The fake daughter quit and got married to the boss

Chapter 264 "Tongbao, I am so cold-blooded. I can't cry."

Shen Lan picked up the phone and raised his hand to compare his height with Tong Yu.

He curled his lips and said, "She looked like a little figurine, but now she's wearing so much, she looks like a little potato."

Tong Yu snatched the phone away angrily, and fluttered her beautiful eyelashes: "Get lost, get out of here, get out of here."

He was shivering with cold as he spoke, being very stubborn.

Shen Lan held his forehead with his hand.

Suddenly I felt crazy jealous of Shen Yi. My sister looks so much like this guy.

From their looks to their personalities, even their fucking tone of voice is the same.

He really can't accept it!!!

In the end, Tong Yu was carried back to the yacht by Shen Lan like a pig.

Late in the night, she squeaked and screamed, "Ahhh Shen Lan, what do you mean? You are the short one. Can you carry me like a princess?"

Shen Yi, who was leaning against the fence, was amused. He looked up and chuckled, his hair fluttering in the sea breeze. He looked extremely handsome, unrestrained and free.

It would be nice if I had some wine.

The man had a pair of intoxicating peach blossom eyes and he moved back into the room.

This yacht is quite big, with six luxurious floors. Not only Tongyu and the others are there, but also the assassins sent by Hip Hop Dingdang Zebulun.

Interior

Qi Yue and Shen Ye were looking at the terrain, and Zhe Erle Ke would chat with them from time to time.

Shen Yi rubbed his eyes and ignored it, going straight to the wine cabinet.

Open it, take it out, hold it in your arms, and leave in a trance.

It seemed as if all this had nothing to do with him. He just wanted to drink and do whatever he wanted.

This look made Qi Yue feel jealous, and he asked quietly: "Brother-in-law, are you in need of a younger brother?"

Shen Ye raised his eyes: "No, I'm short of a brother-in-law. The Shen family practices polyandry."

Qi Yue suddenly woke up, "Huh?!"

Zheerle Ke agreed, "Ah, yes, you don't know that the old lady back then, Shen Ye's grandmother, had three thousand beauties in her harem and hundreds of male favorites."

Shen Ye said: "Yes, Nannan will also want this in the future."

Zherleke whistled: "That's great, Country F is open-minded and the people are handsome, I'll bring some back with me."

Shen Ye nodded calmly: "Yes."

Qi Yue, who was unable to get a word in, said: "..."

The Shen family is so annoying!

As soon as I stood up, I saw my chubby baby with his head tilted and a confused look on his face.

Qi Yue softened instantly, walked over and covered her ears with his hands, "Be good, you didn't hear anything just now."

Tong Yu blinked: "Sleepy..."

"Let's go back to bed."

Qi Yue stretched out his long arms, picked the person up easily, and went to the second floor to rest.

It is now nine o'clock in the evening. The yacht was well controlled and docked at around four in the morning.

The sky was still immersed in the deep night, and the tall pointed tower was vaguely shrouded in mist, revealing its grandeur.

It was a cold and lonely winter. There was not a sound at all along the coast of this vast forest, and the biting cold penetrated people's hearts.

inside the church

Sawyer, wearing a white robe with a gold belt, knelt on his knees in front of the ice coffin.

His body is like a slender bamboo, with mysterious silver hair flowing down.

Da Yin said, "Lord, let's go. The two major families have turned against us and have refused to contact us from yesterday until now."

Sawyer gently stroked the white-haired old man in the coffin through the ice coffin.

The tone was sarcastic and sinister: "Do you think I'm afraid of them?"

Da Yin glanced at the woman in the other ice coffin and slowly closed his eyes.

Sawyer's eye sockets were sunken, his lower eyelids were black, and his legs were stiff and numb.

He knelt in front of his master's ice coffin and did not sleep all night.

When the master passed away, he had tears in his eyes and kept repeating Zeerleke's name.

He said this before he died:

"I should have lived to be a hundred years old, but because of your sins and your consequences, I have lived to be eighty-nine."

After that sentence, Sawyer's hair turned white overnight.

He locked himself in his room every day. His master's words were like the sound of evil in his ears, which entangled him tightly, echoed constantly, and drove him crazy.

A month later, black hair grew from his roots.

Sawyer used extreme measures to make his hair permanently silver.

After Shen Ye and the others dealt with the assassins outside the church, they quickly came into the church while it was still dark and dawn was approaching.

Many old men in white robes came out to stop them, but after seeing Zhe Erleke's face, they retreated pious and respectful.

After more than 20 years, he finally came back.

The hall is huge and spacious, with a soaring ceiling and magnificent stained glass windows.

All the rows of benches were removed, leaving only three solemn ice coffins on the empty ground.

There is also a tall figure kneeling on the ground.

Everyone's heart tightened.

Especially Zhe Erleke and Qi Yue, their pupils shrank slightly, and they rushed forward completely out of control.

"Stop!" Da Yin suddenly looked up and said.

Sawyer smiled softly and slowly moved over.

Qi Yue's breathing stopped and his eyes looked uncontrollably at an ice coffin.

The woman was very beautiful, a sickly and stiff beauty lying in the ice coffin.

Tong Yu pulled Qi Yue's arm hard and looked at Sawyer warily.

She didn't believe it was that simple.

Sawyer looked back, his eyes narrow and scarlet, like a demon that had just crawled out of purgatory.

Tong Yu was not afraid at all and glared back fiercely.

Damn thief.

Sawyer said in a hoarse voice: "Brother, your disciple is really interesting."

Did the master have the same thought when he looked at the orphan with a wary face?

Suddenly, Sawyer understood.

Why did his master accept him as his apprentice even though he had no talent? If not, what would his master do as an orphan?

Zherleke couldn't utter a word, his sharp eyes fixed on the old man in the ice coffin.

He was the height of a child, with a wrinkled face and well-groomed white hair, and he left in the most solemn dress.

Zherleke burst into tears and knelt down on his knees: "Master..."

No matter how much resentment and dissatisfaction one has, it all disappears without a trace when one sees the motionless, kind old man.

Qi Yue touched Mi Ya through the ice coffin. The cold air spread through her body through her fingertips, and she heard her sharp and painful cries.

He blinked his dry eyes, a little dazed.

Tong Yu was really afraid that the story would repeat itself, and was even more afraid that Qi Yue would not be able to bear it this time, so she could only whisper beside him: "Qi Yue, you, you turn back..."

The man in front of her really turned his head obediently, withdrew his hands, and buried his head deeply in her neck.

He said in a hoarse voice: "Tongbao, I am so cold-blooded. I can't cry."

They were both facing their closest relatives, but Zherleke could cry like this, but he couldn't. He was so cold and indifferent, as if he were a stranger.

He began to question himself a little, and his mother became his deepest shadow and his biggest obsession.

Some time ago, he even hurt his baby Tong Bao because of these things.

Now that his real mother was right in front of him, he couldn't cry at all.

It seemed that in the first twenty years, he was like a histrionic personality and had no affection for his mother at all.

That's why I'm... indifferent now.

Feeling his trembling, Tong Yu hugged him tightly with heartache, "No, don't think too much. Everyone has their own way of expressing sadness. Qi Yue, you are in more pain than anyone can imagine."

It’s too painful, I’ve suppressed it for too long, and I’ve lost the ability to cry.

Tong Yu took a step back, touched Qi Yue's red eyes with her fingertips, and said word by word: "Don't think too much, let's take mom home."

Qi Yue nodded slowly.

Tong Yu held back her tears and felt a bitter taste in her heart.

It would be okay if someone like Zeerleke cried on the spot, but someone like Qi Yue had great stamina.