Chapter Two hundred and sixteen, men in Hell

In fact, sometimes, you suddenly make a decision, is not necessarily the right, and you may pay a great price for it.

It's like waiting for Tang Miao to follow Lu Hai back to the rental house until she realizes that the seemingly healing pill in his pocket is actually an addictive poppy.

Lu Hai's father, that is, Jiang Zihang Mother's first love, not only gambling, but also die not die infected with bad hobbies, once because Jiang Zihang mother repentant and married Jiang father, has been holding a grudge.

He had always suspected that Lu's biological father was not himself, and he would not forgive her for abandoning Perfidy and returning to his side.

Constantly squandered all the money Xu Li brought back from Jiang's home in a short time, and often beat and scolded their mother and son. Even so, Xu Li still loved him in her heart and endured it, and her mind became a dark hell as a result, it's a pain in the ASS.

When Lu Hai came of age, his father, for the first time, planted the seed of evil in him, so that he can not get rid of the shadow until now.

There is no "good medicine for thirst" , he can only in each lonely night, taste the heart of a hundred ants turbid, in order to make himself feel better, his father forced him to go out to gamble money, thus a butt of debt, and finally his father died of poppies, he is still saddled with debts that he will never be able to pay off.

Tang Miao is innocent, but he is still evil to keep her in his side, just a few days, his body "good medicine" began to be hard-pressed, in order not to let himself hurt Tang Miao, he made her tie her arms and legs to the bed to restrain him.

Tang Miao saw his worst side, in addition to sad and sad heart.

"Miao Miao, you'd better go, while I still have some sense. " Lu Hai's wrists and ankles had been strangled with a bloody rope that didn't look very strong. Tang Miao sat at the head of the bed, taking the ointment and patiently applying it to him, the pain of the wound relieved the pruritus from his body.

"never mind, if I leave you at this time, it is really sorry for you, I believe you just a few times, you will be able to tide over the difficulties. "

Isn't there a precedent for that? Don Miao has no doubt that they will perform miracles.

"Don't be silly, I'm really afraid to hurt you. "

When the attack of the struggle and roar, still vividly, he was really afraid of will hurt her for no reason. He began to regret his selfish behavior for a while. The more Tang Miao was considerate of him, the more he felt that he was not human and deserved to live in this world.

"It's all right. I won't leave you alone. "

Just produced a kind of indescribable sincere feeling, do not know is not her to Jiang Zihang's feeling, let her to his in this world only elder brother also gave birth to the heart of pity.

Sometimes God is really unfair, taking care of him seems to have become a kind of responsibility, even if Jiang Zihang grew up without his mother's love, but at least he grew up healthy, but his brother, however, lived in hell all the time, it made her suddenly feel guilty.

"Why so insistent on me? "

Lu Hai looked forward to, in the heart of that one in a million possibility, but in the end or Tang Miao pitiless to extinguish.

"You are Zihang's brother, so I should help him to take care of you. "

As if in the heart and mercilessly poured a basin of cold water, let him nowhere to escape.

"So that's it. You don't have to do that. Anyway, I don't have any brotherly relationship with Jiang Zihang. "

It's just strangers with the same blood. There's no need to force them together.

"No, I just don't want to make Zihang regret that she didn't take care of you. "

Even though she knew in her heart that Jiang Zihang would not appreciate her.

"You get some sleep. You've been up for so long and you're tired. I'll get you something to eat. "

After finishing the medicine, Tang Miao put away the ointment and turned to the kitchen.

Lu Hai shook his head helplessly, his eyes mixed with this a bit bitter, sleepy suddenly hit, he slowly closed his eyes.

Tang Miao facing the empty kitchen, hand with instant noodles, want to give Lu Hai bowl of instant noodles to eat, after all, this is her most able to control the cuisine.

The cell phone on the table buzzed, she picked it up, someone sent a message to Lu Hai.

"Son, I found something for you somewhere else. Where are you? It must be hard. Come to mommy. Mommy won't make you miserable. "

The text message seems to be from Xu Li, the thing in her hand, should be that.

Looking at Lu Hai sleeping, she held out her hand to smooth away his frown. Watching him in so much pain, I couldn't help but feel pity.

The Sky of Midsummer City, a helicopter, slowly circling, and then down.

Without a single media outlet knowing in advance what was going on in that plane, she just showed up here, out of the blue, with her own rage.

At this moment, Gong Haochen is still immersed in the loss of the old house, and the betrayal of Luo Jiao atmosphere.

Even though he had vented his anger on her over and over again, it hadn't calmed him down.

With a cigar in his mouth, he slowly buttoned his shirt and looked disdainfully at the ragged Luo Jiao on the bed, his tone becoming slightly more balanced.

Luo Jiao Jiao looks very haggard. Her eyes were red, and she stared at the ceiling, as if she had lost her soul.

"You see, this is what happens when you betray me! I don't know what's so great about Gong Haohui. Is it worth it? I tell you, only I can give you what you really want! "

Dressed in boxer shorts, he opened the closet and picked out a pair of pants that suited him. Luo Jiao Jiao always kept a few men's suits at home in order to welcome Gong Haohui. As a result, she got a good deal on the fat, Greasy Man, he had picked out his clothes, and was about to put them on when he heard a loud noise outside the door, and something, as if it had suddenly been knocked open.

The thick sound of footsteps caught Gong hao-chen off guard,

before he knew it, people outside the door had smashed open the bedroom door, back and forth to the left and right of his whole frame up.

Before he knew it, his fat body was writhing and struggling, and the cigar fell from his mouth and landed on his foot, so hot that he could be heard screaming all over the room.

"Who are you? What do you want? "

An expensive woman came in through the door, his pupils watching the familiar face dilate, his voice nearly lost in fear: "Old... wife? "