After Marrying the Sick and Weak Son, I Turned Around

  Chapter 63 Her Hairpin

   The third child knew that there was no room for return, so he immediately took a small team of elites to protect the gang leader, and a few people fled.

   Shen Juncheng frowned, "Why didn't you send someone to chase?"

  Do we still need him to teach the truth of cutting weeds to eradicate the roots?

   Speaking of this, both Fu Hao and Beyond Boyan were speechless, not because they didn't send someone to chase, but because His Royal Highness Xianwang, who was in charge, didn't chase after them.

  Because, he couldn't wait to loot.

  Hahaha, the Dragon Tiger Gang, the century-old gang, how much oil and water can be looted, that batch of salt, don't need it, hand it in.

   Shen Juncheng supported his forehead, and sure enough, that fellow fell into Qian's eyes.

   He instructed, "Send someone to check his whereabouts as soon as possible and kill him."

  Boyan said: "Master, don't worry, your subordinates have asked Du Juan to investigate, and also sent a lot of people to chase."

   It is estimated that Long Hao cannot escape.

   Shen Juncheng still warned, "Don't take it lightly, Long Hao must die."

"Yes!"

After    finished his instructions, he slightly eased his brows, "Is Bai Mei protected?"

   "Go back to the master, protect her, she is an important witness."

   "Well, Bai Mei contributed a lot to this time. Ask her what reward she wants afterward."

   "Yes, Master."

   After several people finished talking about this, they talked about other things. When they left, Shen Juncheng told them to be low-key recently, and then went back with masks.

   When he left, he remembered something, and turned back and said, "Re-investigate Su An'an. I want all her information, no matter the details."

  Boyan responded: "Yes."

  Fu Hao remembered when he heard Su Anan, he was thinking about persuading his master before.

   Seeing that the master wants other people's information, he thinks that the master cares about others, and immediately takes a step forward, and faithfully persuades the master, don't be fooled by beauty.

  Shen Juncheng: "…"

   "Ahao, it's not as you think, this seat has its own measure."

  Fu Hao is upright, not afraid of being cut by his master, and persuaded.

  Master, beauty has been misleading since ancient times.

  Shen Juncheng sighed with a headache. Knowing his upright virtue, he gave Beyonda a look. Beyonda immediately blocked Fu Hao's mouth and said, "Respectfully send your master."

   After that, Shen Juncheng had disappeared in the hall.

  Fu Hao threw his sleeves with great arrogance, "What are you stopping me from doing, I'm good for the master."

  Boyan hugged his chest, "Do you think the master is such a superficial person?"

   Will you be confused by the mere beauty?

  Fu Hao explained, "You don't understand, that woman is not very beautiful. Liu's sent such a beautiful woman here, saying that she has no intention to believe in ghosts."

   Boyan rolled his eyes, no matter what other people are thinking, if the master can't handle her, you just worry about it.

  Fu Hao didn't persuade him to succeed, he threw his sleeves and went back.

   Yueluo saw that the master was back, and immediately ordered someone to prepare water, then put the medicine box in the bath room, and withdrew.

   It's not a serious injury. Usually, Shen Juncheng takes care of it by himself. Unless there is a serious injury, he will ask his uncle to help.

   Unbuttoned the torn coat, and just put it on the top of the shirt, when a "ding dang" sounded, a white jade plum blossom hairpin fell out.

   He lowered his eyes to see that it was hers.

   Originally took this hairpin to confront Long Hao, and after the confrontation he put it in his arms.

   He picked it up, the light of the morning light hit the transparent hosta, glowing with a layer of lustrous brilliance, the whiteness was slightly warm, but it was like that person's skin color...

  Cough, noticing that his thoughts strayed, he coughed and threw the hairpin into a box.

   After bathing, he changed into his usual white clothes, covering his anger.

   White gauze covered his eyes, concealing the cold indifference in the bottom of his eyes, and in just a moment, he returned to the weak son Shen.

  Who would have thought that such a weak Young Master Shen would kill several people last night without even blinking!

   Three days passed in a blink of an eye.

   Su Anan already knew about the Dragon Tiger Gang from Li Liang's gossip.

   It was rumored that the Dragon Tiger Gang smuggled salt was discovered by officers and soldiers, copied the gang, and rushed there in time. Su Anan also knew that all this was probably Leng Moyan's handwriting.

  This man is really thoughtful.

   But there is one more thing she cares about than this news, that is, for three days, she has not heard any rumors about her outside.

   On the day she disappeared, Cuiyan kept her mind and only told Shen Juncheng the news of her disappearance, and no one else knew.

   He also made up a lie, saying that he didn't come back, but he went back to Su's house temporarily to get his mother's relics, and after wasting time, he stayed overnight.

  Regardless of whether this excuse is true or false, there has been no negative news about her these days, and no one seems to know that she disappeared overnight.

   She rubbed between her brows, guessing that the aftermath should have been done by Leng Moyan.

   They can control intelligence, and they can block intelligence.

  Just, why help her maintain this reputation?

   Confused, she put down the painting and was in a daze again.

From   noon to noon, Cuiyan came in with a meal, and seeing the young lady looking at the paintings again, she couldn't help but wonder, "Miss, why did you buy so many Wen Daozi's paintings?"

Li Liang brought back the dozen or so paintings last time. Two days ago, Wen Daozi deliberately sent all the inventory at home, and even threatened to pay no money, but the lady told him to give it, Cui Yan Just jammed.

  Su Anan rolled up the picture of the unharmed mountains and rivers, and said, "Don't bully the poor young man, this Wen Daozi's style of painting is unique. It looks unpopular now, and there is no guarantee that it will be popular in the future."

  The popular things are always coming one after another. As long as Wen Daozi's style of painting becomes popular, she will make a lot of money.

  Cuiyan couldn't see the future trend, just shrugged and started to set up the meal.

   Su Anan glanced at it, slightly surprised.

   My meals have been normal these days.

  Although it is not a big fish and meat, but at least it is a home-cooked dish, which is much better than before.

  Su Anan doesn't understand, what happened to Shen Juncheng?

   She didn't return overnight. I thought that no matter what, Shen Juncheng would send someone to ask something, or just take the opportunity to attack after the fact, thinking that she disappeared overnight and her reputation was damaged, so she just threw a divorce letter.

   did not expect not only did not ask, but resumed her meals.

  Su Anan picked up the chopsticks, paused, and said, "Cuiyan, accompany me to Qingjingxuan after lunch."

   Cuiyan froze for a moment, "Oh."

   Today is a sunny day, and the haze of the previous days has been dissipated. In the future, the sun is soft and not noisy, and it is warm and cozy.

  Shen Juncheng sat under the fruit-bearing loquat tree, looking at the clouds in the sky, with deep eyebrows.

  The tide suddenly came to report, "Young Master, Young Madam, please see me."

   Shen Juncheng frowned, why is she here?

   paused and motioned to let her in.

   The sound of the tide led Su Anan into the courtyard of Qingjingxuan.

   This is the first time Su Anan has set foot there. The surrounding area is still always empty. Only in the courtyard, a sturdy loquat tree is extremely lush, and its branches are covered with fruits.

   A rocking chair and a coffee table are supported under the tree. The young man on the rocking chair is gentle and quiet, and seems to be looking into the distance in a trance.

  The wind picked up and blew his sleeve robe, which was dragging the ground, as if the sky was misty.

  There is still steaming tea on the coffee table, and the clouds and smoke are scattered in the afternoon sun.

  Look, so indifferent to the world, the country is gentle.

   (end of this chapter)