Luo Mingxuan raised his head, with a smile in his dark blue eyes, and said, "That's exactly what I meant."
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Early the next morning, when Su Wanqing got up, she found that Tuo had left and there was a half-pot of warm porridge on the table.
He should have lost his job again.
Su Wanqing picked up the bowl, filled it with a bowl, drank some, and ate some side dishes.
She was thinking about Xi Chen. The flight from Italy to Japan would take more than a day at least.
You should be able to see him tomorrow.
Thinking of this, a smile appeared on my face involuntarily.
After breakfast, not long after, there was a knock on the door.
"Who is it?" she asked, but no one answered for a long time.
But the knocking on the door never stopped.
Su Wanqing felt strange, walked to the door and pulled the doorknob.
The black pupils like glass suddenly opened wide.
"Shazhi, we meet again."
That man was like an emperor in the night, looking at her expressionlessly, his eyes like black holes brewing a storm.
Su Wanqing's mind suddenly exploded. He had found him? So fast!
Almost instantly, her eyes turned cold, she drew out the dagger, aimed it at Hoshino Huang's throat, and slashed it with precision.
Hoshino Huang had quick eyes and quick hands. He leaned back and barely managed to avoid it, but the sharp edge still cut through the skin, leaving a faint blood mark.
After dodging the fatal blow, he stretched out his long arm and quickly and accurately grabbed her neck.
Su Wanqing did not give up resistance. She raised her dagger and slashed at his wrist.
Hoshino Huang quickly grabbed her murderous hand and shouted: "That's enough!"
Su Wanqing's eyes flashed with a trace of unwillingness. The restrained right hand was released, and the stream of light fell. Almost instantly, he grabbed it with his left hand, aimed at Hoshino Huang's abdomen and stabbed him hard again.
She hated him and really wanted him to die. During the fight, every move she made was a simple and quick death-killing move.
"If you don't want that child to die, just stab him hard." Huang's voice was cold, without any warmth.
The dagger stopped 0.01 centimeters away from his abdomen.
Su Wanqing gave up her resistance and the dagger fell to the ground with a crisp sound.
Hoshino Huang was surprised by her submission.
Su Wanqing's eyes passed through him and landed on the kidnapped boy behind him.
Tuo, those dark red eyes have been looking at her.
Just like the first time she saw him, he was as stubborn, cold, and unruly as a wild beast.
"Let him go." Su Wanqing's voice was calm.
Huang disagreed and said coldly: "If we let him go, how can we guarantee that you can follow me home obediently?"
Su Wanqing sneered: "Either let him go, or you take a corpse home, choose one."
Huang's eyes suddenly turned cold, and there was a suffocating coldness in his voice: "Shazhi, you are really a cruel woman."
She raised her eyes and retorted: "Why don't you?"
Huang shook his head and said: "I am cruel to the whole world, but you are the only one who is gentle. But you are different. You are gentle to the whole world, but you are the only one who is cruel to me."
Su Wanqing sneered disdainfully, and the sarcasm in his eyes was unmistakable: "If the way you treat me, Young Master Huang, can be called gentle, then the prisoners on death row in the prison are all compassionate Bodhisattvas."