The young master who lives in the Xie family has been sick since he was a child. That year there was a severe drought, not a blade of grass grew, and the people suffered a lot. The young master was down for three years.
Three years later, Young Master Xie was critically ill and was not going to die soon. Master Xie shook his head repeatedly, and even his mother only shed a few tears. It had been a long time since his father had seen him, and he did not love his mother.
In mid-winter, the Xie family was brutally attacked. The bandits set fire to the Xie family, but they chose not to kill anyone. They even took the critically ill young master back with them, saying they wanted to bundle him back to be his wife.
The bandit leader pinched Xie Shiyu's little face and looked at it carefully. Xie Shiyu originally thought that this man was old and ugly, but he didn't expect that the other party was a handsome and handsome gangster gentleman.
Xie Shiyu: Am I going to die?
Lu Zuo: Don't say such unlucky words.
Xie Shiyu: Then do you like me?
Lu Zuo: Average.
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Gangster + Likes to scold his wife + Duplicity × Gentle and not talkative, sick and weak
Intention: There is a way to say it.
