"No." An Minghe answered dejectedly.
That day in Southeast Asia, the little beast said he wanted to send people to India.
After his arm and the wound there healed, he sent people to India to look for it.
But it has been several days and I still haven't found it.
Maybe that little bastard didn't send anyone to India at all, he just deceived them.
"Dad, the food is getting cold. Let's eat first." An Minghe picked up a piece of braised fish and put it into Grandpa An's bowl.
How could Mr. An be in no mood to eat? He missed his family all the more during the holidays. The more such days were, the more painful it was. He wished he could perish along with Tangxi Li.
He took out his cell phone and looked at the call log. It had been several days since the call was made, and there had been no response.
I probably won't care about him anymore.
Old Master An felt despair as he looked at the other empty seats at the table. At this time of year in previous years, the younger generations would sit opposite him and try to please him and his wife with all sorts of performances.
The past scenes came flooding back to him, making him feel so painful that he couldn't breathe.
What should he do?
I can't kill the little beast in this life, and I won't be able to rest in peace even if I die. But how should I kill it?
The Yamaguchi-gumi headquarters was bombed, and no one in the world dared to take orders from Tang Xili anymore.
"You guys eat, I'm sleepy, I'm going to take a nap first."
Old Master An walked out tremblingly with the help of a cane. Old Madam An looked at his shaky back, feeling hatred and sadness.
She had loved this person all her life, but she didn't expect that in the end, he would turn out to be a joke.
In fact, he had betrayed her a long time ago, but he was too good at pretending and covered it up perfectly.
If she weren't paralyzed, she would have settled the score with him, but she could do nothing now.
Her children and grandchildren have passed away, and her family is truly broken.
Suddenly, Mrs. An remembered the night many years ago when Tang Xiyun wanted to leave the An family with two-year-old An Wuyang in her arms.
If she had let them go or killed them at that time, would the ending have been different?
That night, Mrs. An thought a lot. When it was almost dawn, she saw her grandchildren, who ran to her and surrounded her, calling her "Grandma".
Her cloudy eyes brightened, she looked towards the window and smiled.
At dawn, when the servant came to help the old lady wash up, he was horrified to find that she had passed away and her body was stiff.
The servant reported the matter to An Minghe in a panic.
An Minghe's body swayed, and he almost fell to the ground. He murmured with trembling lips and teeth, "Dead, another one dead..."
"Bang..." A muffled sound came from the stairs. An Minghe looked up and saw that Mr. An had fallen down the stairs on the second floor...
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The sky brightened, and golden sunlight filtered through the yacht's blinds into the dim room.
The room was quiet and filled with the scent of love.
The changed sheets were scattered on the wooden floor. The sheets were messy and a few dried dark red bloodstains could be vaguely seen.
Next to the bed sheet was a torn but unused condom.
A piece of white bath towel hung down from the end of the bed, half on the ground and half pressed by the man's calf.
The thin gray blanket bulged, half covering the two hugging bodies on the bed.
The woman had her arms around her waist and was tightly embraced by the man behind her.
The bright kiss marks were distributed on her neck, collarbone and chest, like red plum blossoms blooming in the snow, looking ambiguous and erotic.
The girl was sleeping soundly, her long eyelashes sticking to her eye sockets, casting a faint silhouette.
Her thin lips were a little red and swollen, as if they had been over-plucked, exuding an alluring fragrance.
When the sunlight shone into the girl's eyes, her eyelashes trembled, she frowned, turned over, and wanted to continue sleeping.
It was only the tearing pain from her lower body that woke her up.
She opened her eyes impatiently and met the man's beautiful sleepy eyes.
Yong Zhixu opened his eyes when she turned over. Seeing that she was awake, there was still a hint of anger between his eyebrows, and he was a little confused.
But the next second when I saw the strong sunlight behind her, I understood that it was the sunlight that offended her.
The man held her and turned over, patting her back to comfort her, "It's blocked, go to sleep."
Tang Xili closed her eyes tiredly, feeling sleepy.
You wouldn't have guessed this guy was quite capable, working from around nine o'clock in the morning until around four in the morning.
She was falling apart.
Thinking of the sexy and seductive moans last night, Tang Xili's sleepiness was half gone.
Not to mention, his breathing sounded really nice. She suddenly understood the tyrant a little bit. He was indeed easily confused.
Feeling the woman in his arms open her eyes again, Yong Zhixu lowered his head and asked, "Why aren't you sleeping anymore? Are you feeling unwell?"
Under the thin blanket, his hand moved to her lower abdomen and rubbed it gently, "Is it still sore?"
Upon hearing this, Tang Xili showed a rare hint of shyness on her face.
The scene of last night appeared in my mind.
Last night, the man wanted to use a condom, but she thought it was okay not to because she had been injured in the past and her uterus was damaged, making her infertile.
Then, the man was released.
My lower abdomen is sore, all...
"It's okay." She slumped over, moving her head in his arms and finding a comfortable position.
The man rubbed her for a while, then suddenly thought of something and pressed his lips against hers, "Sister Li, are you satisfied with my service last night?"
The hot breath stirred Tang Xili's hearing, and she felt half of her body numb. She cleared her throat as if discussing something serious, "It's okay."
Yong Zhixu smiled and patted her back, "Why does it sound a bit forced?"
"Give you some room for development."
Yong Zhixu suddenly realized, "Thank you for your guidance."
As the two were talking, the cell phone on the bedside table suddenly rang. Tang Xili turned her head and saw that it was her cell phone.
She picked up the phone and answered it.
Bella's voice came from the other end, "Evelyn, An Baoshan is critically ill, his organs are rapidly failing, and he may not be able to be saved this time..."
Tang Xili's brows knitted together, feeling somewhat unhappy. "Why are you going to die so suddenly?"
Bella explained, "It was Mrs. An. She passed away last night. She must have been too sad..."
"Dead?" Surprise flashed in Tang Xili's eyes, and then she sneered, "She got lucky."
She threw off the quilt and got out of bed to look for her clothes, but she couldn't find them either.
"You do this, take Karl and Sheng En to Kuala Lumpur immediately, and we will return home in half an hour."
"Yes, I'll arrange it right away. Evelyn, where are you now?"
"I am here……"
Tang Xili went to the window, pulled the blinds, and glanced outside. "I'm on the yacht at the dock. Send someone to bring me a set of clothes. I want a complete set."
Bella was stunned. What happened? All her clothes were gone.
Wait, that can't be...
Bella didn't say anything else and immediately sent someone to deliver the clothes.
Yong Zhixu didn't ask what happened, but returned to the country with Tang Xili half an hour later.
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