330 The First Assassin (23)

As usual, Ye Shen came to look for trouble again when he was idle.

The handsome young man in fine clothes raised his head and rushed nearby arrogantly. Suna leaned against the door with his arms folded, not even bothering to look up at him.

In Ye Shen's opinion, the reason why the other party was able to stay in the Ye family smoothly was thanks to his blessing. If he hadn't happened to have the chance to save him, Suna wouldn't have the qualifications to stand in the courtyard of the richest palace in Jiangdu.

Although there is really no choice in terms of strength, aren't these masters here just to protect them?

Money can make the world go round.

Who made his family rich?

Suna ignored him, but the system noticed everything while he was idle and bored.

[Madam, this person seems to be a passerby who is crazy about adding drama to himself. 】

Crazy to gain a sense of presence in front of the protagonist.

Or the kind of person who is full of inner drama and confident.

Seeing Suna turning a blind eye, Ye Shen ordered unhappily: "Hey, go get me a bowl of water!"

After waiting for a long time, the person leaning idly at the door did not move.

"Forget it if you don't agree. Just respond. It's not polite at all." Ye Shen felt as if he had been punched in cotton.

Suna really disliked the noise, scratched his ears and said coldly: "What about you?"

"What's the meaning?"

"I saved you, have you ever said thank you so far?"

"..." Ye Shen felt like her throat was stuck. I couldn't say a word to refute for a long time, so I walked over angrily and pointed at her with my finger.

"Believe it or not, I asked father..." Midway through his words, Suna frowned and suddenly went up to grab his wrist.

The initial malice comes from the obsession to make people surrender. Especially after begging her later, this malice gradually amplified.

Ye Shen struggled for a while, but couldn't pull his hand back. The pain in the bony wrist is still increasing, as if the blood in the blood vessels is blocked.

"It's rude to point fingers." Suna looked at him expressionlessly, "Don't mess with me."

Ye Shen really felt that his wrist was about to be cut off, and for a moment he forgot to shout out because of fear.

It wasn't until Suna threw his hand away in disgust that he opened his eyes wide in surprise: "Aren't you afraid that I will tell my father?"

"It's enough for me to ensure that you don't die."

Suna shrugged fearlessly, turned around and jumped over the high wall.

Ye Shen jumped on the spot in pain and kept shaking his wrist to relax.

The door of Ye's house is not closed.

Not far away, Linhuai happened to see the two people at the gate of the courtyard when he was passing by.

The young man was still dressed in black, leaning against the door casually with his arms folded. She has a slender figure, her black hair is neatly tied up, and there are soft strands of hair on her temples.

The young master in Jinyi across from him was very close, and the two of them seemed to be talking about something.

Later he was caught on the wrist.

Lin Huai stood quietly in the distance and looked at them. His pure and beautiful appearance was a bit serious. His long eyelashes trembled, and his eyes unconsciously focused on the two hands that were touching them.

It's strange, I feel uncomfortable.

Contact between men is normal, isn't it? Just like how you usually get close to yourself.

A few hours later, when Linhuai reacted, he had already arrived at the door of the old store.

The old emperor is not allowed to tell fortunes without asking for money.

An old woman passing by saw him and kindly reminded him: "Young man, this store is no longer open."

Linhuai blinked her eyelashes slowly, pursed her lips unconsciously, and asked softly: "Why?"

"Fortune-telling and all that, of course, are all for the purpose of defrauding money! Many people have complained to the government, and the old man was naturally taken away not long ago."

After leaving, the old woman couldn't help but look back at him and raised her eyebrows in confusion.