Zhou Jian told the people of Hui Min, the original book, but saved the vampire.

When Wen Hui heard his father's name, the body shook a little, and the father's words seemed to be far away from her.

For this father, she can't talk about hate. Naturally, she can't talk about love. When she heard that Shaolong left the family, Huiyin still didn't understand things. The father's two words are just a symbol for her.

Zhou Jiandao: "This is the case. For some reason, I have to find this ring. I want to have a guilty reason. Your father certainly understands, but he still wants to take risks. Then he probably needs this ring to achieve a certain purpose. I was thinking, if he is in a certain dilemma, I can help him, then I need this ring."

Wen Hui looked at Zhou Jian and bit his mouth and said: "A Jian, do you want this ring?"

If you want to get this ring, it means no big danger. You don't want Zhou Jian to get involved.

Zhou Jian said slightly, "Yes."

The gaze of Wenying’s eyes fell, and she asked faintly: “Is it for strength?”

Zhou Jian naturally felt the fear of smelling people's wisdom. He hugged Hui Yin and said: "Not for strength, this ring is really important to me, believe me, okay?"

"Well... I understand."

"Reassured, I will be fine."

"Ok……"

On the early morning of the next day, the Hong Kong Island Morning Post reported that there were unidentified flying objects suspected of flying saucers over Hong Kong Island last night and published photos of the unknown objects.

At the same time, Hong Kong Island International Hotel was renovated. Huiyin and Zhou Jian both moved to the ancestral home of the Wenren family, and the guests who attended the banquet left the island and returned to Lingnan.

In the afternoon of the next day, Zhou Jian was planning a trip to the United States. In fact, there is no concept of what Zhou Jian has to do after going to the United States.

He lay on the soft big chuáng, sitting on his own arm, looking at the sky huā board quietly thinking, and smelling people's voices sitting on Zhou Jian's side.

For the smell of people and Shaolong, it is certainly impossible to smell people's wisdom. Although there is not much emotion, it is his father.

At about one o'clock in the afternoon, a knock on the door came out of the bedroom door. After the person heard the sound of "please enter", a middle-aged Fu girl dressed as a servant opened the door and said, "Miss, your call."

"Oh, thank you, Aunt Liu." When I heard the people's voice, I was a little bit confused. How could I find my own phone call to my grandfather's house? She is basically not here, and she should call her mobile phone.

Going out of the room and picking up the phone, there was a strange man’s voice "Is it Huiyin?"

Wen Huihua said: "I am, are you?"

However, there is a long silence on the phone.

"Hey? Can you hear me?" Wen Huihui repeated, if it wasn't the phone that had always heard a man's heavy gasping, she almost thought it was broken.

Is there a problem with the microphone? Wenming Huiyin thought this way, casually looked down at the caller ID, a very strange number, showing the attribution to the United States, seeing the people here, the sound of a slight glimpse, the heart has some kind of hunch...

She does not have a friend of the United States. The only relative is her father who smells Shaolong.

The wheezing sound from the phone is still heavy. It doesn't seem like a normal person's breathing, and the person's heart is slightly sinking. She bites her teeth and asks, "Are you a gentleman?"

There was a bleak laugh on the phone, and then the intermittent voice came from "Zurich Bank Code zur36-682166. I have signed the equity transfer in the safe deposit box. The password is your mother's birthday with proof of identity. ”

After listening to this intermittent speech, Wen Hui’s heart was filled with an indescribable feeling. The things that happened yesterday, the father’s heavy gasping, and the ominous omen of the conversation as usual, smelled people. Huiyin’s faint pre-feeling, the reason why his father suddenly called himself because he was about to die...

She smothered her mouth unconsciously, and the sadness in her heart came to life. She wanted to say something, but she didn’t know what to say. She just listened to the phone so loudly, listening to the one that came from it. The thicker the gasping, the standing still.

At this moment, Zhou Jian came out of the room. His hearing was very good. He naturally heard the conversation between Wen Hui and her father.

He walked over to the side of Wen Hui, gently grabbed her shoulder and whispered: "Call me, please?"

"Well," Wen Huiyin handed the phone to Zhou Jian. She was very painful at the moment, but she could not shed tears. The heartache seemed to come from an inexplicable sense of sadness.

"Uncle, I am Huiyin's boyfriend." Zhou Jian introduced himself.

He wants to ask about the smell of Shaolong, what trouble he has encountered, why should he get the miracle ring.

However, there was no answer on the other side of the phone. Gradually, even the heavy gasps were weak. Zhou Jian waited for a while, and finally sighed. He just wanted to return the phone to the people, and at this time There was a very weak voice on the phone. "If you really like Huiyin..............., help me... take care of her..."

It’s very sudden that Wen Shaolong’s death is really certain. It’s really at 4 o'clock in the afternoon of the same day. Wen Huiyin received an email from the United States. The signature is a woman who is called the late autumn. She is the wife who smells Shaolong. It can also be regarded as the little mother who smells people.

In the Na piece, she confessed to the time of the funeral of Shaolong, and hoped that Wen Huiyin could go to participate, and at the same time, announced the will of Wen Shao Shao to solve the problem of inheritance.

Although Zhou Jian knows that Shaolong will be in trouble, he did not expect that he would die.

In fact, there are not many good feelings about Wen Shao Shao, and some people think that he is not arrogant, and he is brave enough to resist the stubborn and stale family. He has a strong ability and can find a world, and he is a dragon and a phoenix. Jian seems that his behavior of abandoning his wife and daughter is really different.

This afternoon, Wen Hui has been sitting on the side of the chuáng with his knees, staring at the silk embroidered on the chuáng, without speaking or crying.

Zhou Jian walked over to her and sat down, whispering: "Is it sad?"

"Fortunately."

"The day after tomorrow, your father's funeral, participate?"

"Well, join."

"Then let me go with you."

Kavin, written at eight o'clock, still one thousand less, to make up tomorrow, sorry. ! .