Chapter 319
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The next day.
The door of Lin Hanxing's room was knocked at dawn.
When she opened the door lazily in her silk pajamas, the maid was stunned.
It turned out that Lin Youlin, who had not slept well all night, was afraid that she would delay her business. As soon as she wanted to ask her servant to wake Lin Hanxing up, uncle Hai, yuan Shaojing's confidant, had arrived and was waiting downstairs.
After hearing this, Lin Hanxing only said that he knew that he had changed his clothes and went downstairs.
The hall was full of early risers, even Luo Ruyin, whose face was slightly swollen.
Different colors, this should be breakfast time, but no one has that mind.
But Uncle dumb has already prepared Lin Hanxing's breakfast.
"Miss Lin, I'll pick you up."
Uncle Hai changed his style when he first came here. He was respectful and polite.
"Wait until I have breakfast." Lin Hanxing looked up at him, then made a cold voice.
I'm still in the mood for breakfast!
Luo Ruyin rolled her eyes, waiting for uncle hai to get angry. After all, last time he was in the hospital, he made himself suffer a lot!
Others, more or less, have this in mind.
But unexpectedly, uncle Hai not only didn't have half an objection, but also took the initiative to stand aside to facilitate Lin Hanxing's meal.
Dumb uncle came out with breakfast.
The scallion cake just made is golden on both sides.
Cut into the shape of convenient chopsticks by a sharp knife, it's crisp outside and tender inside. Even the crispy oil skin has a strong aroma.
Sliced lettuce is thinner than toothpick, Jasper green, decorated with red pepper, fresh and refreshing.
The most expensive is pumpkin soup.
The pumpkin is boiled into mud, with fresh cream, soup and pepper as the base material. The sweet smell can be smelled by the Lin family sitting in the hall. They can only vaguely hear the sound of gurgling, but everyone pretends not to hear it.
Lin Hanxing quietly picked up chopsticks, no matter what other members of the Lin family had in mind.
"Cousin, you look down on our Lin family and have a cook for yourself?"
Suddenly, Luo Wenbo's voice broke the silence of the room.
Luo Wen Su frowned. The elder brother's temperament seems to be more and more impatient these two days.
When he was young, uncle Hai walked on the edge of the sword. He used to hide it. Now he stares at Luo Wenbo
The atmosphere suddenly became delicate.
But they didn't wait for uncle hai to do anything else. All they heard was a whew in their ears. It seemed that something was flying in front of them.
Then the European vase on the tea table cracked like a spider web, accompanied by the movement of PA.
And the culprit or
Lin Youlin's eyes are wide open. Is it a chopstick?
"Mute uncle, change a pair for me."
Lin Hanxing's cold voice rang out immediately, and the chopsticks in his hand were originally a pair of chopsticks. I don't know when they became a single one.
So, just now she was using chopsticks
You broke the vase?
Even if others don't see clearly, uncle Hai, the practitioner, can see clearly.
This girl is obviously useless
If you are really cruel, the seemingly wooden chopsticks can definitely penetrate the person's throat.
Luo Wenbo returns to taste, a pair of eyes fiercely stare to Lin Hanxing direction.
But Lin Hanxing takes the chopsticks again from dumb uncle. Leng Rui's eyes suddenly sweep to Luo Wenbo.
The two eyes looked at each other for a moment, forcing Luo Wenbo's scalp numb.
Lin Hanxing took back his sight and sneered from his heart.
A breakfast is eaten in different minds.
Lin Hanxing went upstairs again. When he came down again, his clothes had been changed into black.
The high waist Retro Black Hepburn dress is dignified and elegant. The neck is decorated with a white pearl necklace. The original long hair is rolled up behind the ears, and the head is still wearing an English mesh black hat. The feet are wearing the same color bandage high heels, and slowly walk down the stairs.
Every step is like stepping on the heart.
"You can go." Lin Hanxing and dumb uncle look at each other, the voice is calm to almost indifference.
That pair of eyes that seem to have been soaked in the cold pool show their sense through the British black screen.
Until Lin Hanxing left, Luo Ruyin couldn't help hissing toward the place where her back disappeared.
"Bitch!"
The voice just fell, but suddenly there was a sharp chill behind it.
Looking up, dumb uncle just looked at her, eyes like looking at a dead man.
Sipping her mouth, Luo Ruyin hummed coldly and turned to go upstairs!
………………
The car drove smoothly towards the cemetery in the eastern suburb.
During this period, uncle Hai often looks at Lin Hanxing in the back seat through the rearview mirror.
But apart from calmness, he could not receive any fluctuation in her mood.
There are elegant flowers in the car.
Lin Hanxing has a bunch of white roses on hand.Flower language is the memory of death.
The road up the mountain is tortuous and winding. Although it doesn't rain today, it's gray and depressing.
On both sides of the road are towering green plants, which seem to enter the clouds.
The higher you go, the fresher the air is and the colder the temperature is.
Soon, the eastern suburb cemetery arrived.
Today's eastern suburb cemetery is surrounded by a group of men in black suits, showing a completely closed state.
Almost when the car stopped, Lin Hanxing saw the familiar black Bugatti.
As soon as Uncle Hai stopped, Lei Xiao got out of the car.
The dark black suit and the atmosphere of the cemetery behind him seem to blend together, cold and serious. The black ink covers his deep eyes, but the strong indifference between his eyebrows makes people unable to avoid.
She didn't expect him to come.
"Come here." Thunder owl reached out to her.
Slender fingers with the power to reverse the sky, like the master, others can not shake.
Lin Hanxing smiles and walks towards him with two deep pear vortices on his cheek.
Put your hands in his big hands.
Her cool hands were held by her powerful fingers, and the eyes behind the sunglasses became soft.
"Uncle yuan has just taken the medicine. I don't pay attention to it."
"I'm fine."
With a thick but husky voice, yuan Shaojing's cold and resolute face appeared in everyone's eyes.
Still on his black crutch.
But the spirit is obviously poor. I didn't sleep all night.
Even the hair looks white on the wall, the lines at the corners of the eyes are deeper and deeper, and the whole person is much older.
"Come with me."
Lin Hanxing takes a deep look at yuan Shaojing and sees that he refuses uncle Hai's help and takes back his sight indifferently.
They walked slowly towards the ninety-nine steps in front of them.
At that time, the eastern suburb cemetery invited the geomantic masters from Hong Kong to build this geomantic treasure land. The ninety-nine steps implied that the spirits of the dead had ascended to the paradise early and did not love the world. The steps were continuous and the tombstones were scattered on both sides of the steps.
Leixiao took Lin Hanxing's hand, breathing steadily, without any disorder.
But yuan Shaojing soon sweat on his forehead, disordered breathing, like bellows, wheezing, it sounds uncomfortable.
But soon, Lin Hanxing's figure turned to the left. After a few steps, he stopped in front of a tombstone.
"Here we are, Mr. Yuan."
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The next day.
The door of Lin Hanxing's room was knocked at dawn.
When she opened the door lazily in her silk pajamas, the maid was stunned.
It turned out that Lin Youlin, who had not slept well all night, was afraid that she would delay her business. As soon as she wanted to ask her servant to wake Lin Hanxing up, uncle Hai, yuan Shaojing's confidant, had arrived and was waiting downstairs.
After hearing this, Lin Hanxing only said that he knew that he had changed his clothes and went downstairs.
The hall was full of early risers, even Luo Ruyin, whose face was slightly swollen.
Different colors, this should be breakfast time, but no one has that mind.
But Uncle dumb has already prepared Lin Hanxing's breakfast.
"Miss Lin, I'll pick you up."
Uncle Hai changed his style when he first came here. He was respectful and polite.
"Wait until I have breakfast." Lin Hanxing looked up at him, then made a cold voice.
I'm still in the mood for breakfast!
Luo Ruyin rolled her eyes, waiting for uncle hai to get angry. After all, last time he was in the hospital, he made himself suffer a lot!
Others, more or less, have this in mind.
But unexpectedly, uncle Hai not only didn't have half an objection, but also took the initiative to stand aside to facilitate Lin Hanxing's meal.
Dumb uncle came out with breakfast.
The scallion cake just made is golden on both sides.
Cut into the shape of convenient chopsticks by a sharp knife, it's crisp outside and tender inside. Even the crispy oil skin has a strong aroma.
Sliced lettuce is thinner than toothpick, Jasper green, decorated with red pepper, fresh and refreshing.
The most expensive is pumpkin soup.
The pumpkin is boiled into mud, with fresh cream, soup and pepper as the base material. The sweet smell can be smelled by the Lin family sitting in the hall. They can only vaguely hear the sound of gurgling, but everyone pretends not to hear it.
Lin Hanxing quietly picked up chopsticks, no matter what other members of the Lin family had in mind.
"Cousin, you look down on our Lin family and have a cook for yourself?"
Suddenly, Luo Wenbo's voice broke the silence of the room.
Luo Wen Su frowned. The elder brother's temperament seems to be more and more impatient these two days.
When he was young, uncle Hai walked on the edge of the sword. He used to hide it. Now he stares at Luo Wenbo
The atmosphere suddenly became delicate.
But they didn't wait for uncle hai to do anything else. All they heard was a whew in their ears. It seemed that something was flying in front of them.
Then the European vase on the tea table cracked like a spider web, accompanied by the movement of PA.
And the culprit or
Lin Youlin's eyes are wide open. Is it a chopstick?
"Mute uncle, change a pair for me."
Lin Hanxing's cold voice rang out immediately, and the chopsticks in his hand were originally a pair of chopsticks. I don't know when they became a single one.
So, just now she was using chopsticks
You broke the vase?
Even if others don't see clearly, uncle Hai, the practitioner, can see clearly.
This girl is obviously useless
If you are really cruel, the seemingly wooden chopsticks can definitely penetrate the person's throat.
Luo Wenbo returns to taste, a pair of eyes fiercely stare to Lin Hanxing direction.
But Lin Hanxing takes the chopsticks again from dumb uncle. Leng Rui's eyes suddenly sweep to Luo Wenbo.
The two eyes looked at each other for a moment, forcing Luo Wenbo's scalp numb.
Lin Hanxing took back his sight and sneered from his heart.
A breakfast is eaten in different minds.
Lin Hanxing went upstairs again. When he came down again, his clothes had been changed into black.
The high waist Retro Black Hepburn dress is dignified and elegant. The neck is decorated with a white pearl necklace. The original long hair is rolled up behind the ears, and the head is still wearing an English mesh black hat. The feet are wearing the same color bandage high heels, and slowly walk down the stairs.
Every step is like stepping on the heart.
"You can go." Lin Hanxing and dumb uncle look at each other, the voice is calm to almost indifference.
That pair of eyes that seem to have been soaked in the cold pool show their sense through the British black screen.
Until Lin Hanxing left, Luo Ruyin couldn't help hissing toward the place where her back disappeared.
"Bitch!"
The voice just fell, but suddenly there was a sharp chill behind it.
Looking up, dumb uncle just looked at her, eyes like looking at a dead man.
Sipping her mouth, Luo Ruyin hummed coldly and turned to go upstairs!
………………
The car drove smoothly towards the cemetery in the eastern suburb.
During this period, uncle Hai often looks at Lin Hanxing in the back seat through the rearview mirror.
But apart from calmness, he could not receive any fluctuation in her mood.
There are elegant flowers in the car.
Lin Hanxing has a bunch of white roses on hand.Flower language is the memory of death.
The road up the mountain is tortuous and winding. Although it doesn't rain today, it's gray and depressing.
On both sides of the road are towering green plants, which seem to enter the clouds.
The higher you go, the fresher the air is and the colder the temperature is.
Soon, the eastern suburb cemetery arrived.
Today's eastern suburb cemetery is surrounded by a group of men in black suits, showing a completely closed state.
Almost when the car stopped, Lin Hanxing saw the familiar black Bugatti.
As soon as Uncle Hai stopped, Lei Xiao got out of the car.
The dark black suit and the atmosphere of the cemetery behind him seem to blend together, cold and serious. The black ink covers his deep eyes, but the strong indifference between his eyebrows makes people unable to avoid.
She didn't expect him to come.
"Come here." Thunder owl reached out to her.
Slender fingers with the power to reverse the sky, like the master, others can not shake.
Lin Hanxing smiles and walks towards him with two deep pear vortices on his cheek.
Put your hands in his big hands.
Her cool hands were held by her powerful fingers, and the eyes behind the sunglasses became soft.
"Uncle yuan has just taken the medicine. I don't pay attention to it."
"I'm fine."
With a thick but husky voice, yuan Shaojing's cold and resolute face appeared in everyone's eyes.
Still on his black crutch.
But the spirit is obviously poor. I didn't sleep all night.
Even the hair looks white on the wall, the lines at the corners of the eyes are deeper and deeper, and the whole person is much older.
"Come with me."
Lin Hanxing takes a deep look at yuan Shaojing and sees that he refuses uncle Hai's help and takes back his sight indifferently.
They walked slowly towards the ninety-nine steps in front of them.
At that time, the eastern suburb cemetery invited the geomantic masters from Hong Kong to build this geomantic treasure land. The ninety-nine steps implied that the spirits of the dead had ascended to the paradise early and did not love the world. The steps were continuous and the tombstones were scattered on both sides of the steps.
Leixiao took Lin Hanxing's hand, breathing steadily, without any disorder.
But yuan Shaojing soon sweat on his forehead, disordered breathing, like bellows, wheezing, it sounds uncomfortable.
But soon, Lin Hanxing's figure turned to the left. After a few steps, he stopped in front of a tombstone.
"Here we are, Mr. Yuan."
The next day. The door of Lin Hanxing's room was knocked at dawn. When she opened the door lazily in her silk pajamas, the maid was stunned. It turned out that Lin Youlin, who had not slept well all night, was afraid that she would delay her business. As soon as she wanted to ask her servant to wake Lin Hanxing up, uncle Hai, yuan Shaojing's confidant, had arrived and was waiting downstairs. After hearing this, Lin Hanxing only said that he knew that he had changed his clothes and went downstairs. The hall was full of early risers, even Luo Ruyin, whose face was slightly swollen. Different colors, this should be breakfast time, but no one has that mind. But Uncle dumb has already prepared Lin Hanxing's breakfast. "Miss Lin, I'll pick you up." Uncle Hai changed his style when he first came here. He was respectful and polite. "Wait until I have breakfast." Lin Hanxing looked up at him, then made a cold voice. I'm still in the mood for breakfast! Luo Ruyin rolled her eyes, waiting for uncle hai to get angry. After all, last time he was in the hospital, he made himself suffer a lot! Others, more or less, have this in mind. But unexpectedly, uncle Hai not only didn't have half an objection, but also took the initiative to stand aside to facilitate Lin Hanxing's meal. Dumb uncle came out with breakfast. The scallion cake just made is golden on both sides. Cut into the shape of convenient chopsticks by a sharp knife, it's crisp outside and tender inside. Even the crispy oil skin has a strong aroma. Sliced lettuce is thinner than toothpick, Jasper green, decorated with red pepper, fresh and refreshing. The most expensive is pumpkin soup. The pumpkin is boiled into mud, with fresh cream, soup and pepper as the base material. The sweet smell can be smelled by the Lin family sitting in the hall. They can only vaguely hear the sound of gurgling, but everyone pretends not to hear it. Lin Hanxing quietly picked up chopsticks, no matter what other members of the Lin family had in mind. "Cousin, you look down on our Lin family and have a cook for yourself?" Suddenly, Luo Wenbo's voice broke the silence of the room. Luo Wen Su frowned. The elder brother's temperament seems to be more and more impatient these two days. When he was young, uncle Hai walked on the edge of the sword. He used to hide it. Now he stares at Luo Wenbo The atmosphere suddenly became delicate. But they didn't wait for uncle hai to do anything else. All they heard was a whew in their ears. It seemed that something was flying in front of them. Then the European vase on the tea table cracked like a spider web, accompanied by the movement of PA. And the culprit or Lin Youlin's eyes are wide open. Is it a chopstick? "Mute uncle, change a pair for me." Lin Hanxing's cold voice rang out immediately, and the chopsticks in his hand were originally a pair of chopsticks. I don't know when they became a single one. So, just now she was using chopsticks You broke the vase? Even if others don't see clearly, uncle Hai, the practitioner, can see clearly. This girl is obviously useless If you are really cruel, the seemingly wooden chopsticks can definitely penetrate the person's throat. Luo Wenbo returns to taste, a pair of eyes fiercely stare to Lin Hanxing direction. But Lin Hanxing takes the chopsticks again from dumb uncle. Leng Rui's eyes suddenly sweep to Luo Wenbo. The two eyes looked at each other for a moment, forcing Luo Wenbo's scalp numb. Lin Hanxing took back his sight and sneered from his heart. A breakfast is eaten in different minds. Lin Hanxing went upstairs again. When he came down again, his clothes had been changed into black. The high waist Retro Black Hepburn dress is dignified and elegant. The neck is decorated with a white pearl necklace. The original long hair is rolled up behind the ears, and the head is still wearing an English mesh black hat. The feet are wearing the same color bandage high heels, and slowly walk down the stairs. Every step is like stepping on the heart. "You can go." Lin Hanxing and dumb uncle look at each other, the voice is calm to almost indifference. That pair of eyes that seem to have been soaked in the cold pool show their sense through the British black screen. Until Lin Hanxing left, Luo Ruyin couldn't help hissing toward the place where her back disappeared. "Bitch!" The voice just fell, but suddenly there was a sharp chill behind it. Looking up, dumb uncle just looked at her, eyes like looking at a dead man. Sipping her mouth, Luo Ruyin hummed coldly and turned to go upstairs! The car drove smoothly towards the cemetery in the eastern suburb. During this period, uncle Hai often looks at Lin Hanxing in the back seat through the rearview mirror. But apart from calmness, he could not receive any fluctuation in her mood. There are elegant flowers in the car. Lin Hanxing has a bunch of white roses on hand.Flower language is the memory of death. The road up the mountain is tortuous and winding. Although it doesn't rain today, it's gray and depressing. On both sides of the road are towering green plants, which seem to enter the clouds. The higher you go, the fresher the air is and the colder the temperature is. Soon, the eastern suburb cemetery arrived. Today's eastern suburb cemetery is surrounded by a group of men in black suits, showing a completely closed state. Almost when the car stopped, Lin Hanxing saw the familiar black Bugatti. As soon as Uncle Hai stopped, Lei Xiao got out of the car. The dark black suit and the atmosphere of the cemetery behind him seem to blend together, cold and serious. The black ink covers his deep eyes, but the strong indifference between his eyebrows makes people unable to avoid. She didn't expect him to come. "Come here." Thunder owl reached out to her. Slender fingers with the power to reverse the sky, like the master, others can not shake. Lin Hanxing smiles and walks towards him with two deep pear vortices on his cheek. Put your hands in his big hands. Her cool hands were held by her powerful fingers, and the eyes behind the sunglasses became soft. "Uncle yuan has just taken the medicine. I don't pay attention to it." "I'm fine." With a thick but husky voice, yuan Shaojing's cold and resolute face appeared in everyone's eyes. Still on his black crutch. But the spirit is obviously poor. I didn't sleep all night. Even the hair looks white on the wall, the lines at the corners of the eyes are deeper and deeper, and the whole person is much older. "Come with me." Lin Hanxing takes a deep look at yuan Shaojing and sees that he refuses uncle Hai's help and takes back his sight indifferently. They walked slowly towards the ninety-nine steps in front of them. At that time, the eastern suburb cemetery invited the geomantic masters from Hong Kong to build this geomantic treasure land. The ninety-nine steps implied that the spirits of the dead had ascended to the paradise early and did not love the world. The steps were continuous and the tombstones were scattered on both sides of the steps. Leixiao took Lin Hanxing's hand, breathing steadily, without any disorder. But yuan Shaojing soon sweat on his forehead, disordered breathing, like bellows, wheezing, it sounds uncomfortable. But soon, Lin Hanxing's figure turned to the left. After a few steps, he stopped in front of a tombstone. "Here we are, Mr. Yuan."
