Cold-blooded killer four princesses

【Xiaoyu: Which two people should I write first? ~~Alright, let’s write Yin Xitong first~~]

While Situ Yihen was driving, Yin Xitong and Yun Lanzi were talking about what happened in the past four years in the back seat

"Sister, do you still hate me?" Yun Lanzi asked suddenly

"Of course not, why would you ask such a question?" Yin Xitong laughed, even if that incident hadn't happened that year, he would have to go on this path after all because he is, the Holy Lord, this is an unchangeable fact

"But I always felt that I harmed my sister!" Yun Lanzi cried suddenly

"How did that happen?!" Yin Xitong hastily wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes

"Really?!"

"Of course!"

"Hmm, hehe..."

Situ Yihen sat in the driver's seat and smiled at them from the rearview mirror

"Tong, I will never betray you..." These words are too absolute...

--Yun Family--

Yin Xitong stood in front of the Yun family's villa, and smiled slightly: It's been four years, and I'm back again...

Situ Yihen took Yin Xitong's hand from the side, and walked into the villa with her

"Father, father! Sister is here!" Yun Lanzi yelled loudly as soon as she entered the villa

Yin Xitong frowned slightly, Nuo Da's villa didn't even have a single servant...

"Zi Yun," a thick male voice came from the kitchen

"Zi Yun," Yun Junling's voice came from upstairs

"Dad, brother." Seeing his father coming out of the kitchen wearing an apron, Yin Xitong's eyes were wet

The original black hair turned white, and the whole person had a faint sense of decadence

"Zi Yun" looked at his daughter who had grown up, Yunlong smiled gratifiedly, a sad feeling filled his heart, how did his daughter live in the past four years... "Sit down first, the meal will be ready in a while"

"kindness"

Situ Yihen was speechless, this is the first time he has been ignored... "Uncle"

"En?" Yunlong, who was about to enter the kitchen, turned around again, "Shao Hen? You..."

"I came with Tong"

"Oh, wait a minute, it will be fine."

"En..." Yin Xitong turned his head and glanced at Situ Yihen, knowing that he also noticed something wrong with his father

Situ Yihen just shook Yin Xitong's hand a little harder, signaling her not to worry.

Yin Xitong nodded slightly. Since when did they have such a tacit understanding?Or, was there a tacit understanding? ...

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