MTL - The Most Loving Marriage In History: Master Mu’s Pampered Wife-Chapter 1758 Fujiwara Wild (5)

A sharp and restrained knife, the handle is also very simple wrapped around the dark cloth.

Fujiwara was looking down at this time, and he looked at the knife in his hand and carefully wiped it as if he was caring for a treasure of his own love.

There was freshly brewed water on the coffee table next to it, and the rising water vapor made him look awkward.

There was a sudden knock on the door outside, and then the door was pulled open, and a thin, slightly tall gray figure quickly caught his eye.

It’s a man who looks like he’s thirty years old. It looks like a close-fitting assistant.

"Young Master!"

The people quickly took their steps in front of the coffee table. The very respectful vines in the wilderness of the vines were lifted, and then they fell on the tatami on the side, and they began to take out the tea and tea.

After a while, the study room was filled with a quiet tea fragrance.

"Young Master, Master Lan Xiu has not answered the phone yet, I think..."

The man cautiously looked at the silent Vine Wilderness, tentatively speaking. "Maybe Master Blue Master, he..."

"He is running away from my phone. Since he doesn't want to pick it up, he doesn't have to fight anymore. When I used to, I would naturally figure out the situation there."

There was no shock in the tone, the voice was with some deep hoarseness, and the tone of the voice seemed to make people feel a little faint, or, depressed?

Of course, both of them speak very authentic Japanese.

"Young master, your injury is still not good, otherwise, take a rest for a while and then go over, the master will not rest assured that you are so past, and then, Miss Lizi is still here, otherwise, we will wait for the people in the well to go back, It is not too late for us to go."

The man carefully asked for advice from Fujiwara.

"That is the father's own business. The people in the Inoue family are himself."

Fujiwara said that he was not cold or hot, and he dropped the white handkerchief in his hand and took a cup of tea. He took a simple sip and then got up. He clasped the knife he had just wiped, facing the side. The piles not far from the wall smashed.

I saw the fierce knives flashing past, and across a large piece of air, I could feel the knives of the cold, and the feeling of a cold heart came, the man could not help but stunned. Subconsciously shrinking.

‘Hey! ’

'Snapped! ’

A few sharp cracks came, and in a flash, just now, a row of neatly past wooden piles had been turned into pieces in an instant, and the shattered dust from the crowd was stained with his clothes. It is a bit of a messy chill.

The man looked at it and didn't dare to say anything. It was so quietly looking at the messy parts that had been filled with the mess, until the tangled shadow of the knife was still cold, and he took a deep breath and took a white one. The handkerchief stepped forward and handed it over to Fujiwara.

Fujiwara was also picked up, simply wiped the blade, and then strode away from the knife of the meteor, and silently put away the sharp knife.

"Young Master, the ball of Miss Lizi at night..."

"Sumita, I don't know when your awareness has become so low, what is her dance going to me? Why did I let you do something now? Is there any news at the moment? Is your ability to do things back?"

The hoarse voice of Fujiwara is sandwiched with a touch of unpleasant coldness.

"Sorry, young master! Sorry!"

Matsuda quickly apologized. "We are far away in Japan. The situation there is not clear. Moreover, I found that the news about Miss Dong in the Z city has been suppressed. It is obviously someone who intends to do it. I think It should be against us, or maybe Miss Oriental itself does not want us to know her news..."

Matsuda’s words fell, and the indifferent face of Fujiwara’s face was more gloomy. The big hand holding the knife was tight, and Matsuda could feel that his big hand holding the sharp knife was shaking gently, and his eyes were silent. gloomy.

He turned his head and looked at the faint sunset outside the window. He licked the deep scorpion and secretly took a breath. Matsuda could also see that he had become pale and pale, and he felt that he was condensed. The pain.

"She can only be mine. This time, tie her to her side and let her hate me more. I will do whatever it takes, and it will always make me alone."

I have never seen a woman who is as indifferent as her oriental stream, he owes her, but they are destined to owe each other, she must ask her to return, he will also take him to return .

"Young Master, but this is not what we want, Miss Oriental is afraid..."

Matsuda is also very worried about looking at Fujiwara, and my heart is filled with a bit of distress -

It has been suffering for a few years, and both of them are so painful, especially their young masters. After that incident, they almost wake up from the nightmare every day. Every nightmare is called the name of Dongliu Liuyun. wake up.

He is very clear that the young master must have dreamed that Miss Dong left him.

In the past few years, Fujiwara has not done a good job. The whole person has lost a lot of laps. After a long period of time, the whole person is almost decadent. Every day, he puts himself in a busy work. Of course, The temper was a lot worse, the means was extremely cruel, and after the family had no sensation, a great cleansing, he stabilized his absolute successor status in Fujiwara.

"I don't want her, I have calmed down the things at home. I have to look at it. Who else dares to oppose me."

"But, the lord..."

Matsuda’s hesitant opening.

Wen Yan, Fujiwara's gloomy face pulled a disdainful sneer. "If he really likes Inoue, he may let him smash. Anyway, I don't mind if he has another mistress. Otherwise, he must abolish one. Women are not difficult."

Speaking of the back, the black scorpion of Fujiwara wild flashed a cold cold mang, and it looked like a black cloth hidden in the chest was pulled off in an instant, revealing a sinister heart.

Matsuda listened, and when he was in the heart, he couldn't help but take a breath of cold air. He quickly said, "Young master, you don't want to be impulsive. Miss Lizi is the apple of the Inoue family. If something happened to us, the Inoue family will not Good fortune."

"Then let her hurry back to her place."

Fujiwara's wild face fell with such a expression, and directly put the knife in his hand, and turned indifferently and walked directly toward the door.

When Matsuda returned to God, he could only capture the cold back.