Chapter 180

Who is it?

Who sent the chrysanthemum to my mother?

Her heart thumped, watching the black car farther and farther away, and finally disappeared in front of her eyes.

Xia Xun stood still and sighed in disappointment.

Back to the cemetery, Xia Xun sat on the ground, looking at his mother's quiet face and smiling gently.

"Mom, my daughter is unfilial. She hasn't come to see you for a year."

"This year, I had a good time..."

“…… Now, at last, it calms down. "

"Mom, you said, I will be happy, right?"

She is like a child, talking incessantly, talking to herself, but still can't help laughing.

In the evening, Xia Xun stood up and said gently to the tombstone, "Mom, I'm leaving. Goodbye."

She had just taken a few steps when her cell phone suddenly rang.

Strange number, let her slightly frown.

"Hello?"

"Is that Miss Xia Xun?"

"Who are you?"

She asked back warily.

"It's like this." The mechanical and cold female voice rang in the earphone, "you have not signed a property transfer agreement. Today is August 7th, just the date of the agreement. Would you like to come and sign it? "

The other side listened to Xia Xun and said, "if you don't have time, it doesn't matter. The amount of money will be transferred to your Swiss bank account. You can have a look."

Xia Xun felt her fingers shaking. She kept her voice steady and said, who gave me the money?

"I'm sorry. The head of the household did not want to be named. Do you have any other questions? "

"No more." Xia Xun hung up the phone and looked at the screen of his mobile phone. He could hardly recover in a moment.

"Diddiddidi -"

SMS came one after another, which was the transfer information. Xia Xun didn't look at the huge amount of money shown above, but stamped his foot angrily.

Heihao!

Do you want to pester me when you die!

Who wants your money! Who wants your money!

No wonder Youya couldn't find the other two-thirds of the shares. It turned out that he had already converted them into cash, and it was put into her card.

Without thinking about how heihao knew her Swiss bank account, Xia Xun just felt stuffy.

Heihao, when did you know her plan?

That stuffy almost let her breathless, Xia Xun legs weak kneel down, forced to cover the face, tears along the fingers drip down, soaked her fingers.

Heihao, you bastard!

"How is he?"

Step out of the car, dark day a face taut, looking at the next man.

The young man in Black said in a low voice, "Dr. Lin is having an operation."

Heitian breathed out a deep breath, quickly went upstairs, upstairs, a few people in black at the door saw Heitian coming, and nodded respectfully to him.

"Master."

Dark day ignored them, nervously pushed open the door, inside, a man wearing a mask is from the man's chest clip out a bullet, open chest, flesh and blood.

In the dark, my feet softened and I almost couldn't stand.

He has been in black and white for decades. He has never seen anything, but when he sees his only son lying in the middle of nowhere, he still feels scared.

"Hao, how's it going?" The dark sky asked in a trembling voice. The young man who had the operation glanced at him in a cold voice.

"Not bad."

Black sky heard each other say like this, immediately put down his heart, he stood far away, and did not dare to approach.

Up to now, he did not dare to confirm that his son had become like this.

His son grew up in a pile of dead people. How could anyone hurt him?

Black sky turned his head and said to his followers, "can you find out who shot?"

"I found out."

Hand over a photo, photo, is Xia Xun holding a pistol standing on the helicopter.

The dark sky's face suddenly froze and couldn't recover for a long time.

It's her?!

Looking at heihao who is still doing surgery with complicated eyes, Heitian is silent.

Injustice

Hei Hao was dazed for a long time, his consciousness seemed to be under the water, floating and sinking, unable to wake up.

He saw a seven or eight year old boy standing in front of him. Under the thin bangs, the eyes of the innocent children revealed the gloomy and hoarse. In front of him is a huge primeval forest.

He saw his father with a submachine gun thrown in front of him, tall body, almost blocked the sun in front of him.

"To the other side. I'll wait for you across the forestThen, all the people left. The boy was crying, but he didn't dare to disobey and ran to the forest.

This time, it took him a month to get out of it. He was sent to the United States for psychological counseling.

As soon as the picture turns, in front of his eyes is a bowl of delicate dumplings, fragrant. Just as he wants to pick up the spoon, his father Duanzhou falls to the ground behind him.

The man looked at him with a gloomy face: "Hao, you have eaten this kind of dumplings for three days. We Black family people can't have things that we particularly like, you know? "

Young, he opened his mouth and looked at the dumplings falling on the ground. He cried silently, but was driven out by his father.

Extreme training, cold world outlook, cultivate him now.

When he saw that the only mother he cared about had died, he left the house without any nostalgia.

Eight years of experience, until I met that woman

"Bang -"

a gunshot rang out in his ear, and heihao was suddenly cold. He felt cold liquid coming through his nostrils, drowning his consciousness

Is it sea water?

"Cough --"

"ah, master, HeiShao is awake!"

Someone chirped in his ear. Heihao tried to open his eyes, but his chest hurt like it was torn. He couldn't help humming.

"Hao, what do you think?"

The fuzzy silk thread looks at his own man anxiously in front of it. Heihao recognizes that this man is even the man who treats him coldly in his dream, his father.

A trace of boredom appeared at the bottom of his eyes. Heihao tried to sit up. As soon as he pulled his arm, it implicated the wound. A pretty face immediately wrinkled.

"No, you just finished the operation. Lie down first."

Dark day nervously looking at him, the forehead has a little white hair.

I heard about heihao's injury these days. He hardly ate anything. He was old and looked haggard.

"Why are you like this?" Black Hao frowned, looking at black sky seems to be a night of white head appearance, some dislike said.

"It's not because of you son of a bitch!" Heitian's eyes were slightly wet, and he patted heihao's face. "You've been out for so many years, and it's useless. How can you be beaten back like this?"

Black Hao dislikes him to annoy, frowns: "you don't mind."

Heitian opens his mouth, looks at heihao's gloomy face, sighs and doesn't speak.

Someone outside heard the movement and opened the door.

The man has broken flax hair, icy eyes and white skin, but he looks very inhuman and cold.

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