"Brother, do you really want to marry me to the son of the Cai Group?"
As soon as Huo Di Yao returned to the study, a tall red figure rushed in. An Caijia rested her hands on the luxurious and expensive mahogany desk, and stared angrily at the man in front of her with her beautiful eyes.
Huo Di Yao raised his eyes slightly and raised his thin lips slightly, "You know everything?"
An Caijia was extremely nervous inside, but she couldn't show it. She could only continue to pretend to be innocent and obedient and begged: "Brother, I don't want... I just came back to you and I don't want to get married so soon."
She knew this was her trump card. She had used this excuse to reject many marriages arranged by Lord Hoss for her. She had been able to get through before, and she believed this time would be no exception.
Huo Di Yao narrowed his black eyes and looked at her. His low words seemed to contain unquestionable determination, "Cai Jia, you should understand that marriages for people of our status are never under our control. Besides, this marriage is the result of the foster father's marriage."
The An family has sent people to request for the selection several times. Now that you know everything, let’s arrange a time for both parties to meet!"
After saying that, he casually opened the folder on the side and started reviewing it.
An Caijia was shocked. She didn't expect that her marriage was inevitable this time. But she and An Songqi were related by blood, so how could they get married. Besides, the An family now regarded her as a thorn in their side. Once they found out that they were pretending to be
How could Miss Huo not expose herself?
When she thought of this, she became confused. She snatched the folder from Huo Di Yao's hand, and regardless of his sullen face, she spoke eagerly: "Brother, I don't want to marry An Songqi. He is a playboy.
He also has a cruel and violent personality. I will not have a good life if I marry such a man!"
Huo Di Yao's thick eyebrows were raised, his sharp eyes locked the nervous An Caijia in front of him tightly, and his thin lips lightly lifted, "Caijia, you seem to know An Songqi very well!"
An Caijia was startled, and then her red lips curved into a smile, "Ha... I, I heard about it too!"
"Oh, that's it!" A flash of light flashed across Huo Di Yao's eyes, and he suddenly seemed to have thought of something and said unpredictablely: "Speaking of which, you are really destined. You see An Song prays for a safe sex, and you, who are more than ten years old,
My surname has always been An."
A burst of cold sweat broke out on An Caijia's back. As soon as she raised her eyes, she met Huo Di Yao's sharp and wise amber eyes. Those insightful eyes made her heart skip a beat. She continued to laugh twice,
"It's quite a coincidence, but in the days when my surname was An, his and I had completely different destinies. He was a dignified prince, but I was an ordinary citizen!"
"I'm sorry, Caijia. If my brother hadn't let go of your hand, we wouldn't have gotten lost, and you wouldn't have suffered these ten years!" When Huo Di Yao saw the sadness on An Caijia's face,
, but couldn't bear to lower his eyes, his words full of guilt.
To Xinwei, he has always regretted that he did not protect her well that year, which led to her getting lost.
An Caijia looked at the emotion and guilt on his face, and her red lips secretly raised. Her eyes turned red instantly, with crystal tears shining in her eyes, "Brother, don't marry me off. I don't want to get married. I just want to marry you."
I want to spend two more years with my brother!"
"But this is the intention of the adoptive father. This time he is resolute. It seems that he is determined to marry you!" Huo Di Yao's evil eyes half-squinted, and there seemed to be no room for negotiation on this matter in his words.
An Caijia was anxious and immediately said: "Then I will go and ask uncle in person."
"Wait!" Huo Di Yao stood up, grabbed her wrist, and locked her tightly with his sharp eyes, "Why are you so nervous this time? Don't you have an indifferent attitude every time? Are you just like this?
Do you hate An Songqi?"
"I..." An Caijia paused, with a clear look of panic on her face, but in order not to make Huo Di Yao suspicious, she immediately said, "Brother, you know that I hate dandies the most. An Songqi is famous for her flowers.
Entertainment headlines will publish tidbits about him every now and then. I would never marry such a man!"
"Really?" Huo Di Yao's lips raised a strange arc, and he looked at her with eyes that were so deep that it was hard to touch. His thick eyebrows were furrowed, he lowered his eyes and pondered, and slowly said: "Okay, I'll take this matter.
I will try my best to persuade grandpa, don’t worry yet!"
"Okay!" An Caijia nodded, watching Huo Di Yao busily flipping through the documents again, and immediately exited the room wisely.
The moment the door closed, her face became gloomy. She bit her lower lip tightly and clenched her hands tightly, her knuckles turned white.
Sure enough, Huo Di Yao was testing herself with An Songqi. It seemed that he and she were already suspicious of her. This was not a good sign. She had to find a way to get through this.
The moment the door closed, Huo Di Yao, who was buried in a large pile of documents, slowly raised his head. Although his eyes were blocked by his long and slanted forehead, his sharp and slightly cold eyes still penetrated through his hair.
Silk burst out.
Sure enough, his guess was correct. Although he ordered people to investigate An Caijia's information, the response was an almost blank resume, but it was because of this blank that Huo Di Yao became suspicious of her identity.
Six years ago, he had accidentally met the CEO of An's, and he happened to have a chance encounter with An Caijia. He has always had the ability to remember things, and when she first came into his sight, she was already attracted by her.
Recognized.
He was originally not prepared to expose her, after all, what he wanted to do had not been completed yet. But now, knowing her hostility towards Han Nuannuan, he could no longer let her stay in Huo Zhai.
*The next day, when Zang Mufeng appeared again in the hotel suite he arranged for Ou Xiye and Xuan Qijun, he was followed by a man with brown hair and black eyes. He was tall and thin but still tall and strong.
A pair of black eyes exudes wisdom and gentleness.
Zang Mufeng stopped in front of the two of them, stretched out his hand and introduced simply, "This is Dr. Locke."
Ou Xiye raised her deep eyes and stared at him, then stretched out her hand first, "Ou Xiye."
Locke shook his hand back, nodded politely, and then stretched out his hand to Xuan Qijun, who was looking at him with doubts, "Then you must be the president named Xuan - Mr. Xuan Qijun!"
Xuan Qijun nodded, shook his hand and said in surprise, "Hello. I thought you would be an old man, but I didn't expect you to be a young talent!"
Locke's lips raised slightly and he smiled faintly, "There is nothing wrong with being young. As for whether I am a talent or not, I will let you see my strength before you can judge." After saying that, he put down the medicine box he carried with him and pointed to the sofa not far away, "Please
You two, sit down and let me check it carefully."
Ou Xiye and Xuan Qijun looked at each other, and then sat down next to Locke. Locke put on rubber gloves and took out the needed medical equipment and began to do some routine examinations for the two of them. As the examination progressed,
, the expression on his face became more solemn.
Zang Mufeng on the side has been watching quietly, the worry on his face is obvious.
About twenty minutes later, Locke carefully put the blood samples drawn from the two people's arms into the medicine box and stood up.
"Locke, how's it going? Can their poison be cured?" Zang Mufeng seemed to have a good relationship with Locke. He frowned and asked immediately after he took off his rubber gloves.
Locke glanced at Ou Xiye and Xuan Qijun evasively, but unexpectedly, their attitudes were unusually relaxed, "It doesn't matter, Dr. Locke, just say it!"
Locke nodded and then spoke slowly, "After preliminary inspection, I found that although this poison is not an immediate poison, it will corrode a person's internal organs bit by bit. Once the poison engulfs the organs in the body, it will erode at any time.
It’s going to cost your life.”
Zang Mufeng stared at him closely and asked in a low voice: "Is there any way to detoxify it?"
"I can't give a clear answer yet. I have to wait until their blood samples come out before I can make a decision."
"In other words, we still have to take medicine to alleviate the toxicity?" Xuan Qijun was a little discouraged after hearing this, and his mood hit rock bottom.
"Yes! But..." Locke hesitated whether he should continue speaking, and his too serious expression made Ou Xiye catch a trace of solemnity, and an unknown premonition appeared in his heart, "But what?"
Locke pondered for a moment and continued: "Although you can avoid poisonous effects by taking poison-relieving medicines regularly, I found that the toxins in your body are spreading at a certain speed. In other words, what you are taking is actually a chronic poison, and
The medicine you took only delayed the spread of toxicity to a certain extent!"
This result unexpectedly caught everyone present off guard, and everyone fell silent. There was silence all around, the atmosphere was oppressive and suffocating, and one could even hear breathing clearly.
"Damn it, I knew that old fox wouldn't let us go so easily!" Xuan Qijun clenched his fists tightly, his eyes were red, and a furious whirlwind arose all over his body. He stood up angrily and was about to rush towards the door.
.
"Jun, what are you doing?" Ou Xiye's eyes narrowed and he immediately stopped him.
Xuan Qijun stared at him and raised his chest, "Anyway, he will die. Now I will go find him. Even if he dies, he will be buried with him!"
"Calm down!" Ou Xiye's dark eyes were tight, and his sharp gaze locked him tightly, "Solomon has many traps, and rushing in so impulsively will only give him a chance to threaten you again!"
Xuan Qijun fell silent, and his impulsive mood suddenly calmed down.
Ou Xiye raised his eyes and looked at Locke, "How long can we last if we don't take the potion?" He had already expected this result, but when the truth was nakedly revealed, he still couldn't accept it.
Locke thought for a moment and said, "I think it should not exceed ten days."
Four days…
Ou Xiye and Xuan Qijun were stunned. They had only been injected with the medicine for three days, which meant that if they did not take the next medicine, they would only have seven short days left to live!