Chapter 177 Sir, have you forgotten Wei Ming’s death?

A black Bentley car, drove into a boulevard, the sky-high trees on both sides of the road, fell backwards, the car went through the iron gate, through the garden, and drove inside again.

 Lightly stopping at the door, Shen Xiujin first got down from the car, and then bent down to pick up the woman in the car.

 The woman's eyes were vacant, letting him hold her.

 Butler Xia came out, "You're back, sir?" Just as he said, his eyes suddenly lagged when he touched the disheveled woman in Shen Xiu Jin's arms and looked at the men's suit wrapped around her body.

 Dry lips, open and close a few times, forced a smile bowed down the waist and back.

 The person in front of him made to walk past him, the old butler sneaked a sweeping glance, just this glance, suddenly shocked to stare at the old eyes, staring at the piercing red.

 "Sir, let me take it for you." The old housekeeper hurriedly stepped forward and said with a dry throat, stretching out his hand, he wanted to take the red book that Shen Xiujin clamped across his arms holding Jane Tong and also tucked in his palm in passing.

 The old housekeeper has the intention to take over the red, take the opportunity to want to see more clearly what this red book, unexpectedly, the man stride to the side, back to avoid, back away, continue to walk forward, the side of the faintly said: "It's not early, summer housekeeper go to rest."

 Xia housekeeper still refused to die: "This point of matter ..."

 "This point of matter does not need summer housekeeper to bother." The man said indifferently.

 "But ..."

 Housekeeper Xia was still arguing.

 Abruptly!

 Shen Xiu Jin suddenly stopped in his tracks, holding the person in his arms still, the strong thin waist half to the back side of the past, slanting eyes of the widow's eyes swept behind the old face of the summer housekeeper who refused to give up, and suddenly the corners of the lips slightly upward, but through the coldness, the bottom of the eyes of the ice blade shot to the summer housekeeper: "You only need to do your share of the duties."

 The warning implication is self-evident!

 Xia housekeeper old bark face, a miserable white, the bottom of the eyes are not willing, gritted his teeth to endure and endure.

 Da, da, da ...

 In his ears, he listened to the sound of footsteps in front of him traveling farther and farther away. Xia housekeeper suddenly raised his head, indignant and unwilling to Shen Xiujin behind the dark drink: "Mr. Still remember Wei Ming? Do you still remember ... the inhumane persecution Wei Ming endured before her death?"

 The old housekeeper's eyes pain unbearable, almost hoarse dark drink, words more hidden a trace of reproach!

 Jane Tong's empty pupil, there is a moment of light flashed, very weak very weak a ray of light, but not yet had time to bloom, and then dim down, annihilated ... just no one to see, her empty pupil, eyes flow between a trace of ridicule ... harming people end up harming themselves, heh~ The inhumane persecution of Wei Ming before her death? That was originally Xia Weiming for her Jane Tong prepared a big drama ah ...

 Shen Xiujin raised his feet, paused in mid-air, following, before slowly landing, his back to the old housekeeper, without any emotion, said: "Her matter, later."

 The words fell, without stopping, he carried the person in his arms towards the second floor.

 The summer housekeeper stared at that slender back, his old eyes were a little lost ... in thought Mr, just like that?

 Even if he brought up Wei Ming, brought up Wei Ming's death, Mr. did not have a trace of tenderness and attachment?

 The old housekeeper pursed his lips ... It was all Jane Tong that vixen!

 It must be Jane Tong that vixen that tempted and compelled Mr.!

 Otherwise, otherwise ... how could Mr. Wei Ming have no tenderness at all?

 But ... Jane Tong this vixen's good days are also going to be big head!

 The old housekeeper remembered what the old house master had ordered on the phone, and couldn't help but have the twisted excitement of revenge flare up under his eyes.

 In the bedroom, Shen Xiujin tucked the woman into the bedding and touched her forehead, ''Butler Xia and I have some things we need to talk about. You're tired, hurry up and sleep. Don't ... think nonsense."

 That kind of tenderness, that kind of warmth, Jane Tong's empty eyes, blinking without blinking looking at the ceiling, as if the living dead, no sense of the outside world.

 Shen Xiujin turned around, said in his heart: I am sorry, little child.

 The next second, the shame in his eyes hid without a trace, replaced by paranoid possessiveness ... sorry, but, never let go!

 There is a voice in his heart that vaguely says: Shen Xiujin, you can not let go, once you let go, she will fly.

 This voice plagued him and made him even more paranoid to grasp her in his hands.

 The tighter the sand is grasped, the faster it leaks ...