Chapter 2292

Yulong villa in the suburb of Beijing.

Around two o'clock in the morning, most of the people in the eastern hemisphere are already asleep, but there are bright lights and a long line of cars on the side of the road.

There were at least two people standing in front of each car, four more.

These people either smothered or looked up at the entrance of the villa, but no one spoke and their faces were dignified.

They want to go to the villa, but they are not qualified.

However, even if the last person in the list goes to a prefecture level city, he needs to be received by the first person in person. Now he is not qualified to go to the villa. This shows how high the status of the old man in the villa is.

In fact, the old man who was dying from yesterday afternoon is the only one who survived in a certain era of China.

A few years ago, old lady Lin, who was walking horizontally in Beijing and didn't dare to offend her, had to put her tail in front of him and pretend to be a good girl.

The old man's surname is Shen.

Someone came out quickly.

Standing in front of the car, all the smokers quickly put out their cigarettes, stopped their waist and looked at him eagerly, hoping to know what was going on inside.

The visitor is a sixty year old man with gentle appearance and glasses. His face is as gloomy as water. He looks very calm, but there is a sad scorch between the eyebrows and the corners of his eyes.

Just like those who didn't see the waiting, the old man stood on tiptoe and looked down the mountain.

Subconsciously, we all looked down the mountain road, and then we found that there were two white lights moving fast.

"At last."

The old man was relieved. When he turned around and was about to leave, he found that the people standing in front of the car were familiar.

"From brother Tang."

Two people four eyes opposite, the man with big back head, step forward, whispered, stretched out the right hand.

"Shen Lin, I've kept you waiting for a long time."

The old man quickly reached for the man and said in a lower voice, "let's talk to each other. The old man will not be happy to know that you are here. "

Shen Lin has been waiting here for most of the night. Of course, he won't leave like this. He boldly asks, "Mr. Shen, now --"

Before he finished, the old man shook his head slowly.

Although Shen Lin had been psychologically prepared for a long time, his face changed greatly, his mouth moved, but he didn't say anything.

"Old Shen has been waiting for her until now."

The old man released Shen Lin's hand, patted him on the shoulder, turned around and walked into the villa quickly.

"She? Who is she? What qualifications do you have to let Mr. Shen wait for her? "

Shen Lin looked at the car that was getting closer and closer. When he murmured this, he found that there were people around him.

Those who are waiting here want to know the latest situation of Mr. Shen. After a few words with Shen Lin, they leave. Of course, we have to hurry up and inquire about the situation.

But hear Shen Lin murmur to say this words, immediately also looked at that car.

It's closer.

The car didn't slow down at all as it passed the sentry.

With the lamp, we can see the armed police soldiers in charge of the guard at Shanjiao, raising their hands to salute.

With a creak, the car went straight to the entrance of the villa and then stopped abruptly.

Of course, the width of the villa gate is enough for the car to drive in, but the driver doesn't dare.

In the villa, we need absolute quiet.

As soon as the car door was opened, a man jumped down from the top and walked into the villa.

This is a woman. She is very tall and has a great figure, but she has a haircut. She is dressed as if she had been picked up from a dustbin. Her left trouser leg is under her knee, revealing half of her dark calf, but her lines are beautiful.

A beggar girl?

Can she break into the villa without fear, but the guard at the door doesn't stop her?

Who is she?

When everyone was at a loss for this, Shen Lin, who was also full of doubts, lost his voice and cried, "it's her!"

Immediately, someone asked, "Lao Shen, who is she?"

"Shen Qingwu."

Shen Lin wry smile sentence, turn around to go to the car, open the door on the car: "fast, down the mountain."

"Shen Qingwu? Who is Shen Qingwu? "

Some people are puzzled: "after recognizing Shen Qingwu, Lao Shen seems to have seen a ghost and got on the bus to escape - ah, why did you all leave? Who's going to tell me what's going on? "

Before his words came down, a kind-hearted man gave him a push: "let's go, the female devil head of the Shen family is back. If Mr. Shen were to cough tonight, she would scatter all her grief and indignation on everyone's heads. "

"Ah? She, she is Shen Qingwu, who has repeatedly cursed old Shen in public

This person finally suddenly, how dare say again what, turn round to bow head to get into the car.

Shen Qingwu doesn't care what others say about her.

Those people who stood at the door of old Shen's room immediately looked disgusted or displeased when they saw her coming dressed like this.

There is an old man over 70 years old, whispering: "Shen Qingwu, what are you wearing?"

Shen Qingwu stopped and looked up at the old man. His dirty face was full of scoffing: "boss Shen, do you think I'm in the way of dressing like this? I'll let you talk here. If you don't want to see me, I'll go. "

With that, she turned and left.

The elder Shen was stunned and said, "you, you --"

Shen, who is dying, is struggling to see Shen Qingwu for the last time. Now if she comes and goes, Shen can't bear the responsibility.

Not only him, but also the people standing outside can't afford it.

But we all know that if they want Shen Qingwu to stay, she will go faster no matter how strong she is or how kind she is.

There was a cold sweat on Shen's forehead.

Fortunately, brother Tang appeared in time and stood in front of Shen Qingwu. He said with a bitter smile, "aunt, when is it? Are you still playing small? Do you really want Mr. Shen to regret all his life? "

"Meng Zitang, when did I play small temperament? It's the children of the Shen family. I'm not used to my illegitimate daughter. I don't want to be annoying. "

Shen light dance a stare, Yin Yang strange Qi of say.

Meng Zitang didn't dare to answer, but he just arched his hand with a bitter smile and asked her to calm down.

"Let me go in and see Lao Shen. What's the premise

Shen Qingwu's eyes turned and swept to elder Shen and others: "I don't like so many people around the door. They all look like filial sons and virtuous grandchildren, which makes me uncomfortable."

In order to make Miss Shen comfortable, but also in order not to let old Shen regret all his life, Meng Zitang had to look at old Shen and others.

Old Shen and others turned pale and green. A moment later, they clenched their teeth, snorted and quickly walked down the stairs.

"Bah, hypocrites. If you really have a conscience, how could you sacrifice the night God family in order to ensure your own prosperity? "

Shen Qingwu turns her lips contemptuously. Then, under Meng Zitang's hands, she walks into Shen's room.

There are only two doctors in the room.

As soon as she came in, her whole body was filled with rebellious and unruly breath, and her eyes were filled with deep sadness.

No matter what attitude she has towards the old man with oxygen mask on the bed, her blood is flowing in her heart.

As if knowing that she was coming, the dying old man slowly opened his eyes.

Originally, there was no God, and there was light in the turbid old eyes.

The two doctors, who always paid close attention to the old man, pressed the corners of their mouths.

the last radiance of the setting sun.

Finally, the old man held on until the person he most wanted to see appeared. Finally, he could rest assured that his spirit was relaxed and his whole body cells began to be active.

Looking at Shen Qingwu, the old man slowly raised his finger to the oxygen mask on his mouth.

Two doctors understand, carefully for him to take off the oxygen mask, then hang his head, quickly walked out of the room.

The old man's bony right hand patted the edge of the bed.

Shen Qingwu hesitated and walked over. He took his right hand on the edge of the bed and said with a strong smile, "old Shen, you are in good spirits. You are far away from death. Why are you so anxious to find me? In other words, I really don't like to set foot on the Shen family. I don't have to be looked down upon by your filial sons and grandchildren. "

The old man laughed and said softly, "light dance, it's time for you to get married."

"Get married? Who am I going to marry? Who else would want to marry such a crazy woman with abnormal brain? "

Shen Qingwu is stunned. When she blurts out these words, a handsome face floats in her mind. The wind blows his silver silk all over his head. Looking at her eyes, it is quite strange, as if he is looking at a fool.

The old man laughed again. When he spoke again, his voice was very loud: "when I was alive, you can make a fool of yourself. No one dares to do anything to you. But once I'm dead, you don't know how to restrain me. It's not good. "

"Well, what's wrong with that?"

Shen Qingwu sneered: "how dare they eat me?"

The old man didn't answer her at all. He said to himself, "the Shen family has always enjoyed a superior life for thousands of years, because every time there is a state-owned disaster, some of the Shen family's children will come forward. You think I'm willing to let the night gods family - cough, cough. "

After a few coughs, the old man's face turned red, and he spoke quickly: "light dance, I'll go to them later. Only by their side, no one dares to do anything to you. "

"They? Who are they? "

Shen Qingwu asked. When he looked up out of the window, his handsome face reappeared.

But I didn't notice that when the old man slowly raised his hand and tried to caress her cheek, he fell down and fell on Shen Qingwu's leg.

Like being scalded by a hot iron, Shen Qingwu's delicate body trembled violently. He suddenly bowed his head and looked at the old man, and did not move.

I don't know how long after that, when tears came out of Shen Qingwu's grimy face, she said with a dumb smile, "old Shen, you haven't told me who they are. Who should I marry? "

There is a wind. Since the peak of Yulong mountain, it blows to the northeast, far away, far away. When it comes to the valley, it brings up a cloud to cover the moon.

Feifei's drizzle fell on the thatched roof beside the stream.

A white figure, like a ghost, suddenly emerged from the ground and stood in front of the gate. He raised his head slightly and raised his ears to catch all the movement around him.

The cry of insects, the clatter of the stream, the strange laughter of owls.

Listen carefully, many voices, also mixed with the gentle woman light chant.