Chapter 412 Take Money to Hang Yourself

The sixth daughter?

Whose daughter is Lao Liu? When did he have a daughter?

What about Nangong, has he given up?

He originally planned to hide for the rest of his life, why let them know, why let them be sad twice, but this body, a year or two, a full six years later, he is still alive.

"Second brother, thank you." Jun Shiyan opened his thin lips lightly and looked at the man beside him: "He Zhao found a local witch doctor in South Africa who said he was very effective. I will arrange for someone to bring him over in two days. show you."

"Ayan, don't bother me. Just let me spend my last days in peace!" The man finished his sentence and coughed in an uncomfortable and suppressed voice.

Why bother? He knew very well that his body was in such a state of ruin. No matter how good his medical skills were, he was just hanging on his life with money.

After all, Jun Shiyan couldn't tell such a comforting lie that your health would get better, so he just asked him: "Aren't you going to see Sister Qiu Jin?"

"You know, my body won't last long, will it only make her more sad?" The man shook his head and took away the handkerchief covering his mouth.

He lowered his eyes and stared at the bright red blood stains on the white handkerchief in a daze, and couldn't help but cough.

It was already the limit for him to go to see Lao Liu. Ayan usually would not ask him. Lao Liu was too prejudiced against him. If he didn't show up, he would never marry his daughter to him.

The Yan family in the capital is just like this. After him, there will be no more Yan family, and the descendants of the Yan family will no longer have to carry that burden and hope, generation after generation.

"Second brother, I took action against Zhao Hong, don't you blame me?" Jun Shiyan asked.

"I have warned her a long time ago that those who do unjust things will be punished by death. Even if I am here, I can't save her when she is in this situation. One life for another, I have paid off what I owe her long ago." The look in the man's eyes was filled with compassionate compassion.

He had known for a long time that she would not give up or hold back, but he did not expect that she would be so obsessed with it and do so many unscrupulous things.

"What about Master Jingxin?" As soon as Jun Shiyan finished speaking, he saw the man coughing violently, and his whole body was shaking violently, as if he was coughing out his heart and lungs.

After a long time, he gradually calmed down. He looked at the sunset outside the window with a pitiful expression, and his voice was breathless. After a while, he asked: "Is she... okay?"

"Sister Yu said that she was going to go back to China with her and find a place to repair, Shuiyue Temple in the west of the capital." After Jun Shiyan finished speaking, he stopped the topic for fear of disturbing his mood again: "I will arrange it for you as soon as possible. Meet Huo Ci."

"Okay." The man paused for a while before nodding, looked at him and asked with a smile, "Can you tell me about her?"

Jun Shiyan hummed, and the smile on his lips deepened. From the moment the two got to know each other, his voice was filled with tenderness and doting.

The last ray of sunset disappeared.

Ling Sheng sneezed, rubbed her nose, looked at her son coming down the slide, smiled and waved: "Xiao Qi, it's time for us to go home."

"Mommy!" Xiao Qi raised her little face that was red with sweat, said goodbye to the child, and ran towards her on her short legs.

A sneeze.

Ling Sheng couldn't help it, her nose itched and she sneezed several times in a row.

Xiao Qi frowned with a worried look on her face and shook her hand: "Mommy, do you have a cold?"