"Mr. Yan, that's enough!" Masao Mitsui shouted in a low voice.

Even if Mitsui is handsome and damned, after all, he is also his biological son, and seeing his son being destroyed like this by a woman, the expression on Mitsui Masao's face is not good.

"Okay, give you a face." Yan Murong pursed his lips and said to Dong Wuyan. "Come, my dear, come back, he's crippled enough, let him die in peace."

Dong Wuyan was very obedient, glanced coldly at Mitsui Yingjun, who was rolling on the ground, sat back on the sofa, and lowered his head without saying a word.

"Kill me, kill me—"

The huge pain made Mitsui Hidetoshi unable to pass out even if he wanted to, so he could only scream, hoping that someone would stand up and give him a knife and let him end this pain.

"Mr. Yan, do me another favor, okay?" Mitsui Masao looked at Yan Murong with a begging flavor in his tone.

"Yes." Yan Murong nodded. "It's free this time."

"Thank you." Masao Mitsui thanked him in a low voice. "Let him go quietly, and stop suffering from this."

"Good!" Yan Murong nodded seriously, and after giving the little snake sitting on the side a look, the little snake took out a brown pill from his pocket and handed it to Yan Murong.

Taking the pill, Yan Murong walked to Mitsui Yingjun's side, squatted down, grabbed Mitsui Yingjun who was rolling on the ground, pinched his mouth with one hand, and stuffed the brown pill into his mouth with the other.

"What is born is not great, and what is dead is expensive." Yan Murong patted Mitsui's handsome shoulder and said softly. "With such an expensive medicine for you, you are not wronged."

The effects of the medicine began to kick in, and Mitsui Hidetoshi, who had been in pain just a moment ago, quickly quieted down, and the painful look on his face disappeared, replaced by a faint smile, as if he had seen something that made him happy - until his breathing stopped, the smile on his face never disappeared.

Looking at Mitsui's handsomeness with no longer rising and falling, but still with a smile on his face, Yan Murong sighed in his heart.

And at the moment when Mitsui Youngjun stopped breathing, Mitsui Masao burst into tears.

In any case, Mitsui Hidetoshi is his own son, and it is impossible not to be sad or sad - but he knows his son's character very well. If he doesn't die, sooner or later, the Mitsui family will be buried with him.

"Junming!"

Mitsui Masao turned his head away, couldn't bear to look at Mitsui's handsome smiling face anymore, and said with a trembling voice. "Let's bury your brother."

"I will." Toshiaki Mitsui nodded slightly, looked at Mitsui's handsome corpse and sighed, and then stopped talking-

"Do you suddenly feel empty in your heart?" Yan Murong looked at Dong Wuyan and asked.

Coming out of Mitsui's house, the three of them did not drive, but walked along the side of the road and chatted at the same time.

"I don't know." Dong Wuyan shook his head. "It's just that I suddenly realized that I don't know what to do anymore - before, I lived on hatred, and in the future, what will I do?"

"From now on you live by love."

Looking at Dong Wuyan's helpless expression, Yan Murong's little heart couldn't help but tremble, put his arm around Dong Wuyan's shoulder, and said. "You see, that guy is your enemy - you should be happy that the enemy is dead, even if you don't let off two firecrackers to celebrate, you should laugh happily."

"But, I feel weird—"

“――”

Yan Murong didn't know how to comfort her for a while, so she could only choose to be silent.

He understood Dong Wuyan's mood at this time.

An emotional expert said that women are emotional most of the time, even if they are rational women, the emotional factor in their bones is still much higher than the rational factor.

After hating for so many years, Dong Wuyan chose to face hatred rationally, but when her enemy died with a smile in front of her, she couldn't help but mourn for him emotionally.

"Remember what I said to you in the park?" Dong Wuyan said suddenly.

"What?" Yan Murong was stunned for a moment, and didn't react to Dong Wuyan's meaning for a while.

"I said, you help me avenge, and I will be your woman." Dong Wuyan raised his head and looked at Yan Murong with a serious expression.

"You're already my woman." Yan Murong said with a smile.

"It's really fleshy—"

The little snake couldn't help but complain on the side, waved his hand, and said. "If you two want to go back to the hotel, on the bed or on the floor, whatever you want to toss - it's almost dawn, if you're not sleepy, I'm sleepy, do you want to keep pressing the road here?"

"Is this called Lang Man, do you understand?" Yan Murong was furious. "Don't you think it's a pleasure to walk along a quiet street with the moonlight and watch the sun rise?"

"Lang, no, I don't know." The little snake pursed his lips. "It's slow anyway—it's twenty-seven kilometers in a straight line from your hotel, and it's thirty-three kilometers away from your hotel, so how long do you think it will take you to walk back at your current pace?"

“――”

Yan Murong was speechless, indeed, if you have to walk back, I'm afraid you will be able to catch up for lunch-

"Mr. Mitsui Hidetoshi of the Mitsui family died of a heart attack at 3:43 a.m. last night—"

"Masao Mitsui, chairman of the Mitsui Foundation, issued a statement that he will abdicate on the first of next month, and at the same time, the new head of the Mitsui family, the chairman of the Mitsui Foundation, will be succeeded by Toshiaki Mitsui."

With the broadcast of these two news, the whole island nation was in an uproar - how could it be so coincidental? Mitsui died before he was handsome, and the Mitsui family changed to a new owner, and some of the things hidden in it made many people speculate.

"Brother Zheng, this kid is really ruthless."

Li Yunxi turned off the TV, threw the remote control on the sofa casually, looked at Zheng Wuming and sighed, and said. "I'm only now realizing that we all underestimated him."

"yes, we all underestimated him." Zheng Wuming's face was expressionless, and his two eyes also drifted to the ceiling, and he said softly. "Or rather, we've been overestimating ourselves."

"What now?" Li Yunxi asked.

"What should I do?" Zheng Wuming came back to his senses and shook his head with a chuckle. "I can't help it -- I've been fighting him for so long, and whenever I feel like I'm reading his mind, he's always doing something surprising, and he is, and he still is."

"I have a solution." Li Yunxi was silent for a while, and then spoke.

"What's the solution?" Zheng Wuming asked slowly.

"Cut off his way." Li Yunxi smiled slightly and said. "Brother Zheng, if you were to compare yourself with Su Qingwu and Yan Minghua, who do you think is stronger?"

"Who's stronger?" Zheng Wuming muttered to himself, and soon, a confident smile appeared on his face. "Let's go, let's go home."

PS: At the beginning of the outbreak of the eighth watch, you can send something if you have anything, and you can do it without flowers.