Blessed To Have Each Other In This Life (Mu Shao, Your Wife Is Born Again)

Wei Yiran looked at Du Jiajun, who bowed down and bowed.

And everyone around him was watching him, wanting to know how Wei Yiran would react to Du Jiajun’s regret.

Wei Yiran said indifferently: “Knock your head, do you want to even out the previous things?”

The kneeling man froze, his back tense.

Upon seeing this, the uncle who made peace once persuaded him again: “Oh… the enemy should be settled and not be married. You two are cousins ​​after all. Why bother to get you to the point of life and death? Jiajun did the wrong thing in the past. He now Kneeling in front of you came with sincerity. As long as it can calm you down and let it be handled, the past will be wiped out. In the future, everyone will be good brothers…”

The subordinates beside Wei Yiran immediately choked: “Who would dare to be a brother with this kind of person?! Discounting other people’s legs and cutting off other people’s fingers, now I kowtowed and wanted to write off the previous thing. It’s so beautiful!”

The smile on that uncle’s face was a little uncontrollable, and he looked at Wei Yiran: “Once you are following Huo Ye, you must have a long-term vision and a broader mind…”

Wei Yiran raised his eyes, glanced at him faintly, and smiled coldly.

That’s it.

I chose to apologize on this day because he thought he would care about Huo’s face so as not to embarrass Du Jiajun too much. After all, if the entertainment city opened on the first day, it would be unlucky if it got bloody.

“What my uncle said is that you should be cautious in your words and deeds with Huo Ye.” Wei Yiran smiled, “However, what Huo Ye hates most is the person who can’t settle accounts.”

He looked down and looked at Du Jiajun on the ground, “As long as the accounts are settled, the previous grievances and grievances can naturally be written off.”

Du Jiajun knelt on the ground without making a sound.

After a while, a dagger was thrown in front of Du Jiajun, and the onlookers secretly inhaled.

“Broken legs are too troublesome, and I don’t want too much. You had people chopped off my three fingers at the beginning, but now you should return them to me.” Wei Yiran said.

Uncle’s face changed slightly when he heard this, and he wanted to persuade him again, but Wei Yiran interrupted——

“If you are not sincere, please come back. Today is the first day of the opening of the casino. If anyone comes to make a fuss, it would be too bad, what do you think?”

The other party closed his mouth with an ugly expression and stopped talking.

Everyone looked at Du Jiajun on the ground.

Wei Yiran bent down slightly and said to him mildly, “If you are reluctant, go back and rest, Master Du.”

Du Jiajun began to shake all over.

As if he was extremely angry and extremely angry, his entire face was extremely red, and his breathing was almost panting. Under all eyes, Du Jiajun picked up the dagger on the ground——

“Master Du is a clever ghost. When I was looking for someone to teach us Brother Wei, he chopped up the right hand. Now I want to use the left hand to pay off the debt? Ha! The difference between the right hand and the left hand is huge!”

Wei Yiran’s people mocked Du Jiajun.

Du Jiajun gritted his teeth fiercely, and the hand holding the knife changed to another…

There was no help in the crowd of onlookers. Everyone stared straight at Du Jiajun, wanting to see if he would actually chop off his fingers.

The palm of the hand was against the ground, the five fingers were slightly apart, and the sharp blade hung above, trembling slightly, but did not fall.

A few drops of sweat fell on the floor.

Du Jiajun was sweating in the air-conditioned room.

Wei Yiran looked at him quietly.

Some people waited for a long time without seeing him drop the knife, and they began to talk strangely–

“Heh, is this person persuaded?”

“I’m so scared…”

“It’s usually so horizontal, but it turned out to be unseeded.”

“Chop his fingers, I don’t think he even dared to cut the layer of skin? Hahahaha…”

Undisguised ridicule, sarcasm, booing… Stirring Du Jiajun’s nerves, his forehead blue veins burst, and his breathing became heavier.

Finally, he completely collapsed and threw the dagger in his hand!

“Wei Yiran! Are you a bastard!”