Chapter 518: The Relics of the Man Who Gave Birth to Me

After all, women understand women, under the light, the picturesque woman smiled kindly and gently, a piece of kindness, Shen Qianshu nodded.

Hamburg seemed to feel that the atmosphere was a little weird, and he didn't dare to sell cuteness, so he obediently lay on the sofa and looked at Shen Qianshu melancholy, as if he was looking forward to the owner who was giving him a haircut.

Zhong Ran said, Miss Shen, don't be too careful, it's my fault, don't feel guilty The number of times I have seen a lot of illness for no reason is nothing.

Shen Qianshu was suffocated in his heart, and he fell ill for no reason

See too much?

Nothing?

Zhong Ran must be an undercover agent of the enemy, specially here to pierce the heart.

With just a few words, you can imagine what kind of life Yeling lived.

I always feel that this brooch is a little familiar, where have I seen it? Zhong Ran took the box and looked at the bloodthirsty rose seriously, as if he wanted to see a flower, this dark red pigeon's blood ruby had a strange richness in the light.

Priceless. Bo Yi people don't have much research on gemstones, but this thing looks like it's priceless.

When he woke up in the middle of the night after the night tomb, the castle was brightly lit, Zhong Ran was afraid that he would go crazy, so he sent the cooks and security guards far away, leaving only people in important posts, and the rest of the people were resting, Bo Yiren, Shen Qianshu and Zhong Ran were still in the living room.

Sir, how are you? Shen Qianshu held his hand, he looked very gloomy, and looked at the strange ruby on the table with heavy eyes, Zhong Ran, Bo Yiren, you go to rest.

Bo Yiren and Zhong Ran glanced at each other and went upstairs, Bo Yiren had a guest room in the castle and seemed to be a regular visitor, Shen Qianshu had never seen her, but he didn't know.

Bloodthirsty Rose, where did you get it?, Yeling closed her eyes slightly.

It was sent by my master. Shen Qianshu told the truth and didn't dare to hide it, today the master came to me and gave it to me.

Ghost town people?

Sir, I don't know who Master's last name is, he is very young, in his early thirties, and every time we meet, we meet alone, at most it is his driver, and I have never heard the driver call him by his name. I'm just guessing that he is from a ghost town, but he doesn't have real evidence, I'm sorry! Shen Qianshu looked at him sincerely, and didn't want the two of them to be separated because of this incident.

You trust me, sir!

Is there anything special about this brooch?

This is not a brooch! Yeling's voice was solemn, this is the relic of the person who gave birth to me.

Yes?

He called his biological mother by the person who gave birth to me.

Yeling closed his eyes slightly, took a deep breath, he mentioned his biological mother for the first time in front of her, Ye Yifan said that Yeling was taken to Ye's house when he was less than three years old, and his mother's identity was a mystery.

So small a child, the memory is not there, he still remembers his mother?

Yeling seemed to be in extreme pain, his whole body spasmed, and he fell into a kind of pain of being pulled by someone, like an invisible person fighting against him, his whole body was stiff, Shen Qianshu hurriedly held his hand, sir, it's okay.

The Bloodthirsty Rose is the possession of a duchess, and is rumored to be a jealous woman who cursed her with her blood in exchange for a mysterious power. The owner of the gift will not die well and will be lonely for the rest of his life. This gift has been passed down from generation to generation for more than a hundred years, and it is worth a fortune, and eleven successive holders, all of whom died mysteriously, including her. Yeling sneered, of course, this is just a rumor, such as hoping for blue diamonds, the holder will bring bad luck, such as the eye of the creator, the holder will jump off the building and commit suicide, without exception. This bloodthirsty rose is even more typical of the curse.