Allen nodded: "Not one left!"
"It's good to die." Gu Jin murmured, and slowly stood up.
She knows An Mingji's difficulty better than anyone else. In Wanhai City, the scene of him being humiliated by other people will always be deeply imprinted in her heart.
Now the distinguished leader of the Darwin family, who knew that he was so miserable that he begged for a living.
Even begging, it is inevitable to be beaten, humiliated, and tortured, just like a homeless dog.
Her little Ann, before she knew it, had suffered and suffered so much.
Gu Jin left the room in a trance, and didn't see it when she left. Alan's face behind her changed.
Alan watched Gu Jin go upstairs, closed the door, turned around and bowed towards a certain direction in the room.
"Master, Miss Gu is gone."
There was a crack in the door next to the bedroom, and the sound of a wheelchair rolling could be heard in the room.
An Mingji pushed the wheelchair out, his delicate and handsome face showed no expression, his whole body was surrounded by negative energy, low pressure, and a sense of suffocation spread.
Alan noticed the displeasure of the Patriarch, and his body couldn't help bending a little deeper.
An Mingji glanced at him, but he pushed the wheelchair out of the room without making a sound.
He knew that Gu Jin must be concerned about the scene during the day, and if she didn't ask him, she might ask someone else.
These days, he can see that Gu Jin is familiar with Alan and Linda.
Linda was sent out by him to carry out a mission, so Alan was the only one left.
He guessed that Gu Jin might come to ask Alan.
However, what he did not expect was that what Gu Jin asked did not happen during the day.
An Mingji's heart was a little confused. Gu Jin's last question was, are they all dead? It's good to be dead. Why do these two sentences sound weird.
Could it be that she still wants to avenge him.
An Mingji shook his head lightly, with a mocking smile on his lips.
He returned to the room and smelled a familiar smell in the room that didn't belong to him.
"Where have you been?"
Sitting on the bed in the house, with legs crossed together, Gu Jin, who is full of laziness and sleepiness, is reflected in An Mingji's eyes.
He narrowed his eyes and asked calmly, "Why didn't you go to sleep?"
"Can't sleep, come to find you."
Gu Jin got up, walked to the door, and pushed An Mingji's wheelchair into the room.
When she came to the bedside, she accumulated spiritual energy in her hands, and easily picked up An Mingji.
Putting him on the bed, Gu Jin lay beside him very naturally.
The faint scent of Gu Jin poured into the tip of his nose, and An Mingji's heart began to beat faster.
He pressed his thin lips tightly, and they couldn't help turning white because of too much force.
The heartbeat was so fast that An Mingji tried his best to breathe lightly, for fear of being noticed.
Gu Jin's cultivation is advanced, not to mention An Mingji's heartbeat, even the sound of blood flowing in his four meridians and eight veins, he can hear it if he wants to.
In the quiet room, there was a sudden chuckle.
Gu Jin laughed lowly, stretched out his hand to hold An Mingji's hand, and said with a smile in his voice, "Xiao An, how old are you this year?"
Such a grown-up man, yet his heart beats faster in the face of a woman.
It's very innocent.
"Twenty-five." An Mingji's voice was hoarse.
Gu Jin's smile remained unchanged: "At twenty-five, he has become a reliable man."
An Mingji didn't understand what she meant by this.
"Is there a woman you like?" Gu Jin asked again.
"No!"
The exit was quick and firm, even a bit of gnashing of teeth.