Chapter 29: I miss my brother, and when I think of this...
The relationship between Chi Liuai and Meng Yuzhi reached a freezing point.
Like a child drawing a line on the 38th parallel before going to school, Meng Yuzhi sternly snatched the cigarette lighter from her hand and searched Chi Liuai's room for all sharp objects.
Chi Liuai looked at her ungenerous husband in disbelief.
By the way, be warned, if there is a child in your home who learns to put cigarette butts in his mouth and smokes without permission, then it may be someone else who gets beaten.
"These are all mine, you are not allowed to take them."
Meng Yuzhi said indifferently: "It's mine now."
If this continued, all of Chi Liuai's treasures would be taken by Meng Yuzhi. It was really unbearable. He hadn't even found out anything about his brother, and he was already penniless. Chi Liuai felt that he was being set up by Meng Yuzhi, and even his working hours were shortened.
Meng Yuzhi, who used to not show up until 10 o'clock in the evening, now supervises her to complete the day's homework every night and checks the results.
Maybe the Meng family will go bankrupt soon.
Meng Yuzhi has an easy job, so he is now finding ways to get his own money.
Chi Liuai snuck out of bed in the wee hours of the morning, feeling irritated. She began to count the valuable jewelry, clothes, and bags she could take home. As she counted, she realized it wasn't enough for her and her brother's expenses. After all, Brother Yuzhi didn't seem like a frugal stay-at-home husband. This little money wasn't enough for her, Meng Yuzhi, and her brother to live on together...
She couldn't support Meng Yuzhi.
Her brother is still waiting for her to show respect.
She absolutely cannot bear the hardship of poverty.
What is the problem?
Bah! Who wants to live with a stingy guy like Meng Yuzhi!
If Meng Yuzhi was not generous, Chi Liuai would not be willing to continue being intimate with him. That was why the next morning, Meng Yuzhi rarely stopped on the stairs and was stunned for a few seconds.
The servant also looked unhappy and hesitated to speak.
The 38th parallel between Meng Yuzhi and Chi Liuai endangers every item that Chi Liuai likes in the house.
She took some sticky notes that night, wrote "Chi Liuai's belongings" on them, and pasted them all over the house.
Some people have also mocked it, but it’s useless.
In their eyes, Chi Liuai was just like a useless child who had never grown up. When he was reminded that everything in the family was given by Meng Yuzhi, it was better not to create conflicts in such an unequal relationship. A child's temper would always disgust men.
After hearing this, Chi Liuai was confused: "What are you talking about! Isn't what belongs to Brother Yuzhi mine? Could it be that it's also theirs?"
After saying that, he snapped his hands and covered the small tree in front of him with colorful sticky notes.
Pink sticky note: [Chi Liuai's sapling]
Blue sticky note: [Mr. Meng picked it up, so he is only allowed to look at it once a day.]
The white sticky note thoughtfully explained that Chi Liuai wanted to show off his law school accomplishments: "I saved the sapling, so it's mine alone. Mr. Meng picked it up, and Chi Liuai is willing to let him take a look at it under my supervision."
There was a special note at the end, saying that he was only allowed to look at the saplings and Meng Yuzhi was not allowed to peek at him.
I don't even want to call him daddy anymore.
Meng Yuzhi stood outside the French window and walked out. There was a gentle breeze in the front yard. He didn't know when such a slightly tall sapling appeared in his home. It shouldn't have been there. It was of poor quality and had experienced a typhoon. It was accidentally washed on the road where Meng Yuzhi was returning home. With all the luck, it was kindly taken in by Meng Yuzhi.
At that time, I believed that meeting someone was an opportunity, so I felt kind-hearted.
Being certain that it would not grow into a towering tree, the gardener did not put much thought into it in the next few days. Over time, Meng Yuzhi also put the unimportant sapling behind his mind.
It was luckier again.
Because one day, a little girl was in the garden, thinking she was diligently watering the trees. The girl looked at the saplings, and because it was a warm day, she mistakenly thought they were quite alive. The hem of her skirt still had a trace of muddy mist. With a sigh of helplessness, she wiped the sweat from her forehead with the back of her clean hand and exclaimed, "I really am a little gardening genius!"
Just water it and you can grow a small tree!
From then on, Chi Liuai would give a little care every day when he was busy.
The sapling is alive.
Grow taller.
It still cannot be a towering tree, but it is a thunderstorm seedling.
Meng Yuzhi bent down and picked up the rolled-up pink sticky note. A sturdy figure approached from the shadows, stumbling a bit on the road, but still pushing hard against Meng Yuzhi's chest.
As a result, she tripped again. Meng Yuzhi reached out and gently stretched her so that the girl could act coquettishly in peace.
"Just one look!"
The girl blushed.
"You're not allowed to look at me either!"
In order to avoid becoming a pauper, Chi Liuai vowed to defend every favorite item in his home to the death.
Some talkative servants were also fired.
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Inside the abandoned cabin.
Old Li was really afraid that this job would fall on him. The occasional barking of dogs outside would make him scared.
I should have known not to be greedy for that foreigner's money.
He threw half a can of water into the chained hatch and saw that the man inside didn't move at all. He thought that it was not just the iron door that was locked, but the man was forced into the cabin, had his arms removed, and was tied up alive.
"Brother, just give them whatever they want," Lao Li said, reluctantly, "It's better than dying."
He really didn't dare to go in and open the bottle of water for the man.
He was such a good fighter that he saw with his own eyes the man facing a group of black-clad bodyguards alone, yet he managed to hold on without making a sound.
Before he could continue.
There was a knock on the door of the simple room outside the cabin. Old Li gathered his coat, followed the dim light, and walked in.
It was late at night when a man handed over a business card. Old Li Fang made out the character "Meng" and stared. It turned out that the dark mass behind the man wasn't night, but a swarm of bodyguards.
They respectfully invited the gentleman they were referring to.
The gentleman, dressed in a suit and tie, was elegant. Old Li's house was a renovated illegal structure, and the walls were still covered in signs of demolition. He didn't even have a proper stool; he just had a few plastic stools, a folding table, and two taels of white wine. The gentleman walked steadily, not deliberately sitting down to embarrass Old Li. He sat politely in front of Old Li, never crossing the line of embarrassment for the impoverished.
While Old Li was still feeling sorry for not having a decent living room to accommodate this big shot on TV, he smiled and said sorry for bothering him.
How polite.
It would be better if there were fewer bodyguards behind him.
Old Li looked down at the card, then up at the man, then down again. He couldn't believe that the head of the Meng family, who had been featured in the social news as the Philanthropist of the Year yesterday, would appear late at night in an abandoned riverside town in a small, war-torn country on the edge of the country.
The pair of expensive leather shoes stepped into a world that no one would ever be able to touch in their lifetime. Here, the Chinese boss of the freight leader was holding a flame and trying to light a cigar for the gentleman, but the gentleman refused.
With the gun in his hand.
"Excuse me."
Bang--
The iron door of the abandoned cabin was completely closed, and white sand was flying around. Lin Zhun coughed and used his eyelids to pry open the stuck blood scabs. The glaring incandescent light made him subconsciously turn his head. A pair of clean and tidy leather shoes slowly appeared in his sight and stopped.
Lin Zhun looked up.
The water bottle mixed with mud on the ground was getting closer and closer to him.
The visitor considerately picked up the half-full bottle of mineral water on the ground. The bodyguard beside him wanted to do it for him, but Lin Zhun's shoulders trembled, and he tried to wake up his heavy brain with his breathing. He saw the man slowly pull open his leather gloves, revealing a slender and broad palm. The hand was wearing a metal watch that reflected the light. Lin Zhun locked his gaze fiercely.
It’s Meng Yuzhi!
He strolled leisurely, seemingly enjoying Lin Zhun's recent misfortune. After being satisfied, Lin Zhun snorted coldly at the man in front of him. He was still unsure of Meng Yuzhi's intentions.
But Lin Zhun was quite happy.
From the moment he took over the task, he personally designed a plan to expose this batch of smuggled goods to the Italian Mafia, causing suspicion from Ron and his godfather. Then Meng Yuzhi's secret agent in the police was exposed, and this batch of goods was seized by customs. Meng Yuzhi was also investigated, but Meng Yuzhi's business has always been clean, and no dirty accounts could be found. But it's hard to say for others.
Lin Zhun had completely placed himself between two opponents, facing a spear, just to bite Ron back? Meng Yuzhi was intrigued at first, but later realized that this anxious man was just trying to get him out of the way and trip him up at some point.
Another young boy.
"You could have hidden yourself away that night, why didn't you leave?"
Meng Yuzhi didn't mind the mud in the water bottle at all. He twisted the bottle cap with his own hands. This action slowly revealed the still fresh wound on the wrist bone, with tender teeth marks. He gritted his teeth and decisively pulled Lin Zhun's eyes to move, which were red, astringent and fierce.
The two were silent, understanding each other tacitly.
Lin Zhun sneered and said provocatively: "My ring fell off."
His ring fell on the road.
He and Liuai's rings fell on the road.
His and Liuai's wedding ring.
A few minutes after Lin Zhun rushed back without hesitation, he was stuffed here by Ron's men for a month.
"Where's Mr. Meng? Why is Mr. Meng willing to come here?" Lin Zhun's voice was hoarse as if a blood vessel had burst. "Did he finally get some time away from the police?"
A soft laugh erupted from Meng Yuzhi's chest, followed by a helpless sigh. The fishy, smelly mineral water slowly poured over Lin Zhun's head, mingling with blood, slowly moistening his dry, purple lips. Lin Zhun's voice finally became less hoarse, and he looked at Meng Yuzhi.
I guess he might ask about the wooden sign.
Maybe he would inquire about the location where the other half of the cargo sank into the sea.
His relationship with Liu'ai was kept very secret, and not many people knew about the connection between them. After all, Lin Zhun was an illegal resident, and he gave the only qualification for household registration to Chi Liu'ai, allowing her to study, learn, see a doctor, and stand upright in society.
Lin Zhun started working as a thug for local hooligans at the age of thirteen. Until now, he has had various identities. It is so confusing that Lin Zhun can't even remember how many names he has, how many missions he has done, and how many dirty deeds he has done...
The cell phone rolled in front of Lin Zhun.
It's his.
The bright screen showed the person I was calling - my sister.
Lin Zhun's throat tightened, and the water dripping from his forehead irritated his eyes, making them bloodshot.
He saw Meng Yuzhi slowly put on his gloves again.
Backlit, looking down at him condescendingly, even though he was gentle and polite, the arrogance and dominance in his tone were overwhelming Lin Zhun.
Accompanied by the sweet ringtone set by the girl opposite.
Meng Yuzhi pursed his lips and said, "I think you need to let my wife know that you are safe, so that she can have sweet dreams in the future without crying."
Lin Zhun felt like he was dragged into an ice cellar, and his whole body was numb.
He had gone through so much trouble, crossing borders, negotiating, and risking his life with a gun, to find me, all for this reason...
"elder brother!"
The sweet and coquettish tone on the phone permeated the stinking cabin.
Lin Zhun swallowed, trying to make his voice sound less awkward.
Meng Yuzhi narrowed his eyes at this moment.
Raise your wrist and check the time.
In China, it’s three o’clock in the morning.
very good.
I miss my brother so much.
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The author has something to say:
Liuai: I have always been a good kid who sleeps well [rainbow fart]
Meng Yuzhi: Do you still think of your brother in your dreams? (*^_^*)
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