[Chapter 85 Chapter 085 Wake up]
"What? Mr. Xie is here?"
Shen Ji'an was so shocked that he dropped the fish in his hand.
Lin Mo got off the car first.
Shen Yihan and Shen Ji'an were taking things from the trunk.
Now both of them looked over with wide eyes.
The butler's mouth twitched wildly, "Not yet."
I'm fine, sir!
He said this on purpose just to make Miss Lin feel sorry for him.
My husband is too honest. Doesn’t he know how to use the strategy of inflicting pain on himself?
He thought Miss Lin would stay at home to take care of her husband during the day, but he didn't expect her to be out for the whole day.
One is careless and the other one doesn't know how to use tricks!
But it made him so anxious!
Lin Mo frowned, "Where is he now?"
Housekeeper: "The private doctor came and gave him an IV drip, but the fever didn't go away and he didn't wake up..."
The butler hadn't finished speaking yet.
"Whoosh".
All I saw was a figure running into the villa.
The housekeeper raised the corner of his mouth into an auntie smile.
The personal doctor said that the gentleman just lacked rest.
I've been working all day today, with one video conference after another.
The wound became a little infected and caused a fever.
I didn’t get enough rest and fell asleep as soon as I had a fever.
It’s not serious. My personal doctor said he will wake up after the IV drip!
I can’t imagine how happy the husband will be when he wakes up and sees Miss Lin by his bed!
whee.
However, at this time.
With another "whoosh", a figure ran in.
The housekeeper's Erkang didn't have time to stretch out his hand, "Hey!"
Don't disturb their world of two!
The next second, a tall figure also went in.
This one is more stable and doesn’t require running.
Even the long legs have left afterimages!
housekeeper:"……"
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"The son born by a bitch is also a bitch!"
"Why bring people from the slums back? They're so smelly and dirty!"
"Want to eat? Go fight the dog for it. If you can get it better than the dog, it's yours!"
"You're the one who stole my things! Was it you? I knew it was you! You're the only one in the family who came from the ghetto!"
The skinny boy had a small mole on the tip of his nose. He said in a low and firm voice, "It's not me!"
The boy who was slightly taller than him sneered and kicked him to the ground.
"You don't admit it? Then I'll beat you until you admit it!"
The whip hit his chest again and again.
The thin boy was made aware of the burning feeling in his chest.
The other party came prepared, and the whip was no ordinary whip.
It has barbs on it.
Every time the whip struck, blood and flesh were torn out.
The pain was so severe that I felt like I was going to die immediately.
His eyes turned fierce and he grabbed the whip with his backhand.
The man holding the whip was caught off guard and fell to the ground.
The thin boy turned over and pressed on him, punching him in the face again and again.
The man on the ground had blood all over his face and was wailing.
The thin boy had a smile in his eyes, blood dripping from his palms, and said sternly: "Don't mess with me!"
"Oh, you dare to hit our eldest young master! You want to die!"
Someone rushed over and pulled him down.
The boy with blood all over his face stared at him and cursed: "How dare you hit me! How dare you hit me, you untouchable!"
He picked up the barbed whip on the ground and wanted to whip him again.
But I heard the thin young man say word by word: "If you hit me again, I will kill you."
He just looked at him like that, with the mole on the tip of his nose stained with someone's blood, like a Shura from hell.
This statement may just be a threat.
But the taller boy didn't dare to gamble.
He is a rich young master, and the other is just an illegitimate child brought back from the slums by his father.
He has nothing, and yet he has everything and a bright future.
"Just wait for me!"
The boy, his face covered in blood, dropped the whip and walked away.
The thin boy broke free from the servant's shackles and walked towards his own room.
The bloodstains on the ground were winding all the way.
While stumbling, I met a little boy.
The little boy spat at him in disgust, "Get out of my house, you bastard!"
He glanced at the little boy and kicked him hard.
The little boy rolled on the ground twice, crying loudly.
He didn't even look at it and continued walking back.
The little boy's mother came out and saw this scene. She asked angrily, "Are you going to rebel?"
The old man just came back from get off work.
The woman cried and complained, "This is the untouchable you took back. He beat up both of my sons! How dare you keep someone from the slums in your home!"
The old man frowned when he heard this.
Even though she saw the blood on his chest, she still slapped him in the face and said in a deep voice, "This is not the place for you to act wild!"
He slapped her back and smiled, "I didn't ask you to take me back!"
If the little princess encountered this situation, she would definitely fight back.
The old man was stunned and covered his face, cursing, "Then get out of here!"
This sentence did not make the thin boy change direction.
He still walked towards his own small room, a small room where even servants didn't live.
It hurts, it really hurts, my whole body hurts, as if it's festering.
Physiological tears flow down.
Sometimes I think it would be better to just die.
Anyway, no one in this world loves him and no one cares about him.
But he had something he was attached to, so he couldn't die.
Go back to the small room to pack your luggage. You don’t have to stay here.
Life here is even harder than in the slums.
There is very little luggage, but there is something I must take with me.
It was a white T-shirt.
This was what the little princess wore at that time, and it has become too small for her now.
He cut the cloth in pieces, bought cloth of the same color, and sewed a new one.
I have been wearing it this way until now.
Carrying the suitcase out the door.
I don’t know how long I walked.
Walked to a beach.
It was dark on the beach, and the evening breeze blew over with moisture.
He was too tired to walk anymore and wanted to rest for a while, so he lay down and closed his eyes.
My head feels dizzy and my body feels hot.
Darkness, dizziness and pain came at the same time, and the soul seemed to be dragged down by something.
It feels so bad, so bad, so bad!
But at this moment.
Suddenly, the light and pleasant voice that he had longed for came to his ears.
“Wake up!”
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