083 Robbing a bank didn't even give me this chance.
"That trick of yours won't work on me. It's better to go find those old men in the political situation." He glanced at Youtian sarcastically, and Caesar turned around again.
Youtian shrugged boringly but didn't care. He was right, he was the male favorite in the political circles, but he didn't think there was anything wrong in order to survive. After all, he was an unqualified killer and he was not as strong as Caesar.
power, so in order to survive he can only sell his body, otherwise he will have no reason to live...
"Won't you follow me back? It seems that your mission has been completed." There was no fluctuation in Caesar's voice, and it was so light that it almost disappeared in the air, but as long as you stand next to the whole man, you will feel a great feeling.
The pressure is so strong that my lungs almost stop working.
"The old man is really good at using resources. Now that the identity of the young master has been confirmed, someone must protect him. He is not willing to waste your time killing people, so of course he has to be protected by a worthless person like me.
Young master, although I rely on my body to make a living now, don’t forget that I was also a killer before." The smile at the corner of his mouth turned a little bitter, Youtian lowered his head and looked at the carpet, his long eyelashes drooped down to cover his eyes.
to the look.
Yan Xiaoyu didn't take the initiative to tell Jin Shaoyang about Caesar. After all, they were not officially dating, they were just friends. Jin Shaoyang didn't mention it too much. He probably didn't care what Yan Xiaoyu was thinking...
.
However, at night, he saw a note left by Caesar in his kitchen. It was written in Chinese, but the handwriting was a bit unflattering: "Baby, next time I appear in front of you,
You will be mine forever."
Yan Xiaoyu viciously balled up the note and threw it into the trash can, cursing: "Crazy!"
At this moment, the phone rang. Yan Xiaoyu glanced at it. It was an unfamiliar number. Could it be that it was selling insurance?
Yan Xiaoyu, who was already in a bad mood and met the insurance salesman, calmly refused to answer the call. However, within a few seconds, the call persisted and came in again. It was still the same number.
I wonder why insurance sellers are so dedicated these days. I frowned and answered the phone, "What kind of insurance do you sell?"
The person opposite was obviously stunned for a long time, and then a very young and nasal voice came: "Brother, is that you?"
The corners of Yan Xiaoyu's mouth twitched twice. Did this guy call the wrong number?
"Which one are you?"
"Brother Xiaoyu..." This time, the young voice was already crying, and Yan Xiaoyu was stunned. Damn it, there's no point in being cute!
So he said coldly: "Say your name."
"...Brother Xiaoyu, I, I am Yan Xiaolei." The boy over there said intermittently. It was obvious that his voice had not yet changed, and his voice sounded even more immature than Yan Xiaoyu's.
Yan Xiaoyu blinked and seemed to have some impression. His legendary half-brother seemed to have this name?
Dad’s naming skills have not improved at all! Each one is more vulgar than the last!
At this time, the crying over there was getting louder and louder, and there was even a heartbreaking trembling in the voice: "Brother Xiaoyu, my parents were in a car accident and they were hospitalized."
"Oh...ah?" Yan Xiaoyu was stunned gorgeously. Although he had never even seen his younger brother and his so-called stepmother, after all, he was his father!
"Is it serious?" The laziness in Yan Xiaoyu's voice was gone.
"They are all in the intensive care unit. It has been two days, but dad still hasn't woken up." Yan Xiaolei's voice was low, and it was obvious that he was crying.
Sighing, Yan Xiaoyu scratched his hair frantically: "Where are you now?"
"Hospital." Yan Xiaolei said weakly.
"Damn it, brother, I'm asking you which city you are in! I was evicted after I was eighteen years old. Who knows where you are living an ignoble existence!" Yan Xiaoyu is also a little angry. She usually doesn't call to ask herself during the Chinese New Year.
In a sentence, now that something happened, I remembered that I still have such a brother. What kind of qualities do you have!
But when I thought about it, I felt a little helpless. After all, the other person was just a teenager, probably eleven or twelve years old. At a time when his parents were both in a coma, there was really nothing he could do but come find his brother.
After asking for the address, Yan Xiaoyu rushed to the hospital where they were staying overnight. When he arrived, he happened to see Yan Xiaolei sitting on the steps with runny nose and tears.
He had never seen Yan Xiaolei before, so he walked over first and asked, "Yan Xiaolei?"
The boy quickly raised his head, his big eyes filled with tears.
Yan Xiaolei doesn't look like Yan Xiaoyu. He is chubby and has thick lips like sausages, which looks a bit funny.
"Brother Xiaoyu!!" Yan Xiaolei rushed to him and wiped his tears and snot on his coat. He had never seen this brother before. He had only heard his parents mention it a few times.
His parents had no other relatives, so he didn’t remember his brother until two days after the incident, so he found Yan Xiaoyu’s number from his father’s phone book. Fortunately, Yan Xiaoyu hadn’t changed his number in several years, otherwise Yan Xiaoyu would have
Xiao Lei may never find him in this life.
Yan Xiaoyu patted his back: "Have you found the driver who caused the accident?"
Yan Xiaolei, like other children, has no resistance to beautiful people, especially when he sees his brother, who is simply prettier than a woman, he pulls her tightly and refuses to let go, but her voice is a bit muffled.
Boring: "There is no surveillance video on that stretch of road. The police said they were looking for it again, but..."
"But there may be no hope in this life!" Yan Xiaoyu took his words sarcastically. In a place like China, he didn't have much hope for some things.
"Take me in to see them." Yan Xiaoyu led her brother into the hospital.
Yan Xiaolei held his hand tightly. This was the first time he held someone so tightly. At this moment, Yan Xiaolei's body was shaking a little. To Xiaoyu, it was like his last life-saving straw.
generally.
Moreover, Yan Xiaoyu's hands were very slender and warm, as if just holding his hand was like holding the whole world.
Through the glass window of the ICU ward, Yan Xiaoyu looked at his father, whom he had not seen for four years, and didn't know what he was feeling.
Yan Xiaolei cried hard, but Yan Xiaoyu just showed no expression on his face. Time is such a good thing. It's just that we haven't seen each other for four years, but now he actually feels like seeing a stranger.
Some people say that people with thin lips are unfeeling, and he probably falls into this category. He smiled self-deprecatingly, and Yan Xiaoyu looked at Yan Xiaolei's mother.
Yan Xiaolei must have inherited his mother's appearance. The woman's skin was a healthy wheat color and her lips were thick. Even when she was lying there weakly, she gave people a very rich feeling.
"Do you still have money there?" Yan Xiaoyu suddenly said this after an unknown amount of time.
Yan Xiaolei shook his head with tears in his eyes and his voice was still muffled: "I only called you because I had no money. All the available money has been used up, but there is still a shortfall of more than 200,000. This response deserves
Sold the house."
Yan Xiaoyu knew that medical treatment was expensive these days, but he obviously didn't expect to be deprived to such an extent. If the cost was still more than 200,000 yuan, if the cost of later recovery was added, the cost would be 1.8 million yuan. It seemed that it was really worth it.
Sold the house!
"How many houses do you have?" Yan Xiaoyu suddenly thought of a very practical question. If there is only one house, will they have to drink northwest wind after being discharged from the hospital? And if they are eager to sell, the price will not be too high.
, they will probably blame themselves when they wake up and sell the house without permission.
"There's only one set." Yan Xiaolei pitifully stretched out a fleshy finger.
Okay! Yan Xiaoyu shrugged helplessly. It seems that the house cannot be sold. Is it possible that he wants to rob the bank by himself? Although he is a gangster, he is not so arrogant.
Seeing that Yan Xiaoyu remained silent, Yan Xiaolei became anxious: "If the payment is not made in the next few days, they will stop the treatment."
"Don't look at me like that. It's impossible for me to sell your house. Firstly, you have no place to live, and secondly, you can't sell it for a high price if you're in such a hurry." Yan Xiaoyu spread his hands: "The most I can offer is five or six.
Wan’s wife, Ben, still owes money to her brother, so even if she robbed a bank, she wouldn’t even give me this chance.”
His eyes suddenly flashed, and Yan Xiaolei suddenly remembered something and asked, "Brother, where do you live now?"
"Live in my house." Yan Xiaoyu didn't know what he meant for a moment.
"Is it okay to sell your house? After all, you are alone, and it is easier to find temporary accommodation." Yan Xiaolei said weakly, but his eyes were lowered.
"..."
Yan Xiaoyu glanced at him deeply but said nothing. His eyes were filled with an emotion that made Yan Xiaolei very uncomfortable and seemed to go straight to the bottom of his heart.
Are you mistaken? That so-called father has never given Yan Xiaoyu a good look since his mother died. Everything he has now has nothing to do with him. At that time, he was fooling around outside every day for basically a month.
I will never come back once, and if I remember correctly, my living expenses at that time should have been obtained by extorting protection money from my classmates! Why did he sell his house for that man and his current wife?
Suddenly feeling ridiculous, Yan Xiaoyu looked at Yan Xiaolei, raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and said something a little cold: "I think you should know that although your father loves you in every possible way, he has always been unkind to me.
We are strangers. I think if I died at that time, he would not feel guilty at all. When you were sick, he might get up in the middle of the night and carry you to the hospital on his back, but at that time I was stabbed several times.
He crawled to the hospital by himself. He didn't even look at me. He might take you out to play during your vacation. During my vacation, in order to save living expenses, I either went out for extortion and robbery or worked as a waiter. My current
If the case files were uncovered and I could stay in the police for the rest of my life, it would all be because of him. If he had given me a normal family when I was your age, do you think I would be like this?"