Looking at the pig head made by himself, Yan Murong suddenly realized.
"I'm sorry, I forgot that you are speechless now." Yan Murong apologized to Zheng Xiao sincerely. He felt that he really did something wrong - his face was swollen like that, and his teeth were damaged.
After losing so much, it's so unreasonable for me to force others to talk.
"Woo------"
After hearing Yan Murong's words and looking at Yan Murong's apologetic expression, Zheng Xiao felt even more aggrieved and cried louder.
He did it on purpose, he must have done it on purpose. He beat him up like this and acted like he was sorry. It was so hateful.
Yan Murong didn't care that Zheng Xiao was crying, so he grabbed his neck with his hands, and then rubbed the two acupuncture points behind the ears. After a while, the swelling on Zheng Xiao's face miraculously disappeared.
, if it weren’t for the fact that there were many finger prints crisscrossing the face and the pool of blood at the corner of the mouth was still clearly visible, no one would have believed that the swelling could subside so quickly.
"Okay, now you can talk."
"What did I ----- say?" Zheng Xiao sobbed and tried to say a word. She found that her mouth could be opened and her face no longer hurt. Apart from missing some teeth, her speech was a little slurred due to the leakage.
There is no discomfort.
"Did Zheng Wuming ask you to come?" Yan Murong repeated again - he didn't want to torture Zheng Xiao anymore to extract a confession. This was done in the dark, outdoors, without even a whip, and he whipped him for a long time.
My mouth and hands hurt.
"No, it's not." Zheng Xiao looked at Yan Murong in horror, fearing that Yan Murong would slap him again. There are some things that once you try them once, you never want to try them a second time.
Why should you smile and extend your right cheek when someone slaps you on the left cheek? This is pure nonsense. The person who said this must not have been hurt by the slap. If he can still say this when it hurts, then
He is either a fool or a madman.
"Fart." Yan Murong scolded angrily. "Do you think I am a fool or do you think you are a fool? Zheng Wuming didn't ask you to come. How can you come? Do you have to force civilized people to use violence?"
"I-----I'm telling the truth." Zheng Xiao felt extremely aggrieved. She used to be perfunctory with others, and she finally told the truth once but no one believed her. "I swear, if I lie to you,
Just let me not lift it again."
"Don't swear, you've almost stopped lifting, and you can't even swear. Swear is just like a fart. It merges into the air when you put it out. It can't be seen or touched."
"I really didn't lie to you." Zheng Xiao explained anxiously. "I just didn't like it when you contradicted my elder brother, so I found someone to block you. My elder brother really doesn't know about this. If he knew
, he will definitely not let me come ----- he always pays attention to keeping a low profile in everything he does."
"Okay, I believe you." Yan Murong nodded. He now believed what Zheng Xiao said.
Just as Zhen Wuming knows about him, he also knows some things about Zheng Wuming - although he is very low-key, after all, some of his things are regarded as interesting by many celebrities in the upper circles of Yanjing.
Just for a casual chat, plus the brief contact in the evening, Yan Murong knew that Zheng Wuming was indeed very patient.
Even though he had made it clear that he didn't want to give him face, he didn't even get angry. This kind of calmness was not something ordinary people could possess - at the same time, it also showed that he was very scheming.
Only a scheming person can hold back under such circumstances - this is not cowardice, but waiting. When you reveal your flaw, he will launch a fatal blow and retaliate against you a hundred times a thousand times.
Hit you.
If you don't take action, it will be fine. If you do, you will lose everything and die without a burial place.
Old man, is the Zheng family you are talking about Zheng Wuming's Zheng family? Yan Murong thought with a wry smile.
"I-----can I go?" Seeing that Yan Murong didn't speak, Zheng Xiao asked cautiously.
This devil, he didn't want to stay with him for a minute, no, for a second.
"Take out all the money you have and you can leave." Yan Murong said.
He only has a few hundred yuan on him now, which he borrowed from Teng Xiangling - it's not always the case to spend women's money, but his career has not yet started, so he occasionally does things like robbing the rich and giving to the poor.
It wasn't impossible last time.
Hearing Yan Murong ask for money, Zheng Xiao became happy. Just ask for money. He lacked everything except money. As long as he didn't want his life, even if he wanted his own chrysanthemum.
After happily giving all the thousands of dollars in cash he had to Yan Murong, Zheng Xiao ran away - the further away from him, the safer she would be.
Looking at the handful of red banknotes in his hand, Yan Murong sighed to himself, it turns out that making money is really that easy - he now began to suspect that the old man was controlling his economy by not allowing him to become a hero.
However, he now feels that it would be better if this idiot Zheng Xiao came to trouble him a few more times. It would be so easy to make money this way.
After being intoxicated for a while, Yan Murong walked out of the alley, ignored the four gangsters still lying on the ground, hailed a taxi and drove away.
When he arrived at the unfinished building, he happened to see a thin figure rummaging for something in a trash can outside a bar under a dim streetlight. The thin figure was dragged by the streetlight. Yan Murong
Just looking at it made me feel sad again.
Xiao Shunzi is suffering so much. Compared with him, he is much luckier. Although he has to suffer the inhuman torture every day, after all, he is still alive and has learned a lot of skills. What about Xiao Shunzi? He will do it in the future.
What will it be like? Will he be adopted by a kind person or will he die next to a garbage dump?
"Xiao Shunzi." Yan Murong walked up behind Xiao Shunzi who was rummaging for food in the trash can and called softly.
"ah!"
Xiao Shunzi was startled by the sudden sound. After panicking, she blinked her two big black eyes and looked at Yan Murong.
"You-----are you Brother Yan?" Xiao Shunzi asked in confusion as he looked at Yan Murong who had changed greatly.
"It's me." Yan Murong nodded. He didn't mind that Xiao Shunzi was dirty and smelly. He took his hand and asked, "It's so late, why are you rummaging in the trash can?
Why, is business bad today?"
"Brother Yan-----" Xiao Shunzi suddenly cried and threw herself into Yan Murong's arms. Her thin body just hung on Yan Murong's body, and her nose and tears were all wiped on Yan Murong's body.
Take it.
"Xiao Shunzi, don't cry. I'm back now, okay? Tell me if you have anything." Yan Murong stroked Xiao Shunzi's head and said comfortingly.