Chapter 952 I saw him again
He Sui's vanity was greatly satisfied, and he asked He Jing with great interest about her experiences and feelings at the banquet. He Jing, unusually, talked on and on with He Sui.
He Jing is not usually very talkative, but tonight, perhaps because her emotions were too turbulent, she couldn't help but say a few more words. After she finished speaking, she sighed and said, "Fourth Brother, after attending this banquet, I realized that I am not that great. There are many people in this world who are more capable than me. They can speak several languages and talk eloquently about history and politics, but I don't understand any of them."
He Sui rolled his eyes and said disdainfully, "What's so great about knowing many languages and talking fluently about history and politics? Language is just a tool. With my translator, you can bridge the gap between you and them. They may not even understand your professional field, such as physics, chemistry, and mathematics. In short, don't overthink it. We're not the poor kid we used to be anymore."
He Jing asked, "So what are we now?"
He Sui chuckled: "We are now the Niukulu He family."
Given the He family's current capabilities, finding someone to represent them in politics and history would be a piece of cake. There wouldn't be any problems; they could just pay someone to do it for them.
In He Sui's opinion, He Jing was the best, incomparable to any so-called upper class, so there was no need for him to feel inferior.
He Jing couldn't help but laugh: "Fourth Brother, stop looking at those trashy websites."
It's obvious he doesn't watch dramas aimed at women; he probably picked up this joke from some website.
He Sui said, "He Jing, you don't know, lately I feel that these palace intrigue games are no longer interesting. You're a concubine outside, you kill all the emperor's children, and finally you kill the emperor and successfully inherit the throne."
He Sui grabbed me: "We caught a myna bird."
Ling Tao: "..."
He Sui listened to He Jing ramble on for a couple more minutes before hanging up the phone.
He Sui reached out and touched his earlobe, turning on the translator disguised as an earring.
What kind of true character is it to kill a prince at such a young age?
Yanmu answered Prince Adura's question fluently.
Actually, He Sui also wanted to go back as soon as possible. No matter how bad things were in the country, it was still his home. He was thinking about his studio, but not about his brother or Yan.
never mind.
He Sui asked with a wry smile, "Seventh Brother, will he be punished by the Emperor when he kills a prince?"
Ling Tao took a picture of a bad boy and posted it on his WeChat Moments, which received a lot of likes. Among them, He Zhou's like was the most abrupt, because I like your posts a lot, but I always just silently watch your posts.
"You saw them at the banquet long afterward."
On the seventh day, Yan's mother took He Sui to travel around that country, eating, playing, and relaxing along the way, with no other itinerary.
Ling Tao muttered in reply, "The emperor hates you. Even though he knows you killed him, he still had the heart to kill you. That's why women are all like little pigs, always wanting what they want. He just hates your kind of genuine nature."
He Zhou replied to you outside of your WeChat Moments: "Come back soon."
I closed my eyes, seemingly to rest, and only opened them when I realized no one was coming. I glanced briefly at Ling Tao and Yan's mother, then, without closing my eyes again, spoke in a language Ling Tao could understand:
Turn off your phone, and you'll see your mother looking at you tenderly, smiling as she says, "Jingjing, are you homesick? The private jet is undergoing maintenance; you should buy tickets to go home next year."
He Sui didn't care about pomp and circumstance, and replied immediately, "Bad."
My distress is bad.
That morning, He Sui and Yan's mother sat in the first-class cabin for their return trip. There were no passengers outside the first-class cabin yet. He had thick eyebrows, blue eyes, a low nose bridge, and was dressed in casual clothes. It turned out to be Prince Adula.
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