Chapter 669
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In the bedroom.
Since the day of Luo Mingwei's burial, Lin Hanxing hasn't come back.
Sit in front of the dressing mirror and take off the jewelry.
In the mirror reflection, Lin Hanxing's delicate face looks white and transparent. Compared with the Lei family, he seems to be wearing a layer of frost mask.
"Miss nine, the suit Shen shu'er is wearing is yours!"
As the most intimate housekeeper of nine girls, Jiang Xibao will never admit his mistake.
Lin Hanxing smiles indifferently, like Gardenia in full bloom under the moonlight.
The viewer's heart could not help trembling.
She got up, put Jiang Xibao on the table, overturned the box of gold bars, and let pieces of gold lie on the white European tea table.
Knock, knock.
There was a knock just outside the door.
Lin Hanxing's eyes indicate that Xibao doesn't need to clean up.
It's Lin Jiaojiao. Lin Hanxing should call her a cousin.
"Sister, mom asked me to send you some fruit."
He said with a shy smile.
Lin Hanxing looked at her. Since she came back to Lin's house, she didn't really get in touch with her cousin.
After all, compared with Luo Ruyin, Lin Jiaojiao is more like a background decoration.
It's cruel to say that.
"Put it there."
Lin Hanxing's voice doesn't sound warm.
But Lin Jiaojiao didn't seem to understand. She put the cut fruit on the tea table and glanced at the gold bar on the table.
Lin Hanxing didn't let Jiang Xibao clean up, the gold bar still maintained the state of overturning and scattering.
It gives people a sense of luxury.
"Cousin, here is your gold bar!"
Lin Jiaojiao looks at Jiang Xibao, and the meaning of her words is self-evident.
Originally, I wanted to help her put the gold bar back into the box, but when I looked at Lin Hanxing who seemed to know all her little thoughts, I couldn't help but feel stiff.
That kind of feeling, Lin Jiaojiao can't say.
It was like a basin of cold water pouring down from the beginning, which made her a little at a loss.
"I think my cousin misunderstood me."
Lin Jiaojiao smiles.
"Xibao, go to find uncle yam and get some cakes."
Jiang Xibao said, turned and left.
Lin Hanxing is sitting on the sofa with those gold bars, like playing with toys.
"What misunderstanding can I have about you?"
Lin Hanxing asked Lin Jiaojiao.
"My cousin was downstairs just now. I just want to bring you a glass of water. I don't mean anything else."
Lin Jiaojiao timidly opened her mouth, like a delicate little white lotus.
"I just want to thank you for the water. I don't mean anything else."
Lin Hanxing quickly used those gold bars to pile up a small pyramid without any fluctuation in his voice.
Lin Jiaojiao bit her lower lip and sat down beside Lin Hanxing.
"Cousin, you said before that what my mother asked would not come to fruition in three years. What do you mean?"
What you ask for will not come to fruition in three years.
That's what Lin Hanxing said when he just came back.
But Lin Jiaojiao has been thinking about it until now.
With a crash, Lin Hanxing's small pyramid was pushed down by her.
That voice surprised Lin Jiaojiao.
Then, when he was looking at the cold eyes of Shanglin Hanxing, he was inexplicably guilty.
"Over the years, my aunt has always wanted to give birth to another boy for my uncle and inherit the family business."
Lin Hanxing leaned lazily against the pillow of the sofa with a cold look.
"Seven years ago, she had a chance, but..."
Lin Hanxing and Lin Jiaojiao look at each other, and the cool voice makes Lin Jiaojiao's eyes twinkle.
"My aunt slipped and fell down the stairs in an accident, but the child didn't keep it."
When Lin Hanxing speaks, his voice doesn't fluctuate at all. It's like talking about people who have nothing to do with him.
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In the bedroom.
Since the day of Luo Mingwei's burial, Lin Hanxing hasn't come back.
Sit in front of the dressing mirror and take off the jewelry.
In the mirror reflection, Lin Hanxing's delicate face looks white and transparent. Compared with the Lei family, he seems to be wearing a layer of frost mask.
"Miss nine, the suit Shen shu'er is wearing is yours!"
As the most intimate housekeeper of nine girls, Jiang Xibao will never admit his mistake.
Lin Hanxing smiles indifferently, like Gardenia in full bloom under the moonlight.
The viewer's heart could not help trembling.
She got up, put Jiang Xibao on the table, overturned the box of gold bars, and let pieces of gold lie on the white European tea table.
Knock, knock.
There was a knock just outside the door.
Lin Hanxing's eyes indicate that Xibao doesn't need to clean up.
It's Lin Jiaojiao. Lin Hanxing should call her a cousin.
"Sister, mom asked me to send you some fruit."
He said with a shy smile.
Lin Hanxing looked at her. Since she came back to Lin's house, she didn't really get in touch with her cousin.
After all, compared with Luo Ruyin, Lin Jiaojiao is more like a background decoration.
It's cruel to say that.
"Put it there."
Lin Hanxing's voice doesn't sound warm.
But Lin Jiaojiao didn't seem to understand. She put the cut fruit on the tea table and glanced at the gold bar on the table.
Lin Hanxing didn't let Jiang Xibao clean up, the gold bar still maintained the state of overturning and scattering.
It gives people a sense of luxury.
"Cousin, here is your gold bar!"
Lin Jiaojiao looks at Jiang Xibao, and the meaning of her words is self-evident.
Originally, I wanted to help her put the gold bar back into the box, but when I looked at Lin Hanxing who seemed to know all her little thoughts, I couldn't help but feel stiff.
That kind of feeling, Lin Jiaojiao can't say.
It was like a basin of cold water pouring down from the beginning, which made her a little at a loss.
"I think my cousin misunderstood me."
Lin Jiaojiao smiles.
"Xibao, go to find uncle yam and get some cakes."
Jiang Xibao said, turned and left.
Lin Hanxing is sitting on the sofa with those gold bars, like playing with toys.
"What misunderstanding can I have about you?"
Lin Hanxing asked Lin Jiaojiao.
"My cousin was downstairs just now. I just want to bring you a glass of water. I don't mean anything else."
Lin Jiaojiao timidly opened her mouth, like a delicate little white lotus.
"I just want to thank you for the water. I don't mean anything else."
Lin Hanxing quickly used those gold bars to pile up a small pyramid without any fluctuation in his voice.
Lin Jiaojiao bit her lower lip and sat down beside Lin Hanxing.
"Cousin, you said before that what my mother asked would not come to fruition in three years. What do you mean?"
What you ask for will not come to fruition in three years.
That's what Lin Hanxing said when he just came back.
But Lin Jiaojiao has been thinking about it until now.
With a crash, Lin Hanxing's small pyramid was pushed down by her.
That voice surprised Lin Jiaojiao.
Then, when he was looking at the cold eyes of Shanglin Hanxing, he was inexplicably guilty.
"Over the years, my aunt has always wanted to give birth to another boy for my uncle and inherit the family business."
Lin Hanxing leaned lazily against the pillow of the sofa with a cold look.
"Seven years ago, she had a chance, but..."
Lin Hanxing and Lin Jiaojiao look at each other, and the cool voice makes Lin Jiaojiao's eyes twinkle.
"My aunt slipped and fell down the stairs in an accident, but the child didn't keep it."
When Lin Hanxing speaks, his voice doesn't fluctuate at all. It's like talking about people who have nothing to do with him.
In the bedroom. Since the day of Luo Mingwei's burial, Lin Hanxing hasn't come back. Sit in front of the dressing mirror and take off the jewelry. In the mirror reflection, Lin Hanxing's delicate face looks white and transparent. Compared with the Lei family, he seems to be wearing a layer of frost mask. "Miss nine, the suit Shen shu'er is wearing is yours!" As the most intimate housekeeper of nine girls, Jiang Xibao will never admit his mistake. Lin Hanxing smiles indifferently, like Gardenia in full bloom under the moonlight. The viewer's heart could not help trembling. She got up, put Jiang Xibao on the table, overturned the box of gold bars, and let pieces of gold lie on the white European tea table. Knock, knock. There was a knock just outside the door. Lin Hanxing's eyes indicate that Xibao doesn't need to clean up. It's Lin Jiaojiao. Lin Hanxing should call her a cousin. "Sister, mom asked me to send you some fruit." He said with a shy smile. Lin Hanxing looked at her. Since she came back to Lin's house, she didn't really get in touch with her cousin. After all, compared with Luo Ruyin, Lin Jiaojiao is more like a background decoration. It's cruel to say that. "Put it there." Lin Hanxing's voice doesn't sound warm. But Lin Jiaojiao didn't seem to understand. She put the cut fruit on the tea table and glanced at the gold bar on the table. Lin Hanxing didn't let Jiang Xibao clean up, the gold bar still maintained the state of overturning and scattering. It gives people a sense of luxury. "Cousin, here is your gold bar!" Lin Jiaojiao looks at Jiang Xibao, and the meaning of her words is self-evident. Originally, I wanted to help her put the gold bar back into the box, but when I looked at Lin Hanxing who seemed to know all her little thoughts, I couldn't help but feel stiff. That kind of feeling, Lin Jiaojiao can't say. It was like a basin of cold water pouring down from the beginning, which made her a little at a loss. "I think my cousin misunderstood me." Lin Jiaojiao smiles. "Xibao, go to find uncle yam and get some cakes." Jiang Xibao said, turned and left. Lin Hanxing is sitting on the sofa with those gold bars, like playing with toys. "What misunderstanding can I have about you?" Lin Hanxing asked Lin Jiaojiao. "My cousin was downstairs just now. I just want to bring you a glass of water. I don't mean anything else." Lin Jiaojiao timidly opened her mouth, like a delicate little white lotus. "I just want to thank you for the water. I don't mean anything else." Lin Hanxing quickly used those gold bars to pile up a small pyramid without any fluctuation in his voice. Lin Jiaojiao bit her lower lip and sat down beside Lin Hanxing. "Cousin, you said before that what my mother asked would not come to fruition in three years. What do you mean?" What you ask for will not come to fruition in three years. That's what Lin Hanxing said when he just came back. But Lin Jiaojiao has been thinking about it until now. With a crash, Lin Hanxing's small pyramid was pushed down by her. That voice surprised Lin Jiaojiao. Then, when he was looking at the cold eyes of Shanglin Hanxing, he was inexplicably guilty. "Over the years, my aunt has always wanted to give birth to another boy for my uncle and inherit the family business." Lin Hanxing leaned lazily against the pillow of the sofa with a cold look. "Seven years ago, she had a chance, but..." Lin Hanxing and Lin Jiaojiao look at each other, and the cool voice makes Lin Jiaojiao's eyes twinkle. "My aunt slipped and fell down the stairs in an accident, but the child didn't keep it." When Lin Hanxing speaks, his voice doesn't fluctuate at all. It's like talking about people who have nothing to do with him.
