City S..."

"Just the jumping clown."

Fu Siming was lying on the bed, the coldness that seemed to be poisoned overflowed from his throat, and his tone was dark and cold.

There was a knock on the door.

Wu Mo opened the door, and Gong Song ushered in a foreign doctor from the outside.

Half an hour later, the foreign doctor left.

Gong Song stood aside and watched, not to mention how distressed his face was.

He couldn't help frowning, looked at the closed door, lowered his voice, and said hastily: "Young Master, I don't understand why you want to go back to City S."

"Grandpa Song, you know my temper..."

"Hey." Gong Song lowered his expression and said calmly, "Young master, you should have a good rest..."

There was no expression on Fu Siming's face, and he responded with a faint "Yes."

After he left, Wu Mo spoke again: "Young master, do you need us to do it?"

"No, let that guy be arrogant for a while longer, I still need to deal with their parents first..."

Fu Siming looked at Wu Mo coldly, and for a moment, the corners of his lips curled into a cold arc.

Wu Mo looked at the curvature of his lips, his expression froze for a few seconds, and he quickly came back to his senses, saying: "Yes."

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