With a "bang", Chen Fanyin was interrupted by the loud sound of kicking the door before she could fall into memories.

She looked at Jing Zeheng blankly, not knowing what he wanted to do.

The old security door did not have any protection. He kicked the lock and left a sunken footprint on the door.

The dim lights in the room seemed to be less lit than his cell phone, and only a table and four yellowed walls were seen.

A two or three-year-old child was lying on the ground and cried. His clothes were covered with old brown dirt, and his wrists and ankles were exposed. His little black feet were kicking around on the ground, venting his anxiety.

His parents were tearing each other, and the sound of kicking the door made them temporarily stop. The man grabbed the woman's hair, aimed at her face, and raised his hands did not fall; the woman pushed the man, and his dirty nails had just scratched three blood marks from his face.

Chen Fanyin looked at them in surprise, once wondering if something was wrong with his memory.

The two people in front of me looked forty years old.

The man is not the "brother-in-law" who is in high spirits in suits and ties in her memory. His hair is messy, his clothes are torn and dirty, his cheeks are covered with stubble, his eyes are covered with bloodshot, and he is still holding a low-quality cigarette with only half of his mouth.

The woman is not the enchanting appearance she has ever seen. She is fat and bloated, her hair has not been washed for many days, and it is so oily that it makes people sick. Chen Fanyin remembers that she should be only three or two years older than her, but her wrinkles are more than Ms. Chen.

The woman looked at Chen Fanyin and suddenly screamed. She turned around and ran back, pulling her hair off a lot of her hair.

The terrified look seemed to be like Chen Fanyin was a ghost messenger who came to capture the soul.

The man threw away his wife's hair, squinted his eyes and looked at Chen Fanyin.

After a moment he smiled and squirted out a cigarette: "Yeah, isn't this Zeng Wanwan's good sister? I heard that Zeng Wanwan..."

Before the word "crazy" was spoken, Jing Zeheng's fist hit his face.

He was beaten so hard that he took two steps back and hit the wall. The dull sound made the children on the ground cry even more fiercely.

The corners of his mouth cracked, and there were two broken teeth wrapped in the vomited blood.

"You, what are you doing..."

There was no mockery in the man's eyes, only a rich fear was left.

Jing Zeheng didn't answer, clenched his fists and hit the pain. After a moment, the man was left with the strength to cry and beg for mercy.

Chen Fanyin stood by the door, staring at Jing Zeheng's back and widened his eyes.

If she hadn't seen it with her own eyes, she wouldn't believe that Jing Zeheng would still fight.

In her impression, he was gentle, polite, considerate and thoughtful, and would never be angry.

But he not only knows how to fight, but also fights very well. Obviously, he has practiced for many years.

"I was wrong, I was wrong... stop hitting...ah..."

Seeing that the man was about to stand still, Jing Zeheng took a few breaths, barely calmed down, and pulled him by the collar to drag him to the door.

He looked at Chen Fanyin and said to her, "Fanyin, if you hate him, you will beat me, and I will bear it if I beat you to death."

He pinched the person who had hurt her in his palm, his eyes deep and bright, as if he was saying to her, don't be afraid.

She was watched by him, and her panicked heart gradually calmed down.

The man was pulled in his hand like a little chicken, and he moaned from time to time.

Chen Fanyin's gaze slowly fell on the man's face.

It was hard for her to imagine what a person had experienced to be so polished into this in just three years.

She was so happy to see that he was not doing well.

She didn't want to say generously that she had passed and had their own peace, and she would never be able to forgive this scum.

She just wanted to see him live with her own eyes, to see him being so depressed that he didn't know where he was, and torture him and his little lover torture each other rather than die!

"I, I was wrong..." The man regained some strength and looked up at Chen Fanyin. His muddy eyes were full of pleading and fear. "Ban, Fanyin, I beg you... stop hitting, stop hitting me..."

"When it was that woman who hooked me...I, I..."

He is still shirking responsibility and even pushing his wife out.

Chen Fanyin glanced at the closed bedroom door, knowing that the woman must be hiding behind the door.

They both chose to sell each other out of their own.

Looking at this home with a small wall and listening to the child's crying, Chen Fanyin suddenly felt relieved.

Zeng Wanwan was very miserable and almost lost her life.

But over the past three years, she has no worries about food and clothing, and has no worries, and has the care of her father and brother-in-law.

A temporary pain is much better than a life like this with a dull knife stabbing flesh.

Her clenched fists slowly relaxed.

Facing the man's desperate and frightened eyes, she slowly spoke: "Miao Kun, I would like to thank you for not marrying Sister Wanwan."

Her voice was particularly calm.

Looking up at Jing Zeheng, her eyes were still red, but her smile was relaxed and calm.

"Brother, stop beating, you can't make a fuss about this scum." She said softly, "Let's go home."

"good."

Jing Zeheng responded and let go of his hand. Miao Kun slapped it straight on the ground, choking his mouth for ashes.

I brought the child here just to make her vent her anger, and she would say whatever she said.

Jing Zeheng took out his wallet, took out a thin stack of cash and threw it on Miao Kun, and indifferently spit out three words: "Medical expenses."

Seeing the money, Miao Kun's eyes lit up instantly. He hurriedly got up from the ground, picked up the thousand-eight hundred yuan, and even smiled gratefully at Jing Zeheng.

Chen Fanyin frowned and was about to speak, but met Jing Zeheng's meaningful eyes.

He gestured to her not to speak, and took her in his arms to take her away.

It was not until he got back to the car that Chen Fanyin asked: "What are you giving him money? You don't owe him anything."

"Don't worry, look." Jing Zeheng wiped his fingers with a disinfectant tissue and raised his chin outside the window.

In the night, Miao Kun stumbled out of the building gate, and his thin cotton coat was still stained with blood.

Under the street light, his eyes shone brightly, and he was not as painful as having just been beaten.

"What's wrong with him?" Chen Fanyin asked with a frown.

Jing Zeheng chuckled, waited for Miao Kun to walk away before starting the car, and followed quietly.

The place where Miao Kun went was not far from his home, just next door.

Jing Zeheng parked the car in front of the door of the building where he entered, pointed to the windows blocked by quilts and said, "This is a casino. He is now a gift from a bad card table. He owed usury some time ago and sold the house to pay it back."

A cold light flashed through his eyes and he said lightly: "If you don't give him money, how dare he come back?"

Chen Fanyin looked at the windows that were covered tightly and felt like ferocious beasts dormant in the dark night, opening their bloody mouths at any time, and removing the person without a bottom line into his stomach.

She turned around and looked at Jing Zeheng, suddenly feeling that her cousin was not the gentle look she saw.

Miao Kun may have the opportunity to climb out of hell and start a new life.

But Jing Zeheng kicked him back for only one thousand yuan.

Looking at the child's complicated eyes, Jing Zeheng's hand holding the steering wheel tightened.

He was also angry, and she shouldn't have known about this.

In just a few seconds, he had already thought of a word and asked casually: "Sanyin, what are you thinking about?"

Chen Fanyin came to his senses and glanced out the car window again.

She said: "I want to wish him a hundred years of life and never die."

He must not die. She hasn't seen enough of his miserable retribution.

She would no longer hate him, but his retribution could not be stopped.

She turned around and smiled.

"Brother, thank you."

She whispered.

Jing Zeheng breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, the child is not sick of the Virgin Mary, otherwise he would have to be blamed for his actions.

He rubbed her head and said, "Let's go home."
Chapter completed!