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Chapter 67 Leukemia

The forehead was bleeding, and he was kneeling on the ground and couldn't even get up.

Upon seeing this, several accomplices around him stopped and stared fiercely at the man who suddenly appeared in front of them.

"You hit me? How dare you hit me?" Cun Tou came to his senses and looked at Lu Fan in shock. He collected bills for others and was domineering in the entire village in the city. He was the one who always hit others, and no one dared to do so.

Make a move on him.

"It is natural to pay back debts, but to hit someone is to humiliate a daughter's father in front of her. He is worse than a pig or a dog!"

Lu Fan swung the iron rod and was so frightened that he knelt on the ground and hid continuously.

"If any of you still want to take action, you can come up and don't waste my time."

Lu Fan glanced at the other people indifferently, and several of his accomplices were shocked. They felt the killing intent in Lu Fan's eyes, and they couldn't even think of any resistance.

Cuntou also realized that something was wrong.

He looked at Lu Fan with vicious eyes and roared in a low voice: "You, just wait for me, stand here and don't leave, I'll be back to find you right away!"

With Cun Tou running away first, several other accomplices also fled in a hurry, leaving even the iron bars and machetes on the ground, unable to take them away in time.

Lu Fan threw the iron rod in his hand to the ground, turned around and walked to the man, saying bitterly: "What's going on? How did it get to this point now?"

"Lao Lu..." The man looked at Lu Fan with complicated eyes, sighed and said, "Come in and sit down."

In a one-bedroom house, the living room is very small and can only accommodate a sofa and table. Going to the toilet and sleeping are all in the same place.

The little girl followed the man with frightened eyes and looked at Lu Fan with a hint of confusion.

"Xiaoxiao, don't you recognize me?" Lu Fan reluctantly cleared an open space on the sofa, sat on it and asked with a smile.

"Are you Uncle Lu?" the little girl asked in surprise.

She knew Lu Fan, but the last time they met she was still in fourth grade, but now she is about to graduate from elementary school.

"Go and buy a pack of cigarettes for Uncle Lu. Double Happiness, just tell me to charge it to my account."

The man tidied the living room briefly and limped over.

"Okay, those people might not have left yet, so it's not safe for her to go down now."

Lu Fan said, then looked at the little girl's thin face and asked, "What's wrong? Are you sick?"

The man looked at the little girl lovingly, waved his hand and said, "You go to the bedroom, I have something to tell your Uncle Lu."

The little girl nodded obediently, as if she was not surprised by what happened at home just now. She said hello to Lu Fan and went to the bedroom alone.

When Lu Fan and the man were the only two people left in the room, the man sighed and said, "Old Lu, why are you here? You shouldn't be here."

This man's name is Jiang He, and he and Lu Fan used to be co-workers at the construction site.

At that time, Lu Fan had just joined Tang's family, and was disliked by Shen Lu and was assigned to work on the construction site. He belonged to Jiang He's small class. Jiang He treated him well at the time, but Tang Huanxi didn't care about him. He didn't have a penny. It was Jiang He who lent him money first so that he could work on the construction site.

Even though he had enough to eat at the construction site, sometimes he would be kicked out of the house and sleep in Jiang He's simple shed on the construction site. The relationship could be said to be irreversible.

But later, because the developer defaulted on wages, Jiang He went to ask for wages for the migrant workers, and the developer asked someone to break one of his legs. The disabled man could not do anything on the construction site. Without a job, there was no income. For this reason, his wife still asked him

He was divorced, leaving a daughter behind who was raised by him alone by collecting scraps.

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