Chapter 823: : No gift
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Forever Worthy of Your Love
- 蓝莓爱芝士
- 711 characters
- 2021-01-30 06:26:51
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"Hua Sheng's child..."
Xie Yun couldn't tell what he felt, but he didn't believe that he could make his son better with his thoughts.
So many doctors said that Xie Dongyang was dying, but Huasheng came, and it was magical in an hour.
Xie Yun does not believe that there are so many coincidences in this world...
But some words are not convenient to say too much now.
On the way back, Huasheng connected to the Bluetooth in the car and talked with the wind.
Feng Xi: Hello, Master Hua Tian, what instructions?
Hua Sheng: Don't make trouble, what happened to your affairs?
Feng Xi: It's finished, just wait for me to pay the final payment.
Hua Sheng: Your fortune is really... breaking the table.
Feng Xi: Is that right? Wait for me to go back and wait for you to eat a big meal.
Hua Sheng: Well, yes, I came to the hospital today, Xie Dongyang was entangled in Liang Xiaoxiao's soul, and he died for a lifetime.
Later, Hua Sheng briefly described this matter, but the wind was calm and no fuss.
Feng Xi: Let me just say, people can't be too kind. If Xie Dongyang had the same temper as before, no matter what the business is, it doesn't matter... now it's just as good as a philanthropist, kindly helping others collect corpses and getting entangled, If you don't go, most of them will die.
Hua Sheng: But he didn't deserve his life. Does this matter matter to Pluto? This belongs to wrongdoing.
Feng Xi: Do you think Pluto is just like us? People are so busy every day, where can they manage such trivial matters, at most, after the ghost messenger caught Liang Xiaoxiao, go and interrogate it carefully, what to do and how to deal with it, but if Xie Dongyang is dead, he will not return to the sun Yes, this can only be recognized, bad luck.
Hua Sheng frowned slightly: This is not reasonable, and should not be the case.
Feng Xi: Haha, then wait for the day you die old, you go to the underworld to go to theory with that guy?
Hua Sheng kept silent.
At this moment
Bairan could not smile, looking at the black face of Pluto.
"My mother, this little girl is dying of me. Not only does she not have a sense of crisis, but she is also worried about your scope of work."
"She is...like to kill herself too long." Pluto also froze.
Hua Sheng expressed profoundly that he didn't care about the underworld system. This is the face of Lord Pluto, and he was beaten, and he was also met by the white dye, which was almost a face.
But he doesn't plan to worry about that girl for the time being. When the time comes, will the old and new accounts be calculated together?
On the other side, the birthday of Gao He, Aries, arrived, but he didn't tell Ginkgo.
This year's birthday was not with them, the reason is very simple, Qin Wanyu is not local.
In the cold war, Wang Junxian and Hua Zhi were not very good in tone. Jiang Liu was busy taking off, after 9 o'clock every day after get off work.
So Gao He took her girlfriend wisely and asked another group of rich second generation to have a big party.
Ginkgo didn’t know it was Gao He’s birthday, so he didn’t prepare in advance.
So it was awkward that day, because those who came to the party all brought gifts, both men and women, and shot very local.
There are even people who send cars to the house, which makes Ginkgo feel so good.
"Eh? Gao Shao, what did your girlfriend give us? We are very curious."
A rich kid holding a cigar in his hand, embracing his little girlfriend in a grandiose manner, with a smug look.
"She is her own, no need to send." Gao He protects Ginkgo.
"That sister-in-law must have prepared a gift herself? Hey... We really want to know." Many people coaxed.
Ginkgo was a little bit uncomfortable, took a deep breath, and replied loudly, "No, no gift, I didn't prepare."
Suddenly, the audience was silent...
Ginkgo suddenly wanted to run, and did not want to experience such an occasion anymore. The lady said yes, the love between the rich and the poor is destined to be difficult.