Chapter 1626: There Is Still One Year Left, and He Can only Wait to Die?

"Sister-in-law." Wen Shui's cheerful voice sounded, pulling her back to her senses.

Gu Chuyan restrained her expression, turned around and looked at Wen Shui, looking at his enchanting face, and asked: "Wen Shui, Mo Han will be 30 years old in one year. If... If the curse cannot be lifted, can he take the life-extending pill like grandpa?"

Wen Shui did not expect her to ask this. He was stunned for a moment and said vaguely: "This young master has never thought about it."

He turned around and took the car keys, wanting to escape, and said: "This young master has something to do, so I'll leave first."

"Wen Shui." Gu Chuyan looked at his figure, called him, and quickly followed his figure, and said to him softly: "Just tell me the truth, I can accept it."

"Sister-in-law, this young master never thinks about things too long-term, and I really haven't thought about this. Besides, isn't there still one year? For someone as powerful as this young master, what can be difficult for this young master?" Wen Shui smiled lightly, got into the sports car, made an OK gesture to her, and said: "This young master can do it."

He said, stepped on the accelerator and drove away.

The luxurious sports car left the hillside, bypassed the road, and stopped on the side. "Pop." He lit a cigarette and took a deep puff.

"Sister-in-law, I want to, too." Wen Shui whispered, his peach blossom eyes instantly red, as if he was suppressing some emotions.

He took a deep puff of the cigarette and coughed twice.

"Ring." His phone vibrated a few times. Wen Shui looked at the incoming call, turned off the phone, stepped on the accelerator and drove away, letting the wind mess up his handsome hair. He didn't brake hard until the sports car was about to hit the stone.

"Squeak." Wen Shui braked hard, his tall body leaned forward, he leaned on the seat, watching the night fall, the lights in S City, like stars, gradually lit up.

Mr. Hei's villa was brightly lit.

A beautiful figure sneaked in while the bodyguards were changing shifts, took off her high heels, and climbed in through the window.

"Hiss." Mr. Hei sat on the sofa, drinking red wine, and threw the goblet heavily on the ground, saying in a deep voice: "Threatening me? Don't forget who helped you get up back then."

The more Mr. Hei spoke, the angrier he became. He rushed forward and swept all the vases on the table.

The "bang bang bang" sound attracted the bodyguards, but he threw the vases over and shouted: "Get out, all of you get out."

A bodyguard was hit by him, and blood splattered in the air and dripped on the ground. He was dragged out by other bodyguards and closed the door for him.

"I'm not a puppet of the Hei family, I'm not." Mr. Hei raised his foot and kicked the sofa, but the door was pushed open and a figure walked in.

The figure was tall and thin like a skeleton, with deep eyes and terrible viciousness.

"Pah." The old man walked forward and slapped Mr. Hei, knocking him against the table. He hit Mr. Hei with an electric baton and said, "Puppet of the Hei family? You are not even worthy of being a puppet."

Mr. Hei was electrocuted and fell down, his body pressed against the glass pieces, and his body was stabbed. His bathrobe was stained red with blood. He looked up silently and looked at the old man.

"I redeemed you from Xiao Mohan, but you used me to betray me? Mr. Hei! For 30 years, you treated me as a puppet. Don't think I don't know what you are doing." Mr. Hei gritted his teeth and said.

He was stepped on by the head of the Hei family, blood oozed from the corner of his mouth, but he laughed wildly.

"My surname is not Hei. I know who is the child of the Hei family. I will make him...ah." Mr. Hei hadn't finished speaking yet, watching him pour a basin of water.