Hoshino Huang's eyes became brighter and brighter, and he said: "What's mine is yours."
Su Wanqing sneered: "I think you misunderstood. It's mine first, so it can be yours."
Hoshino Huang's eyes narrowed slightly, as if he didn't understand what she meant.
"Don't you know? I am the lord's daughter." Su Wanqing's expression was very strange, "That old monster is a bastard. He killed my mother's child and made her pregnant. He is an out-and-out pervert!"
Hoshino Huang's expression was shocked, he looked at her in disbelief, and exclaimed: "Impossible!"
Su Wanqing raised her hand, looked at the blue blood vessels on her wrist, and sneered: "I also find it hard to imagine that there is such dirty blood flowing in the body."
"Saori!"
"Don't you believe it?" Su Wanqing looked up, looked into those obsidian-like eyes, and said coldly, "Why else do you think that old monster insisted that you marry me to inherit 'Jue'?"
Hoshino Huang fell silent.
"I want to go in and have a drink with the old monster." Su Wanqing shook the wine bottle in her hand, "Are you coming? Two million bottles of fine wine, it would be a shame to miss it."
Hoshino Huang seemed to be shocked, standing expressionless on the spot, his black hole-like eyes filled with emotions that were hard to see clearly.
"If you don't want to come, forget it, I'll go by myself." Su Wanqing shrugged, stopped looking at him, and walked towards the interior of the manor.
Watching her retreating back, Hoshino Huang gradually clenched his fists, making a "crunching" sound, and said angrily to the people around him: "Go check Izawa Jiuzi's resume for me, the more detailed the better.
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"Yes... Young Master."
"I'll give you twenty minutes. If you can't find what I want to know, come and see me!" Hoshino Huang was really angry.
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Su Wanqing carried the wine bottle and walked outside the courtyard door of the Bamboo House Yashe. More than a dozen kunai were nailed to her side, blocking her way forward.
Soon, a dark green figure flashed in front of Su Wanqing, and a sharp dagger was placed across her neck.
The man is not tall, even short, but he is very skilled. He is the husband of Puppet Girl and is also responsible for guarding the safety of the lord.
"Mo Zhu." Su Wanqing called out the man's name. She saw deep hatred in the man's eyes.
"Izawa Saori!" Mo Zhu shouted fiercely, a little hoarse, "You deserve to die!"
Su Wanqing didn't even blink, and said calmly: "You can kill me, but not now, I want to see the lord."
Mo Zhu snorted coldly: "Do you think I will let you in? My lord, I haven't gotten better since I was angry with you last time."
"If you let me in, I will ask you to avenge Puppet Ji later." Su Wanqing said in an extremely calm tone that she would be killed.
"Is this true?" Mo Zhumian hesitated.
Su Wanqing smiled lightly: "Of course."
If she killed someone else's wife, she would certainly have to pay for it.
But before that, she had to do one more thing.
"Go in." Mo Zhu withdrew the dagger with a gloomy expression.
Su Wanqing walked into the courtyard holding a wine bottle with a smile on her face. She took off her shoes without saying a word and walked into the Japanese room.
"Ahem...who?" An old coughing sound came from the room.
Su Wanqing walked to the innermost bedroom of the Japanese-style room, opened the door, walked in, and sat down next to the elderly man.