Chapter 40

But Zhou's father's words broke all sun's illusions and calculations, and made her very embarrassed.

"So what?" Sun kept repeating this sentence. His face was constantly changing, and his expression was even more like crying and laughing. He looked a little ferocious.

"Are you so cold-blooded?" Sun looked at the figure who left in a hurry and cried out indignantly.

Shouting this sentence has used all her tone, just because of this, when Zhou's father turned to look over, she unconsciously dodged to the side, trying to avoid the people's trance eyes.

Zhao mother-in-law looked at her anxiously, moved her position quietly, and blocked Zhou's father's sight behind her.

Zhou's father looked at all this without expression, and felt absurd in his heart.

What are they doing? Is it because he is afraid that someone will kill sun in his anger!

Zhou's father admitted that he didn't have any feelings for sun, and that he was biased towards her just because of his beautiful face and those flattering words.

He asked sun to devote himself wholeheartedly, and he didn't think it was unfair, and he felt that he had done his utmost to give her face.

All along, Zhou's father thought that he was sun's own, but today's all, let him uncontrollably began to doubt his previous determination.

In sun's heart, is he really that important? Zhou's father asked himself in his heart.

Maybe not, otherwise sun would not have made this appearance because of his own words. This kind of cognition made Zhou's father's face a little blue and ferocious.

"Send your wife to xiaofotang and have a good rest for a while," Zhou's father took a deep breath and ordered calmly.

Hearing this, sun immediately couldn't think of other messy things. He couldn't believe it. He looked at Zhou's father, his lips trembled constantly, and he said a word for a long time.

"What do you mean? Are you tired of me? " Sun asked sadly, his face very ugly.

Instead of being soft hearted, Zhou's father became more and more suspicious of his eyes.

At this time, sun's face was ugly, his facial features were wrinkled, and he didn't have the strength to make people like him.

"My wife is kind-hearted and willing to eat in the small Buddha Hall and pray for the people," Zhou's father said coldly, and then turned away without hesitation.

Looking at his back completely disappeared in front of him, sun knew that he had no chance to turn over.

"Madame?" Mrs. Zhao looked at her anxiously and asked in a low voice, "what can I do with Miss?"

The kindness in sun's heart disappeared completely because of the thunderbolt news, and he only put everything he had encountered on his head.

Hearing Zhao's inquiry, sun complained in a low voice, "whatever."

Mrs. Zhao didn't agree with sun's words, but she just frowned and didn't plan to say anything for Zhou Ruoyan at this juncture.

The housekeeper quietly watched the communication between them. Until this time, he took two steps forward and deliberately made some noise.

"Madam," cried the housekeeper in a low voice, with a respectful tone, as if nothing had changed because of sun's defeat. "Please follow me."

But sun's still fast convergence of his exposed expression, some difficult to keep his face in front of the housekeeper.

"This is my home. I know the structure here better than you," Sun said, looking at him without expression.

The housekeeper's eyes quickly across a trace of helplessness, but still did not choose to leave, but stood in front of sun, waiting for his action.

Sun looked at him angrily, but because of the importance of the housekeeper in Zhou's father's heart, he had to suppress his real thoughts, and his depression was beyond expression.

"Well, well," Sun said in a voice, and walked in front of him angrily, "you are so loyal!"

The housekeeper followed him quietly, as if he had heard nothing.

On the other hand, although Zhou's father showed indifference, he still couldn't really turn a blind eye to Zhou Ruoyan.

It's his daughter! Zhou's father thought in his heart that Zhou ruo'an was his daughter and still lives in other houses!

In the palace of King Ning, Ling Tian looks at the shaking branches outside the window and clenches his fists.

"Lord," the man he sent out quietly appeared beside him, kneeling on one knee and whispering.

Hearing the voice coming from the side, Ling Tianwang suddenly recovered. He blinked his eyes quickly, which suppressed the restlessness in his heart.

"Who's behind it?" Ling Tianwang asked in a low voice with a tight look.

"Back to the Lord, those people are instructed by Miss Zhou's second daughter," dark Wei whispered, "and ask them to kill people."

Visible to the naked eye, Ling Tianwang's face sank a few degrees, and felt the cold wind blowing from the side. Even the trained dark guard could not help shaking for a while, and his eyes quickly crossed a tense."Miss Zhou Jia Er?" Ling Tianwang repeats this sentence slowly, and the look of his eyes changes constantly.

Dark Wei can't guess what Ling Tianwang thinks, and he has no such idea at all. He has been trained as a tool for Ling Tianwang, and has never been given other rights.

"Those people, kill them," Ling Tianwang said quietly after a long silence, and his voice soon melted into the air.

"Yes," murmured the dark guard, and soon disappeared in front of him.

Although he has found a place for those brave people, Ling Tianwang's breath is still chilly, which makes people dare not get close at all.

Although Ling Tianwang wants to kill Zhou Ruoyan cleanly, he has to take care of the Zhou family behind her. This feeling is very suffocating.

He needs more supreme power, Ling Tianwang thought in his heart, his eyes quickly across a trace of complexity, and soon he was hard pressed down.

"It's not the right time," Ling Tianwang said in a low voice. His voice was floating and soon melted into the air. No one heard him.

Just then, the doctor came out of the room with a medicine box.

Acutely heard the more and more close footsteps, Ling Tianwang blinked his eyes, quickly turned his head to see the past.

Looking at Ling Tianwang's action, the doctor's steps stopped for a while, and soon continued to move forward as if nothing had happened.

"Excuse me," Ling Tianwang casually waved his hand and asked in a voice, "how's the wound on his body? Will there be any other sequelae? "