Jun Jiuling

For this cousin, Miss Jun has no memory except for her nephew. She has not seen it since she came to Fangjia.

This is the only grandson of Fang’s old lady. The only male blood of Fang’s family is born with nothing. When she is sick, the doctor asserts that she is not fifteen years old.

Miss Jun looked at this young master, this child is quite naughty, how to climb to the rockery.

Seeing Miss Jun look at herself, Fang Xiao’s calm face is smiling.

"Miss Jun is actually looking at me." He muttered, with a bit of joke, "Three peaches, to tell the kitchen, I have to add food to the young master at noon today."

A small beggar behind him listened to this and carefully watched Miss Jun.

Miss Jun did not speak, her nose around her head curled up.

"It’s really awkward, I met this short-lived ghost." She grinned, not disguising her face, and reaching out to help Miss Jun. "Miss, let's go."

The short-lived ghost clearly fell in the boy's ear. He didn't seem to hear it. He still smiled.

But Miss Jun saw a familiar atmosphere.

That was the look she saw from the mirror when she was ready to kill the man after she learned the truth.

Unsatisfied with anger, there is a raging fire in my heart, I can't wait to burn everything.

But we must do our best to suppress it.

In the end, he did not hide his mind, and he was seen through it at a glance, so that the enemy did not report it and was hacked to death.

This young age show is only a few cynical stubbornness is very good.

"What is your name?" asked Miss Jun.

Fang Xiao’s younger smile is more intense.

"It’s an honor, Miss Jun has to ask my name." He said, "Three peaches, it seems that the kitchen has to be filled with wine."

Looking at the condescending, Miss Jun still looks quiet, it seems that she can't hear her own ridicule.

Or I really can't hear it. This Miss Jun is an idiot with no brains.

He is somewhat interested in it.

There is nothing to say to this woman, perhaps because I saw the look of the face when the woman came.

The kind of lightness and lightness seems to be all in the grasp of the mastery, appearing on such a woman's face, it really makes people have to ridicule.

“Does a dead person still need a name?” he said faintly, without the interest of talking again, the little girl after the punch said, “Let's go.”

Xiao Yan was busy picking up the blanket that was covering him. He had to carry him on his back, and another small squat rushed forward to pick up the wheelchair.

Liuer licked her mouth, but Miss Jun stood still.

"There are of course people who need names," she said. "Some people are still alive but still alive in the hearts of many people. They don't necessarily need a name to live, because some people live like death."

Before I was alive, no one would care about her. Now that I am dead, I must let my name live in those people's hearts and become their nightmare.

The young master, who put his hand on the shoulder of Xiaoyan, made a slight meal, and the girl’s voice continued to come.

"The life of a person is not in the length. The fireworks are short-lived, but they are spoiled. Although the dead wood lasts for a long time, it is decaying."

Can this woman with a straw bag say such a thing?

The young master of Fangjia could not help but turn his head.

It can't be said that it is a straw bag. It is also the daughter of a reading family. How many books will be read to fill the facade.

Miss Jun looked at him.

"The dead man who lives is not named, and the cousin will not say this in the future," she whispered.

Master Fang Xiao couldn't help but smile.

Cousin? This is really a strange name, it is ironic.

"The cousin is right." Fang Xiaoxiao said with a smile. "I was wrong. I still need a name. However, my cousin does not need a name."

"What are you talking nonsense?" Liu Er blinked. "How can I miss the name of my lady?"

"Because I am going to die, and your lady is not dead." Master Fang Xiao said seriously.

Liu Er heard more confused.

"Are your brain broken?" she said. "You need a name to die, isn't my family alive?"

No wonder this nephew never came out to see people. It turned out to be not only a blind man, but also a madman.

This house is really too bad.

Fang Xiao’s hand rested on Xiao’s shoulder and barely supported the upper body.

"It’s because your lady still has to live for a long time," he said in a serious way. "And I am going to die. Before I die, there is a family business that my grandmother and mother have supported for me. I can make it enjoyable and profligate, but Grandmother and mother are old, they can't live your lady, once they die, then the big tree of Fangfang...Boom.."

He made a sound in his mouth, reached for a spread, and made a gesture of collapse.

".. This big tree fell, you can't have a big tree to enjoy the cold, cousin, you are such a beautiful woman, lost marriage, and hated Ning's family, and lost the blessing, this day is really bad. ...." He looked at Miss Jun and shook her head. She looked sad and sad. "Cousin, do you know how bad the days will be if you lose the family blessing."

Miss Jun smiled.

"Cousin, you mean yourself," she said.

Liu Er also grinned.

"What do you say, our lady does not need your family to bless, but you are still dragging the lady," she snorted.

The young master is laughing.

Yes, how he forgot, the two masters and servants sneered at the other's family, thinking that they ate and drank all the heavens and fell down, and it was ridiculous to tell them these words.

Probably he hasn’t said so much to people for a long time, so he has to say so much nonsense to this woman.

What is even more ridiculous is that it is nonsense for this woman, but it is desolate in his own heart.

Life has not ended before it has ended. For so many years, he thought that he had accepted it and let it go. The result was impossible.

Are they really cursed by fate? Are the wealth of their homes exchanged for their ancestors? They are because their great-grandfathers are so close to blood, so they have to squander their blood and make up their blood?

Grandfather, father, I have lived for a lifetime, then I have just sat down in a wheelchair when I just learned to walk. Life has not ended yet. What does God want to give birth to?

Why not let him die when he is born, why should he suffer from it.

The juvenile's hand held the shoulder of Xiaoyan, but he did not even have the strength to tighten his body.

He lowered his gaze and stopped looking at Miss Jun.

"Yes, I am talking about myself. Fortunately, I am very fortunate. I can go away after one year, and I don't have to suffer from it." He smiled faintly. "Miss Jun is also lucky, so I won't have to be dragged down by Fang Jia in the future." ""

Liuer licked his mouth.

"Miss let's go, don't pay attention to him," she said.

Miss Jun still stood still and looked at the young master who was taken up by Xiao Xiao.

"Miss, what do you want?" Liuer asked inexplicably, and he was somewhat worried. "Don't pay attention to the voice of the blind man."

"I want to not take the boat of the Fang family." Miss Jun said.

Fangjia's boat?

Fangjia does the ticket business, not the sea business, where is the ship?

Liu Er is puzzled. Is the lady confused by the blind man?

Miss Jun looked at the young master who was taken down the rockery and walked over.

The young master was carefully placed in a wheelchair by two small beggars, because his body was smashed and he was fiddled like a rag doll.

The two little sisters were very dissatisfied with Miss Jun’s standing and looked at it. They only felt humiliated, and Fang’s face was always dull.

"I can't help, I filthy Miss Jun's eyes." He said, "I live in a home with me, this is really the misfortune of Miss Jun."

Miss Jun’s sight swept over him.

"It is my misfortune to live with you, but I don't know if I can cure your illness, if you can't die in two years, it is fortunate or unfortunate," she said.