The Trap of the Rich: The First Lady Never Comes Home

Chapter 369 Oshima's Stubbornness (1)

In the main hall of the manor.

"Sir, it has spread a little, should you consider hospitalization? After all, the hospital is more convenient..." The doctor put away a bunch of instruments, and said cautiously.

Oshima propped himself up from the couch, with some difficulty, he waved his hands, "Go down first."

The doctor bowed to pay tribute, and exited the room helplessly.

"Sir, why don't you follow the doctor's advice and stay in the hospital." Lao Yu looked at the blood-stained handkerchief, and became worried, and followed the doctor to persuade him.

The husband's body really can't last long. If it continues like this, I don't know what will happen when I enter the hospital in the future.

"Talk!" Oshima Masao glanced at Lao Yu, and reprimanded him lightly.

"Yes, this subordinate is talking too much." Lao Yu was reprimanded and immediately fell silent.

If the husband is willing to listen, it will not be delayed until now.

"Sir, the young master is going to hold a birthday party at home this weekend, who do you think you want to invite over?"

As soon as Lao Yu finished speaking, Da Dao immediately raised his head and looked at him, his eyes were a little dazed.

Birthday party?

Did he hear it wrong?

Ever since the accident happened at the adult party, the birthday party has become Joan's deathbed. How could he agree to hold a birthday party at home?
Seeing Da Dao's doubts, Lao Yu immediately explained, "It was the eldest lady who insisted on having a birthday party, and the young master didn't object."

Oshima hummed lightly, "Then please follow the usual banquet list."

He knew that Joan would not think of holding a birthday party by himself.

For more than six years, birthdays were like a synonym for nightmares, which made him extremely resistant.

Thinking about it, he had nothing to do with that little girl, so he let her go.

Looking away, Oshima felt as if there was a bright smiling face in front of him, exactly the same as the little girl.

Suddenly, it became the scene of a disaster...

Scattered crowds, terrified screams, pushed decorations...

A chaotic scene.

There is also the appearance of that pretty shadow falling straight down.

Standing at the door of the main hall, I haven't had time to take a step.

It's as if roots have taken root under my feet, and I can't move at all.

He watched Mei Xiuzi fall straight on the ground...

My dearest daughter.

His chest felt like it was going to explode again, the excruciating pain echoed the memories in his mind, torturing him together.

"Pfft—" A breath of blood suddenly surged up again, and Lao Yu immediately handed over a new handkerchief.

The bright red blood immediately drowned the beautiful orchids on the handkerchief.

"Sir, are you okay?" Lao Yu asked worriedly.

Just after the doctor left, my husband started coughing up blood again.

Inexplicably, I always feel a gloomy sense of depression lingering in my heart, as if something is really going to happen.

"I'm a little tired, you go down first." Da Dao closed his eyes, lay down on the couch, and told Lao Yu to leave.

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"ANGEL, where's your brother?" The two asked casually as they wandered around.

"Brother doesn't know what's going on these days, he's busy with work every day." Qiao Qi frowned speechlessly, "Fan Tamarin, stay for dinner tonight, so that I can see my brother."

Regarding Qiao Qi's invitation, Fan Tamarin still nodded with a smile, reserved and introverted.

"The girl we saw in the garden just now is...?" Fan Tamarin asked again.

That girl is no ordinary servant just by looking at her pretense.

Not to mention her unique aloof temperament.

Who is she?
Is it a distinguished guest in the manor?Or Joan's...?
(End of this chapter)