Pillow wife: Emperor Shao, give birth to one

Chapter 1072 After I die, I want to be buried with Xiao Qi's tomb
Probably exaggerated by this dull atmosphere, Ji Liunian lit the cigarette after Shura.

The blue smoke was burning, and it became a bit choking all at once.

Ricky was the one who didn't want Shura to smoke the most. He wanted to say something to stop him, but he endured it in the end.

After about two cigarettes, Ji Liunian looked at Shura again with his cool phoenix eyes, and said, "July, I won't want it."

Shura nodded sincerely, and he said: "I know. But, I hope that this money can be controlled by her. Whether it's to help the victims of the disaster, or to do charity, it's good to have her name on it."

Ji Liunian flicked the cigarette ash, smiled coldly, and said, "That's unnecessary, instead of this, you might as well donate it in your own name."

Shura shook his head, his attitude was tough and straightforward, "No... I am a person with blood on my hands, and doing this kind of public welfare will only tarnish the original meaning. In a sense, it is also a slap in the face to remind myself original evil."

Ji Liunian didn't speak, and the silence was longer this time.

Probably the tea in the purple sand pot was cold, so he replied calmly: "If you have anything else to do, please finish it together."

Regarding the agreement, it is probably a final conclusion.

Shura brewed a new pot of tea, and this time he spoke very directly.

He said: "One more thing, after I die, I want to be buried next to Mo Xiaoqi's tomb."

Ji Liunian stood up straight away, looking indifferent and decisive.

Suppressing anger in his cold voice, he squeezed a few words out between his teeth: "Impossible! I don't agree, and neither will Mo Linfeng. Don't even think about it."

Shura smiled, like the remnants of a summer blooming, he said: "I didn't make any special demands, you just need to help me convey my last wish after my death. If Xiao Qi agrees, then none of you have the right reject."

...

The two talked for half an hour.

Apart from the previous two things, it was about Ji Liunian's amnesia.

It's simpler than Ji Liunian thought, the hidden blood clot in the back of the head doesn't need craniotomy, just take medicine.

In the end, Shura also gave the medicine to Ji Liunian. In his words, I'll give you the medicine. Whether you want to take it or not, it's up to you whether you believe it or not.

In fact, when Ji Liunian left, he thought carefully that he couldn't take this medicine.

That's right, he doesn't trust a man with a criminal record, let alone the murderous Shura.

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Karl made an appointment at a high-end coffee shop near the financial commercial street in Paris.

There, on the one hand, it is close to the hotel where he lives, and on the other hand, it is close to the hospital, which is convenient for arranging Chang Qing to go to the hospital for a follow-up visit.

An Qiyue and Ji Liunian were half an hour earlier than the scheduled time.

Carl was leaning on the hood and smoking a cigarette when the two got out of the car side by side.

The garage is lit with red and white lights all the year round, and even this gives people an irrepressible sense of damp and dryness.

Karl looked at the end of the flickering fireworks, men and women walking towards him, the corners of their mouths raised slightly, and a sarcastic smile suddenly appeared.

When they approached, he took a deep breath of the cigarette, and sprayed a few beautiful smoke rings on An Qiyue's white face.

An Qiyue was caught off guard by the spray, frowned, looked at Carl's sinister and beautiful face, and said, "I don't remember when you became a smoker."

Karl raised the end of his eyebrows, his appearance was alluring, even more enchanting than a woman.

He said lazily: "Let's go, lest you go late and miss the wonderful show."

(End of this chapter)