Marriage With A Evil Heart

I walked through the gates of the courtyard with my mom, a mansion I’d been in before but was too young to remember much about.

“Their grandson?” I asked suspiciously, “I think his name is Floyd? What happened? A few years younger than me, if I remember correctly. Growing up he was a naughty kid, kinda annoying, hung around like a punk back then, even flirted with mine, just in time for my dad to see and lecture him, and I haven’t seen him since I went to college.”

“Yeah, that’s the kid, his grandfather and his dad can’t control him! At first your dad was thinking that if his family didn’t sell, this side wouldn’t be able to be connected and realize what your dad was blueprinting.”

“My dad’s pretty ambitious.”

My mom laughed, “That’s right, in your father’s mind, this is a long-term plan! This yard was the centerpiece of his plan, but his family not only refused to sell, but also encouraged everyone to raise the price. Your father was furious and threatened not to accept his family’s. The situation was deadlocked for a long time. The situation was stalemated for a long time, until Floyd had an accident and needed money urgently. It was only when Floyd had an accident and was in desperate need of money that he asked someone to come to our house to make peace with your father, and finally reluctantly accepted it.”

“So what exactly happened to Floyd?” I was a little curious.

“I heard he did something illegal, selling organs on the black market!” My mom whispered to me.

I was shocked, full of questions, “Him?”

My mom nodded, “It says it’s colluding with northern Burma, which is really bad!”

“North of Maine?”

I froze in place when I heard those two words, and I couldn’t help but think of Steven, so wouldn’t that mean that this Floyd is the same as Steven. Maybe they would still be connected.

Little did I know that this fleeting thought of mine would actually be borne out in the events that followed.

My mom sighed, and pulled me over with one hand, “Come in! This mansion is still ranked in this street, after taking over, your dad also found someone to repair it, the original old glazed tiles are still there, it’s still very stylish.”

My mom took me all around the mansion before she went through the front room to the back room where my dad was sitting in a rocking chair on the patio reading an old pamphlet.

“So you father and daughter talk, I have to hurry back and watch the kids! There’s no rush, I can keep an eye on Charles,” my mom told me turning around and heading back.

I paced over to my dad’s rocking chair and leaned over to look at the booklet in my dad’s hand, “What kind of book is this?”

“Southend’s county history about this old street!” My dad’s tone was rather calm, not like a businessman, but like a scholar.

“You still working on this?” I asked absently, then picked up the teapot on the ancient wooden tea table beside him, poured a cup of tea for my dad and another for myself, sat down in another rocking chair, and looked at my dad and flirted, “Are you trying to become the emperor of this street?”

My dad put down the county record in his hand and laughed twice in a warm voice, picking up the tea and taking a sip, “I would really like my daughter to be the queen of this place, not just the princess of the ancient streets!”

I looked at my dad abruptly and casually asked, “How do you know about the old street princess?”

It was just a joke between Blake and me.

“Of course I know, my daughter, of course I know!” He leaned back in his rocking chair and relaxed, “There was only one thing that went wrong.”Text © owned by NôvelDrama.Org.