Chapter 2118 (1/2)

Master and servant, you say a word, I say a word, straight Liu Bohan ashamed almost can't lift his head, wish to find a crack in the ground to drill in.

After enduring it again and again, Liu Bohan could not resist the impulse of not getting up and brushing his sleeve. However, his tone could no longer maintain good. He was very stiff and said, ”I just want an answer, and I want to know where my daughter has gone.”

”Well, I promise you.” Unexpectedly, the flower suddenly gathered a smile, very simply agreed to come down.

Liu Bohan, who is ready to continue to be humiliated by Mo Shanghua, is full of surprise.

Mo Shanghua put down the tea cup in his hand, and there was no expression on his beautiful face.

My eyes are as quiet as the lake, and I can't see the mood of happiness and anger.

Qin yapo was a little indignant, and was shocked by a look from a stranger.

Liu Bohan's complexion is complex and stares at the flowers on the street. After a long time, he turns his head and looks at the little guy behind him.

The boy opened the food box he had been carrying, took out a bowl of water from it, and held it in both hands.

I brought a bowl of water with me.

It's just how distrustful it is.

The flower on the street looks slightly cold, and the radian of the corner of her lips is particularly ironic. ”Liu Xiang really knows how to make a careful calculation. It's just a bowl of water, but she has to bring it with her.”

Without saying a word, Liu Bohan went up to pick up the same silver needle, pierced his fingertips, squeezed out blood, and fell into the bowl.

Mo Shanghua stood up and did not take the silver needle Liu Bohan had used. She took a silver needle from her sleeve and punctured her index finger to get blood.

Two drops of scarlet blood fell into the bowl, as if there was some special gravity, and soon blended together.

The flowers on the street are calm, and there are no emotional ups and downs.

It was neither joyful nor shocked.

Even a trace of the past grievances were vindicated grievances are not.

It is Liu Bohan's old face. After seeing the blood in the bowl, the changes on his face can be called wonderful.

First it was slightly shocked, then it sank a bit, and then it was full of complexity that could not be described.

For a long time, he sighed deeply, covered his forehead with one hand, and felt a little guilty, ”Qianqian, I'm sorry for you.”

”I'm no longer Liu Qianqian.” The flower in the street interrupts Liu Bohan's words in a cold voice, and his eyebrows and eyes are alienated. ”From the moment when my own father sent people to assassinate me many times, from the moment when my father knew the result well, he was still indifferent to me.”

After a pause, the last trace of coldness in her voice returned to nothingness, completely without a trace of emotion, as if facing a stranger, ”from the moment you gave the name to someone else, the real Liu Qianqian has already died of hatred.”

Liu Bohan has been silent for a long time. After preparing for a long time, he can't say a word at this moment.

Mo Shanghua turned to take a seat again and gracefully picked up the tea cup. ”Liu Xiang wants to know the result, please.”