I can't stand it anymore: The abstinent president has so many tricks

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Situ Lingyun's low and old voice slowly echoed in the basement, and Han Simin, who was already a little scared, was shocked.

Fortunately, she was very familiar with the voice, and this woman who usually liked to watch palace dramas was no stranger to such scenes.

I remember that those emperors who were on the verge of death would find places where ordinary people would be afraid to entrust their children to.

For a time,

Recalling all the unusual warnings, Han Simin's desire to seize power and usurp the throne became even stronger.

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"Okay... okay sir, I'll go there right away as you requested."

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Han Simin responded attentively, took off her shoes, held them in both hands, and walked slowly along the cold concrete floor in the direction where the sound came from.

Soon a faint light appeared in front of her eyes. Seeing that the old man's face was paler than yesterday, Han Simin felt very happy.

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"Master, why are you in the basement? This place is dark and smells weird. You should go back to the study."

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Situ Lingyun did not answer her question, but moved the candle and deliberately turned Han Simin's back towards the dead souls.

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"No hurry. I've been feeling a bit irritable lately. This place is surprisingly cool. It would be good to stay a little longer."

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Han Simin didn't understand what the master meant at all, but the icy cold feeling under her feet made her pace non-stop.

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"Master, it's very cold here, can you let me put on my shoes first?"

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Situ Lingyun glared at her, his fierce eyes looked particularly frightening under the dim candlelight.

Just by looking at each other, Han Simin swallowed unconsciously.

Perhaps she was worried that the old man would pounce on her and bite her in the next second, so she hurriedly explained.

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"Master, I was just joking. Actually...actually, it's good to be barefoot. Just...just think of it as a foot massage."

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The words fell,

Situ Lingyun then retracted his gaze, picked up the key in his hand and played with the candlelight while giving a cold command:

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"Throw away your shoes and walk barefoot to feel the baptism of your soul."

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Han Simin: “.............”

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Subconsciously, she glanced at the old man's feet and found that Situ Lingyun was also not wearing shoes. Han Simin seemed to understand why there was that smell in the basement.

But I have to say that this old guy's feet are getting too smelly as he gets older. I wonder how that little vixen can endure it on a daily basis.

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"Master, I see........."

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Han Simin, who regretted coming to this shabby place today, wanted to say something else, but Situ Lingyun's subsequent question made her stunned for a moment.

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"You must have known about Jianan's departure a long time ago, right?"

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Han Simin: “................”

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After a slight hesitation, Han Simin hurriedly explained.

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"Master, what are you talking about? Jianan... Didn't we decide together that Sister Jianan would go to Jing City to visit Jingxue's husband?"

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Perhaps she saw a hint of suspicion in Situ Lingyun's eyes, and in order to cover up her own actions she pretended to blame herself and took the initiative to take responsibility for her mistake.

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"Master, I know you miss Jianan, but I am also responsible for this matter. If I hadn't raised this suggestion at the beginning, we wouldn't be in this situation now."

"In the final analysis, it's all Simin's fault for not thinking things through. I didn't see the danger earlier in this matter, which is why I made you sad."

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After hearing this, Situ Lingyun's eyes tightened, and the fingers that were fiddling with the candlelight suddenly increased their strength.

As the hot wax dripped onto his skin, the old man with clear eyes and a clear mind sighed deeply.

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"It seems that you didn't understand what I meant. I was asking you if you knew about Xue Jianan's escape, and what role you played in her elopement with Situ Sun."

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Han Simin: “..............”

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Suddenly, Han Simin felt a chill coming from behind her, her body softened, and the shoe she was holding in her hand fell to the ground with a snap.

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"Master.....what do you mean by this?"

"Wasn't Jianan kidnapped? How...how could she elope?"

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Seeing that this woman was still acting with him, Situ Lingyun scolded coldly:

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"For the sake of our marriage, I'll give you one last chance. If you still don't cherish it, don't blame me for being cruel."

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While talking,

Situ Lingyun fiercely put the candle on a chair beside him, stood up and glared at the woman in front of him with murderous intent in his eyes.

Clearly feeling the fierceness between the old man's brows, Han Simin realized in an instant that Situ Lingyun was pretending to be sick these days.

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"Master, this matter...this matter..."

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