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Xu Hanshan's gun paused for a moment, his expression dark and unreadable, looking at the string of tears.

It's not like he hasn't seen tears from men, women, old people, and children. In this age and world, Xu Hanshan has seen too much pain, but for such pain, he will not have any waves in his heart.

Maybe it's his nature, or maybe it's something else, but Xu Hanshan is a cold-blooded person.

When Xu Hanshan was young, his biological mother, Mrs. Lin, Mr. Xu's first wife who died young, once took him to the temple to offer incense. The host said that Xu Hanshan might be bloody in the future.

Mrs. Lin was a woman who believed deeply in Buddhism, so she asked for protective Buddhist beads for Xu Hanshan, hoping to keep him safe.

She thought it was her child who would go through hardships, but she did not expect that after her death, Xu Hanshan was indeed covered in blood as the abbot said, but the blood was not from Xu Hanshan, but from those who were related to Xu Hanshan. Opposite.

The Buddhist beads that Mrs. Lin asked for have long been gone. However, Xu Hanshan returned to Shanghai and Sichuan this time and got to see the abbot again. The abbot had not aged for many years. He only glanced at him and said The beads on my hand were given to him.

"The benefactor is the benefactor, but his hands are stained with too much worldly blood. Why not take this bead with me, maybe we can see some other opportunities."

Xu Hanshan took it.

Not because he believed in the monk, but because he thought of his biological mother, Mrs. Lin.

This person has passed away, and old things are hard to find. Carrying the beads with you can be considered a kind of comfort.

But the bead broke for no apparent reason and fell right next to the white jade feet.

Xu Hanshan looked at the tears and felt something uncomfortable in his heart.

The girl's weak whimpers only occasionally came out from under the hijab, and Xu Hanshan became even more impatient when he heard the sound.

Holding the gun in his hand, Xu Hanshan exerted a little force on his wrist, and the barrel of the gun lifted the hijab a little, revealing a white jade chin.

Xu Lanyin was shocked: "Brother! What are you doing! She is my father's concubine!"

Xu Lanyin still knows this. Whoever lifts the red hijab is the husband of the bride. Now even if Mr. Xu has left, there is absolutely no reason for Xu Hanshan to lift the white jade hijab!

Xu Hanshan looked at the tears hanging on the tip of the girl's chin in front of him, and was very impatient with Xu Lanyin's reminder.

His hand did not stop at all, and he directly opened the red hijab that was an eyesore.

The red fabric hangs on the cold gun barrel, one is cold and the other is soft, and it has a strange sense of fit.

Xu Lan paused as she tried to run over to stop him. The red hijab fell to the ground and the white jade head raised her head. She tilted her face up to Xu Hanshan's eyes.

The appearance of the white jade original body is not particularly outstanding. It can only be said to be the type of Xiaojiabiyu. It has the unique elegance of Jiangnan women, and also has the bookish air of a scholar's family background.

The Xu family has never met the original person. His father Bai Fuzi is a very mean person, especially towards his daughter.

Originally, he was just mean and didn't allow the original person to leave the house. He wanted to use some kind of ladylike etiquette to restrain the original person. But since he got that aunt, he has changed from mean to pure bad. .

He wanted to sell his original body to the Xu family to be his concubine, so his previous education became a bargaining chip for him to raise the price of his daughter.

"Our daughter has been innocent since she was a child. If she wants to be your concubine, I will never allow her without five hundred yuan."

Master Bai received five hundred yuan from the Xu family, and he treated the original person even more harshly.

He didn't even tell the original person who he was going to marry, nor did he tell the original person that he was going to be a concubine for wedding. Unfortunately, he didn't know what kind of abyss of hell he was going to until the day before he was sold.

In addition, people in the Xu family don't care what kind of person they are. Mr. Xu is so ill that he can't even get out of bed. How can he still have the strength to really marry someone else's girl?

Just asking for a good birthday and horoscope is enough.

After all this fussing, Bai Yuzhi showed her adjusted appearance in front of them, and everyone realized that the concubine who came to celebrate the occasion was actually such a rare beauty.

This is the first time Bai Yuzhi has used such an appearance, using her original background. Now Bai Yuzhi is a very gentle woman.

Her skin is as white as snow, and her long, dense hair is pulled into a bun. Nowadays, girls all love short hair, and few people have such thick, cloud-like hair anymore.

She has a pair of misty white jade eyes, like peach blossoms. They should be captivating and gorgeous for no reason, but she just cried. The red ends of her eyes and the tears that have not yet fallen made her eyes wet, and her long and thick eyelashes were wet. They are in clusters, like spring dew on pistils, pitiful and cute.

She is a very beautiful girl. This kind of beauty is not like the hustle and bustle of Shanghai and Sichuan today, but has an ancient charm and quietness that comes out of the pictures of ladies. It makes people look at her as if all her temper is gone.

Xu Hanshan didn't know what happened. Looking at the white jade wedding dress that didn't fit him well, he suddenly remembered a piece of lotus pattern brocade he got by chance a few days ago. The silk satin was a rare good thing. The person who gave the gift didn't know Xu Hanshan. Since there were no female relatives, he said that he would give it to Xu Hanshan's wife.

The brocade is full of brilliance and is of a particularly elegant azure color. Even if someone can really match it, if there is no 12 points of good color, it will not be able to support it.

But now, when Xu Hanshan looked at the white jade face, he remembered the brocade.

If it were made into a cheongsam and worn on such a woman, the fabric would not be considered buried.

The hijab was lifted, and Bai Yuzhi first saw the barrel of the gun, and then a large teardrop fell. She saw the sandalwood bead at her feet, so she picked it up, held it in her white and tender hands, and gave it back to Xu Cold Mountain.

"Master."

The color of the sandalwood beads is already deep, and it is even darker when soaked with the woman's tears.

The white jade and pink fingertips touched it, and the contrast between the two sides highlighted her fragility.

Xu Hanshan watched the bead being held close to him, and he sniffed it lightly. He couldn't hear anything wrong in his voice, but his words were very wrong.

"What kind of perfume did your wife use? It really suits me."