Therefore, she has to find a new target for herself to hate in order to support herself to live.

Huo Huaiying's only son, Huo Jun, who looks like his father, has become her best target.

Huo Jun's expression was calm, and he couldn't see a trace of anger, as if it wasn't a big deal for the woman in front of him to poison his father and poison him.

"My father killed your lover by mistake, and you seek revenge on him."

"The father pays the debt to the son, and you seek revenge from me."

Huo Jun said slowly: "So, where did Madam provoke you?" Do you want to do it too? ”

After Mrs. Six finished telling the story, the whole person seemed to let go of something.

When she heard this, she actually laughed: "The young lady is a good person, but she is your wife." ”

She suddenly giggled: "How can I allow Huo Huaiying's bloodline to stay in this world? If you marry a wife, and she gives birth to a child, I will have another enemy. ”

Something suddenly flashed in Huo Jun's mind, and he grabbed it very quickly: "My wife, it's also your handiwork?" ”

Mrs. Six said gently: "They are all good daughters, what are you doing when you marry into this dirty place?" ”

Huo Jun said coldly: "So you are going to kill them." ”

He stood up, stared at her condescendingly, and said word by word: "Lige, over the years, what you have done is to take revenge or satisfy your own selfish desires, you know for yourself, Ben Shuai is not interested in knowing this." ”

He turned his gaze in a certain direction: "Huo Xianxian, you can talk to your mother." ”

Mrs. Six's body shook.

She hurriedly turned her head and saw her daughter standing under the vine trellis, with tears streaming down her face.

"Immortal ......," she shouted in a panic.

Huo Jun strode away, leaving the place to the mother and son.

Say their final goodbyes.

Mrs. Six has done such things, one by one, and it is categorically impossible for her to survive anymore.

Huo Jun seemed to be pressing something in his heart.

He walked briskly to his yard.

Before Ah Zhao woke up, Huo Jun stood by the bed, staring at her quietly, and suddenly felt a wave of fear in his heart.

OK.

OK.

She didn't live and die like the women in front of her, the two didn't even have a chance to meet, they didn't even have a chance to meet, they lived and died.

Huo Jun never thought of himself as a kind person.

So he has no extra psychological burden on the "fiancées" in front of him, except for a flash of pity in his heart and some compensation for their families.

But Ah Zhao is different.

Just think that if she was unlucky, like those girls, she would die quietly before anyone could detect the conspiracy of the sixth wife.

Just thinking about this possibility made him feel as if he was going to suffocate.

Huo Dashuai, who has always been obsessed with official duties, rarely "fainted" once, he took off his coat and jacket, followed him to bed, and hugged the sleeping person on the bed into his arms.

- Only in this way can he really feel that this person is still alive and is being owned by himself.

That's nice.

He bowed his head, cherished a kiss on her forehead, and slept with his eyes closed.

Ah Zhao got a message in the evening.

Mrs. Six is gone.

Why not, she can guess some of them.

In the entire Marshal's Mansion, the atmosphere seemed to suddenly become solemn.

She was pressed on the bed by Huo Jun and ordered to take good care of herself.

After more than ten days, when Ah Zhao was finally allowed to go out, Huo Xianxian came to say goodbye to her.

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4 more.

There is a drop of more at night.

Ask for a ticket~