The Third Thousand Two Hundred and Eighty-Two Chapters in the Heart of the Gods: The Princess's Sick Piano Teacher (Thirty-Three)

"Shuotian..." Zhao Huiya couldn't help but shouted in a low voice.

Such a voice made Jin Shuotian stop, and looked over impatiently, and saw the woman standing under the pear tree. After seeing who it was, there was a trace of disdain and disgust in his eyes. , said lightly, "It's San Yiniang."

Jin Yao's biological mother.

Jin Shuotian didn't like it at all, and even disliked it even more. At this moment, he said sarcastically: "My name was also called by your lowly concubine?"

Zhao Huiya's face turned pale, and her figure couldn't help trembling. She lowered her head and did not refute, knowing that she was out of control and said the wrong thing.

Seeing the woman like this, Jin Shuotian was even more annoyed in his heart, after snorting coldly, he rolled his sleeves and left.

Zhao Huiya looked at Jin Shuotian's back, her eyes suppressed the emotions that burst out at any time, her fingertips turned white, and she gripped the handkerchief forcefully.

a long time,

She took a deep breath, "Where does Jin Yao live?"

The maid replied, "Young Master, he should be... in the guest room today."

"lead the way."

If it was not necessary, Zhao Huiya would never want to see Jin Yao in her life, but what happened recently made her extremely uneasy.

It's just that Zhao Huiya didn't need to go to the guest room to find someone, so she bumped into the boy in white on the way.

A clear and clean touch of snow lined the figure of the juvenile Zhilan Yushu, solitary and cold.

Such a scent...

Not like a prank at all.

After Zhao Huiya saw the boy, her pupils shrank tightly and her legs softened. After forcing herself to calm down for a while, Zhao Huiya gritted her teeth and walked up.

"Jin Yao."

The voice was rusty and astringent.

Not at all like the voice a mother would make to her child.

Jin Yao had just returned from the outside, with a clean and shiny dagger that was still wiped by the master in his sleeve. The silhouette of the young man looked cold and deep in the night, and he had an indifferent and bloody temperament.

After the woman walked in, she couldn't help shrinking.

Jin Yao's eyes were very indifferent, even though the woman opposite was his nominal biological mother, she was still frozen in a deep pool.

"Jin Yao... don't go against your brother, it won't end well." When Zhao Huiya saw the young man's face clearly, her eyes were filled with unstoppable amazement and vaguely layered disgust.

When the young man was careless, when he was speaking in a clear tone, perhaps because the night wind was too cold and cold, he brought out a three-pointed playfulness.

It looks like a demon walking in the dark: "Jin Shuotian?"

For some reason, Zhao Huiya's scalp was numb, but she remembered her purpose and her recent worries, so she had to grit her teeth and continue: "Listen to what my mother said, Shuotian will inherit the Jin family sooner or later, and he will be the head of the Jin family by then. It's no good for you to offend him."

Seeing the boy's indifference, Zhao Huiya's heart was anxious and her eyes were red, "Don't you believe what your mother said?" Wei Wei choked: "Our mother and son have been separated for more than ten years, and my heart is restless day and night, you Did you know that I…”

The young man drooped his long eyelashes, and listened to the woman's words without expression. He said coldly, "Are you finished?"

When the words were interrupted, Zhao Huiya couldn't help being stunned, biting her lips and looking at the boy.

Jin Yao gave her a very indifferent look, that look was too cold-blooded, and subconsciously made Zhao Huiya take a step back.

The youth's thin lips parted lightly, and the sound was nice but cold.

"roll."

The emotion in Zhao Huiya's eyes gradually became horrified, completely unbelievable, and she did not respond to such a word at all.