flstandardbreds Chapter 350 A Big Joke
Chapter 350 A Big Joke
Han Xinyue was all too familiar with the tall figure.
But! This familiar figure was not the one she had been hoping for at all.
"why you?"
As soon as she blurted it out, Han Xinyue's expression changed drastically, from her previous smugness and anticipation to her current confusion, bewilderment, and shock.
He involuntarily took two steps back.
He shook his head repeatedly. "Impossible. How could something be wrong?"
How could she not be shocked? Han Xinyue's eyes were filled with utter bewilderment.
The person who came was not Duan Yao, whom she had been longing for, but Duan Yu, the biological son of Duan Yao's second brother.
I don't know which step went wrong, but it turned out so ridiculous.
Han Xinyue thought about it again and again, and concluded that there couldn't possibly be anything wrong with it.
She went to the Duan family's old house herself, and she personally took the swaddling clothes out of Duan Yao's room.
After they came out, she escorted them all the way back to their home in the Splendid Mountain Villa.
There is absolutely no possibility of any deviation.
Furthermore, the blood droplet from earlier was perfectly absorbed into the swaddling clothes.
I really can't understand it, I just can't understand it!
Why did Duan Yu come? Is God playing a cruel joke on her?
She chuckled helplessly twice.
Laughter echoed in the empty room, and the look in Duan Yu's eyes was extremely sinister.
"roll!"
A command came out of her mouth in a low voice.
Unfortunately, Duan Yu's eyes were vacant and he was completely dazed at this moment, unable to hear any of Han Xinyue's orders.
Instead of leaving, he actually walked into Han Xinyue's house.
The next second, Duan Yu walked up to her in a few steps and looked her up and down with empty eyes.
It was as if he was examining something that both intrigued and frustrated him.
Han Xinyue once again growled and pointed outside, "Get out!"
It's still a pity, it's useless, it can't give any orders at all.
Because Han Xinyue did not make any further physical contact with him, she could not arouse Duan Yu's desire.
So Duan Yu continued to wander around her house, doing things her own way.
With his empty expression and wooden demeanor, he looked around, and finally, his gaze shifted, his entire body fixed on the swaddled baby on the coffee table, and he stopped.
Han Xinyue, "!!!"
She's never been stupid; on the contrary, she has her own way of thinking.
Back when she was still known as Lou Yue, she was often praised as the most talented woman in the capital.
Duan Yu's behavior at this moment made her guess something, namely that the reason why he suddenly came here tonight was because of this swaddling clothes!
In other words, that swaddling cloth was most likely not Duan Yao's, but Duan Yu's?
Thinking of this, Han Xinyue felt so suffocated that her chest felt like it was about to explode.
She was so upset that she wanted to kill Duan Yu on the spot so that she could vent her frustration.
There's a frustrating feeling of being busy and full of anticipation, only to find that all your efforts have been in vain.
"Get out!" A hysterical roar burst from her incongruous red lips, again and again.
However, the power of the witchcraft was still great, and such a roar had no effect whatsoever on Duan Yu, who had completely lost his mind.
Duan Yu even picked up the swaddled baby from the coffee table with particularly wooden movements, looked at it, and sniffed it.
It was during these strange movements of his that Han Xinyue suddenly remembered the series of methods that Mo Yundu had taught her.
Correct!
The only way to get out of this predicament is to burn the swaddling clothes.
Only by burning it can the problem be solved at its root.
Thinking of this, Han Xinyue stepped forward and reached out to snatch it.
However, Duan Yu, who was clearly like a puppet, seemed to realize some great crisis and tightly protected the swaddled baby in his arms.
His eyes were vacant, but his actions were full of provocation.
"Give it to me." Han Xinyue tried to drop her roaring tone and spoke in a gentle voice.
Duan Yu was unmoved.
Suddenly, he raised his hand and gave Han Xinyue the middle finger.
It's not very harmful, but extremely insulting.
Han Xinyue was so angry she felt like her heart and lungs were about to explode.
After severing ties with the Duan family, he continued to grow and improve every day, and naturally, his martial arts skills did not suffer either.
Duan Yu is nothing to her.
They stepped forward and kicked him in the groin. With a cry of pain, they saw him holding the swaddled baby in one hand and clutching his groin with the other.
It was clear that she was in a lot of pain, but Duan Yu just wouldn't let go and wouldn't drop the swaddling clothes.
Han Xinyue gritted her teeth, not quite understanding, but could only make one more move.
This time, witchcraft was added to the attack.
Normal people are powerless to fight back under the influence of witchcraft, and Duan Yu was no exception; this time, he did not persist.
With a loosening of their grip, the swaddled baby fell to the floor.
Upon seeing this, Han Xinyue quickly bent down and picked it up.
Like a puppet, Duan Yu instinctively tried to snatch it, but he was neither as fast nor as skilled as Han Xinyue.
Not only could they not steal it, but they also had to watch helplessly as the swaddled baby spontaneously combusted in Han Xinyue's hands.
The flames rose instantly and burned ever brighter.
Duan Yu seemed to be very afraid of fire and quickly backed away.
But he didn't retreat very far. He stopped when he reached a suitable distance and watched with great reluctance as the swaddling clothes burned away bit by bit in his eyes.
Seeing that the swaddling clothes were almost burned, Han Xinyue stopped roaring this time and coldly said to Duan Yu, "Get out!"
Duan Yu's shoulders slumped instantly, and as if he had received some command, he turned around with a blank look in his eyes.
Then, very obediently, he walked out the door and left Han Xinyue's house.
A few seconds later, the clear sound of the elevator arriving rang out, and the sound of the elevator doors closing made Han Xinyue's taut nerves snap.
He collapsed to the ground, utterly exhausted, like a puppet with its strings cut.
The community garden downstairs.
Song Beiyou and Gu Panpan looked up as the flames on the two 16th floors of the building rose and fell, and sighed several times.
Gu Panpan counted on her fingers, "The person who came wasn't your boyfriend."
Song Beiyou hummed in agreement, "No."
She also figured it out: her boyfriend was not currently located there.
Gu Panpan almost burst out laughing. "This is really strange. Did this woman who had plastic surgery come to the wrong person?"
This is absolutely hilarious!
I wonder which big grudge it is.
I only regret that I can't be on the front lines and be the first to watch the drama unfold.
I want to see the true face of that woman who had plastic surgery, and I also want to see the true faces of the people she summoned.
Song Beiyou stared at the direction of the building entrance and took a deep breath.
She didn't know where things went wrong, and was still hoping her boyfriend could escape this predicament.
Upon closer inspection, it became clear that her boyfriend's misfortune was yet to come.
The moment the flames on the 16th floor were completely extinguished, he stood up from the stone bench and said, "Let's go to the basement; that person has come down."