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Chapter 310

Chapter 310: Wumian, there should be no hate

Translator: 549690339

Yuan shaojing’s sudden visit shocked the entire Lin family.

Even Luo Wenbo, who was skeptical about the relationship between Lin Hanxing and Yuan shaojing, couldn’t care about anything else and rushed downstairs to welcome him.

He was different from the Lin family, who had a strong sense of purpose.

On the other hand, Lin Hanxing, who was directly involved, changed his clothes and went straight to the guest room, just like he had in the morning.

He re-boiled the tea.

The Lin family was full of smiles and was ready to welcome Yuan shaojing in high spirits, but they saw a man with a walking stick get out of the black luxury car in the distance. He didn’t even care about the people around him holding an umbrella for him as he rushed towards the villa’s entrance.

Perhaps he had walked too fast, so he seemed to be walking a little unsteadily.

“Mr. Yuan!” Lin youlin recognized Yuan shaojing at a glance. Just as she reached out to greet him, she saw him walk past her without even looking at her, as quick as a gust of wind.

“Where is she?” He looked around, but did not see the Lin family’s girl.

Yuan shaojing’s expression was cold and could even be called fierce, as if he was about to meet his enemy!

“Ah? Who is it?” Lin youlin didn’t know how to react.

Luo Wenbo thought that he had seen through the trick, and a raging fire burned in his heart.

I’m afraid I’ve been tricked by Lin xiaojiu!

After hearing Lin xiaojiu’s words, she thought that she could help the Lin family get closer to Mr. Yuan, but looking at Yuan shaojing now, he looked like he wanted to eat Lin xiaojiu up. How could he help the Lin family?

Lin xiaojiu, Oh Lin xiaojiu, you’re so calculative and sharp-tongued!

“Where is she?” Yuan shaojing hit the ground with his walking stick, and the rain washed over him. He didn’t even open an umbrella.

“He’s in the guest room upstairs,”

Luo Wensu’s voice successfully attracted Yuan shaojing’s attention.

“I’ll lead Mr. Yuan up.” Luo Wenbo didn’t show it on his face, but he was still unhappy in his heart.

Luo Wensu seemed to have noticed it and took a step back.

Uncle hai hurriedly followed.

Lin Hanxing was sitting quietly in the guest room, looking out of the window at the rain that was still falling.

Inside the room, the fragrance of tea filled the air.

It was no longer the 18 trees in front of the Emperor in the morning.

The door of the reception room was pushed open from the outside.

Lin Hanxing looked away and turned to the door.

Yuan shaojing’s face, which seemed to have been specially favored by time, was now pale after being washed by the rain. His deep eyes stared at Lin Hanxing, who he had seen for the first time, and he looked very fierce.

“Aunt Mian likes to be clean. Mr. Yuan, please clean up before you come over.”

Lin Hanxing reached out and flicked the candle with a toothpick. The moment he finished speaking, Jiang Xibao had already walked towards Yuan shaojing with a towel.

“She’s not dead!” Yuan shaojing didn’t even look at it, nor did he take it.

Luo Wenbo felt that the conversation between the two of them sounded like a heavenly book, but he didn’t want to leave.

Lin youlin, who was following closely behind, had the same thought.

Lin Hanxing’s hand stopped moving. He looked up expressionlessly and glanced behind him.

“Uncle hai!” With just one look, Yuan shaojing understood what she meant.

Uncle hai was indeed well-trained. The mute uncle, who had walked out from the corner, attacked at the same time. In just a few moves, the Lin family members who were unwilling to leave were all shut out of the door.

“Tell me she’s not dead!” Yuan shaojing’s hoarse voice sounded again.

“I’ve said it before. Please clean yourself up before you come over. Otherwise, you won’t get any answers from me.”

Lin Hanxing’s voice suddenly turned cold. He lowered his eyes and did not look at him.

After a long time, Yuan shaojing finally took the towel from Jiang Xibao’s hand.

He began to wipe himself carefully, but his eyes seemed to be in pain.

After he had really cleaned up, Yuan shaojing walked towards Lin Hanxing and sat opposite her.

At Xi Bao’s position in the morning.

“Have some tea to warm yourself up.” Lin Hanxing pushed the boiled tea in front of Yuan shaojing, not in a hurry to give him an answer.

Yuan shaojing picked up the teacup numbly and drank it in one breath, not caring if it was hot or not.

When the tea entered his throat, the familiar taste made his body tremble.

&Quot; in the past, aunt Mian would always make you this pot of herbal tea after your social events. At that time, you were never nice to her. You were always cold to her, but you never treated Cheng Lingyun like this. &Quot;

Lin Hanxing’s voice was cold, as if he was telling a story.

She would often think of aunt Mian’s last days. As if she knew that her time was up, she held li Sinian’s only old, yellowed photo in her hand and waited under the longan tree.

Uncle Yingluo, why do you hate me? If I could make the decision about love, I would also wish that I had never fallen in love with you.

Yingluo, I’ll be in pain too, I’ll be sad too, how can you do this to me!

That night, she was drunk and lay on his shoulder like a kitten.

The tears that flowed out soaked his clothes.

The memories that he had thought he had forgotten were like a flood that had broken through the floodgates after hearing Lin Hanxing’s words, and they couldn’t be stopped, causing Yuan shaojing’s expression to look pained and sinister.

&Quot; you seem to have forgotten that in front of you, she is not the cold, arrogant, and decisive master of the Li family. She is the little girl who knew that she was adopted since she was young, and after her parents died, she was homeless and homeless, and then driven out of the Li family. &Quot;

“She has never forgotten who she is, and you ...”

“I forgot about her.”

Lin Hanxing looked at the tears flowing from the man’s eyes, but his eyes did not waver at all.

“Don’t say anymore! Don’t say anymore!”

The memories crushed Yuan shaojing. He never dared to think about how cruel he had been to Yanyu in the past, but now, it felt like someone was using a knife to cut his heart!

Just this was enough?

&Quot; aunt Mian, she ... &Quot; Lin Hanxing seemed to have suddenly thought of something and a faint smile appeared on his face.

“Look at me, how could I forget to tell you that the Li Yanyu you were talking about changed her name after leaving you?”

Yuan shaojing raised his head to look at her, the veins on his forehead bulging.

“Wumian, I’ll call her aunt Mian out of habit.”

“Mister yuan can make a guess. Why did it have to be these two words?”

Lin Hanxing held the teacup and sipped slowly. This was not a question that she wanted to ask, but a question that someone else wanted to ask.

“Zhao wumian, there should be no hate.”

Wumian should not be hated!

Why didn’t Yingluo save him?

Yingluo is my son’s life, is she too cheap?

Uncle Yingluo, my son is dead, but her daughter is still alive ...

How could he not hate her?

“Do you still remember what lisnian looked like?”

Lin Hanxing didn’t care how heartbroken Yuan shaojing was.

She only remembered the despair in aunt Mian’s eyes when she mentioned the child who died young.

Even after the passage of time, it was still deeply engraved in his heart.

Lin Hanxing found the yellowed photo from the side and pushed it in front of Yuan shaojing.

The photo was obviously touched by someone every day. It was yellow and old.

The corners were already worn out.

“I’m afraid you’ve already forgotten.”

“Then let’s take a good look.”