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Damn it!

Zhu Yan wanted to say it again, but the door slammed shut in front of him.

Almost slammed his nose.

"Oh Master, what's wrong with you—"

Zhu Yan patted the door and asked tentatively.

The next second, Xiao Mo floated silently, then pulled Zhu Yan away silently.

Zhu Yan stared, "Xiao Mo, why are you pulling me? Don't you see that Wuye is not right?"

Xiao Mo rolled his eyes. "You only saw that something is wrong? Since the day Wu Ye left Hou Fu, hasn't it been right ?!"

Zhu Yan didn't understand Xiao Mo's meaning at first.

But after a while, he suddenly opened his eyes and dared not set the channel: "No?"

Xiao Mo threw him a self-seeking look, "Otherwise? Otherwise, you can explain, our master, why is there such a big reaction?"

"But, but their identity !!"

Zhu Yan was shocked and unable to speak.

Xiao Mo didn't care at all, "As long as the master thinks, there is nothing he can't do. Also, are you stupid, what is our master's identity? Is there any blood relationship with the five girls? Hmm?"

After that, he folded his hands together and drifted away faintly.

Let Zhu Yan, a silly big man, struggle with himself.

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The study room, Huo Yanzhi stood at the door, maintained the closing motion, and paused for a long time.

Little girl, getting married ...

The heart is sore, like the grievous holes that are bitten by ants, and the silent wind blows through the hall, and the cold heart can't wait to let him die immediately.

Why did you get married ...

Didn't she say that she wouldn't marry someone ...

What she said ...

Huo Yanzhi didn't know how he got back to the desk. He was silent for a while, and suddenly it seemed like he was going crazy. He began to rummage in the study.

The books and books were scattered all over the place. He didn't even bother to care about it. Finally, when he slumped on the ground, he pulled out a thin letter from a mess of books.

The envelope was intact. At these times, he dared not read it, so he could not help feeling soft when he was afraid to read it.

It's ridiculous that he endured for so long, and in the end, only a word of flirty, he could not defeat him.

Bai wasted all these days.

The date of the letter was three months ago. Although Huo Yanzhi had not read it, he knew that since this letter, the little girl had never sent him a letter.

It's cold about Yomo. After waiting for so long, I didn't wait for a reply.

With that little girl's careful eye, she will naturally be angry.

Huo Yanzhi smiled lowly, his hands trembling slowly tore off the paint, and finally pulled out a thin piece of stationery from the inside.

It was blank at first, until a line of words appeared completely under his eyelids.

For so long, the little girl's calligraphy did not grow a little bit, and it was soft and prone, just like her.

But that line of words that didn't look good-looking made Huo Yanzhi's silent red eyes.

That sentence is--

Hold your hand and grow old together!

"Ah……"

Huo Yanzhi couldn't help but clenched the letter paper, stuck it to his heart, and closed his eyes and smiled ironically.

Laughing and laughing, tears fell in the corner of his eyes.

I now understand what you want, but is it too late?

The temperature in the study room dropped a little, and the man kneeling in the pile of papers had his head drooping, all over him, exuding a lonely breath.

It's been a long time since ...