Situ Lan said coldly. Roses are the favorite words of the An family. Except for their relatives and the people they care about and approve, no one can receive the roses they send.
My mother gave Zhang Hanyu yellow roses for ten years. Even though my mother's feelings for Zhang Hanyu were not between men and women, they were like family ties and she recognized Zhang Hanyu.
Because of this, my mother will not be on guard at all in front of him!
Zhang Hanyu fell silent, looking at Situ Lan with a little surprise in his eyes, and fell into memories. For the past twelve years, he has been in contact with people from the An family.
Indeed, people in Anjia often send flowers to others, but they are never roses.
"sorry!"
As if he had thought through something, a tear rolled down Zhang Hanyu's cheek.
"I'm sorry? Only a scumbag would say sorry to a woman and a child! Let me ask you one last time, mom, did you hide it?"
Situ Lan looked at Zhang Hanyu coldly. He was not his mother. No matter how Zhang Hanyu treated him, as long as he hurt his mother, not to mention Zhang Hanyu, even his father would fall out!
"I met your mother, but she left in the end!"
Zhang Hanyu tried hard to calm down his mood and looked at Situ Lan intently.
Situ Lan also looked at Zhang Hanyu. From Zhang Hanyu's eyes, he could see that he was not lying. Then my mother is not in Zhang Hanyu's body, so that's good!
But, where is my mother now?
After finding out that his mother was not here, Situ Lan didn't even glance at Zhang Hanyu, turned around and walked outside, leaving as quietly as he came.
Bang!
Gunfire rang out.
Zhang Hanyu's face turned cold and his eyes narrowed coldly.
Some mistakes are only good if you make them once, but never make them a second time!
"ah……"
As the gunfire fell, the screams could be heard endlessly!
Zhang Hanyu hurried over, glanced around and found no trace of Situ Lan, then turned to look at the man screaming on the ground.
The air was filled with a strong smell of blood. The strong smell of blood blocked the faint smell of medicine in the air.
"As expected of An Luoluo's son, his ability to play drugs is not inferior to his mother's at all!"
Zhang Hanyu said in his heart, looking at the person lying on the ground, his eyes were cold and ruthless. Suddenly, his eyes paused and looked straight to one side.
At the junction of light and dark, there are dots of red plum blossoms, and the strong smell of blood cannot block the faint fragrance of roses.
"He's hurt?"
Zhang Hanyu's eyes, which were originally cold and merciless, suddenly seemed to have melted into thousands of years of ice, and a bone-chilling chill poured out from the bright black pupils.
First it was An Luoluo, and now it's Situ Lan.
Zhang Hanyu, Zhang Hanyu, you are so incompetent!
"Young Master!"
Those people looked at Zhang Hanyu and shouted in pain.
Zhang Hanyu glanced at those people indifferently, his eyes were as cold as looking at dead people!
He couldn't go on like this, again and again, and let the people he least wanted to hurt be hurt by the so-called own people in front of him, on his own territory.
"Go and receive your punishment yourself!"
He said something coldly and turned around to leave. He needed to plan carefully. Now, on the surface, he looked great, but on the inside, he was just like a puppet.
