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Hua Ting made herself a cup of tea, her clean fingers pressed on the teapot, the clear water column echoed in the cup, the water in the body of the pot swayed little by little, and the hot steam overflowed from the mouth of the cup. She finished a series of actions unhurriedly, looked at the color of the water in the cup, and then picked up the handkerchief on the side, wiped her hands, and said to Chen Shu: "Gang Master Chen, let's not bargain, I will still say that and repay with my life." ”

Chen Shu's throat moved slightly, but he didn't speak.

Bai Qihong turned the wrench on his thumb a few more times, his fingers rotated slowly, and the smile on the corner of his mouth seemed to affirm Hua Ting...... This daughter is really more and more like him.

Chen Shu looked cold-eyed and cold-faced, and was casually playing with the matches on the table, and then raised his eyelids to look at her, and said, "How many lives does Miss Bai want?" ”

Hua raised her eyebrows at him happily and said, "What do you say?" ”

Chen Shu's fingers moved, and his heart was like ice slag falling little by little.

The tea in the cup was added again, and Hua Ting squinted and counted the perpetrators standing behind him, his voice was cold and crisp, "No more, no less, exactly 5." ”

Chen Shu twisted his eyebrows, and the man in black behind him obviously couldn't hold his breath: "Boss, don't talk nonsense with them, the brothers are waiting for your instructions." ”

Hua Ting sighed lowly, closed the teacup, and gently put it on the table, looking at Chen Shu's eyes still without waves, but the corners of his mouth shrank slightly: "An instruction? What do you mean, Gang Leader Chen? She raised her right eyebrow, and her expression had a bit of a radiant description of the past.

"Listening to Miss Bai, this matter is non-negotiable." Chen Shu frowned deeply.

"Yes." Hua Ting let go of the hand that was clenching the handle of the cup, her face was light and breezy, and she changed the position of her crossed legs, and when her toes landed, her heel stepped lightly.

Does she still have love for the man in front of her? Is there any hatred? If you want to say hate, it's not that there is no hate, it's just that this kind of hatred is inadvertently consumed by another kind of love in the process of revenge, and now that ethereal love is almost to the point of being negligible.

"Boss! Don't talk nonsense with this woman! The man in black spoke urgently, and one hand had reached into the holster at his waist, "This woman used to help us burn our ...... with a fake heart."

With a "bang", the man in black was shot in his eyebrows, and a pair of pupils that were filled with contempt dimmed, and his body leaned back against the wooden wall panel behind him without warning.

Chen Shu still sat there quietly, but his eyes flashed.

The muzzle of the revolver in Hua Ting's hand was spitting white smoke outward, her eyelashes drooping, and the horizontal waves in her eyes swayed gently.

"And four," her voice spilled low from her throat, "do you want to come one by one?" ”

Hua Ting looked at him condescendingly.

Chen Shu's pupils were reflecting her idle face, and he couldn't control the thought of the first time he saw her, it was in this private room, it was obviously very dim, but he seemed to see the spring breeze, the bright sun, the brilliant flowers, and the romantic clouds.

After being silent for too long, he finally raised a shallow smile, and there was no warmth in that smile, "Miss Bai, please feel free." ”

The next four gunshots rang out throughout Café Bremen......

Hua Tingtong and Bai Qihong walked down the stairs one after the other, and she tucked the silver revolver in her hand back into her waistband pocket, her shoulders trembling slightly from the belated tension.

"Well done." Bai Qihong, who was walking in front, put on a gray felt hat again, and looked back with a strong sense of appreciation, "This is my daughter!" ”

Hua Ting followed behind him unhurriedly, her eyes burning and sad.

Yes, this is Bai Qihong's daughter!

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The weather in Shanghai at the beginning of spring is so refreshing, the clear blue sky is scattered with catkins-like floating clouds, through the car window you can just see the lively street scene outside, palm-sized baked cakes, full wontons, hawkers piling up happy smiling faces shouting and shouting, even the war, it seems that it has not affected the people in the slightest, even the current affairs news sung by the newsboy, the voice is crisp and unworldly.

Hua Ting suddenly remembered the embarrassing scene of sitting hand in hand with Chen Shu at a wonton stall at the corner of a certain street that day, and there was an illusion that he was separated from the world.

It was a long time ago, right?

Now time is going by, and they are all changing.

Hua Ting leaned on the seat of the car, Erlang put his legs together, and was ready to read today's newspaper comfortably, but the moment the car passed by the ancestral hall of the ancient family, she suddenly remembered the high-stage opera shed in the ancestral hall and the crowd of black pressure, the hot smell of high incense and the singing voice of "babbling ahh

Since the inspector left, she has never come to the ancient ancestral hall to listen to the play.

Hua Ting pushed open the empty mahogany door of the ancient ancestral hall with a pair of plain hands, the door creaked, there was no fine dust, and the yard was bare, and there was nothing. Why did the inspector leave and even the ancestral hall of the ancient family became more and more deserted? She walked inside, beside her was a row of flower guns, and when the sun was good, the actors always had to put their costumes here to dry. In the past, next to the patio is a large and small copper basin, early shàng before dawn, the actors hurried here to wash their faces, the railing of the leg press is still there, why is there no apprentice babbling every morning?

The ancestral hall was very dark, and the portrait of the ancestor was worshiped directly above, a few wisps of sandalwood smoke slowly drilled up from the incense burner, and a thin back was kneeling in the middle of the courtyard, the futon was withdrawn, and the man's legs were directly attached to the cool stone slab through the thin petticoat.

Giving love?

An old man in a green cloth robe was holding a thick snakeskin whip in his hand, but there was a terrifying force in his calm words, "What? Only now do you know that you want to come back? You think this is a place where you can come and go whenever you want? ”

Shi Yinai, who was kneeling on the ground, straightened up, stared at the incense burner on the offering table with blank eyes, and didn't know if he had heard it, the old man sighed, raised his hand, and the snakeskin whip with thick thumb made a bluffing sound in the air, and then threw it on Shi Yinai's back with a snap.

Shi Yinai's body trembled heavily, and the pain was so painful that she almost shrank down, and there was a hot stinging pain in her back, and the strength of the long whip almost passed through her back and pumped into her heart. After the second whip, she had already spasmed instinctively, a bean-sized cold sweat broke out on her forehead, she lowered her head and gritted her teeth, and snorted coldly without shouting.

Hua Ting knew that this old man in a green cloth robe was the owner of the ancient ancestral hall and the leader of this troupe, but what is this Shi Yin Ai and him? Why was he punished for kneeling?

After being whipped three times, Shi Yinai's face turned pale, beads of sweat fell from her forehead into her eyes, and she couldn't open her eyes with soreness, she tried to move her arms to the front, and stood up to push through again.

The sound of the whip in the air suddenly stopped, and Shi Yinai waited for a while, but did not fall again.

She looked back and saw that Jian Yi was standing behind her, her right hand closed, holding the whip in the palm of her hand.

The courtyard of the ancestral hall seemed to be against the light, Jane also stood in the light and shadow, Hua couldn't hear his face clearly, only saw a slender silhouette that seemed to be trimmed with gold, she looked at his hand that took the whip, he held it so lightly and casually, his white and slender fingers held the pitch-black snakeskin whip, and the whip seemed to have become a thing worth appreciating in his beautiful fingers.

Jian Yi seems to have always been such a person, and it seems that he maintains a certain elegance in any movement.

He said: "Master Shi, don't you feel distressed when you punish your daughter like this?" (To be continued.) )

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