In the first two hours of staying there, the most important thing Yang Xiaole did was pass tissues to Cheng Rui over and over again.
It is said that women are born to be emotional creatures. This is true at all. A movie like that can make her water. Her tears are too worthless, right?
However, it seems that women's tears are indeed not very valuable, and they can cry whenever they want. This is their exclusive right.
Women cry, this is their patent. If men cry, hehe, it is not a patent, but a coward. Although the song now says that it is not a sin for a man to cry, yes, it is not a sin for a man to cry, it is just a coward.
"The movie just now was so touching. The hero and heroine risked everything for love. It was so beautiful." The result of Cheng Rui's crying was to destroy two packs of tissues. You can imagine how scary the exaggeration was.
Yang Xiaole sweated profusely when he heard this, and secretly thought that this was good-looking too? He couldn't understand what was so good about it. In his opinion, the movie just now was really not worth mentioning. It was just about the hero and heroine falling in love, and then being blocked by the families of both parties.
Then the man and woman resist, and after all kinds of hardships, the two finally come together. The plot is very simple, but it is a miracle that this kind of movie can make women cry.
"Boyfriend, do you think we will encounter any difficulties in the future?" Cheng Rui asked, holding Yang Xiaole's arm.
Yang Xiaole sweated again. This girl is too sentimental. Will this kind of problem happen to them? Absolutely impossible.
"Haven't you already met my family? You should know best what kind of people they are." Yang Xiaole asked in return.
Cheng Rui didn't say anything, but just buried her little head in Yang Xiaole's arms. She enjoyed this moment very much. If she was just admiring Yang Xiaole when she first approached Yang Xiaole, but now, it is no longer like that. Now she is
She fell in love with Yang Xiaole.
Cheng Rui didn't know that many women start falling in love with a man through admiration.
The two were falling in love here, but over there, Yang Yang and the others were searching the streets for Yang Xiaole. Unfortunately, they almost turned the city upside down, but they still couldn't find Yang Xiaole, including his car.
Seeing the time passing by, Yang Yang was about to go crazy with anxiety. There was no way to continue like this. They divided their forces into three groups and couldn't find Yang Xiaole. Where did he go?
"Brother, this is not the way to go. Has Xiaole turned on his phone?" Yang Yang called his eldest brother Yang Jiang in the car.
Yang Jiang's answer disappointed Yang Yang. It was still an answer he didn't want to hear. Yang Xiaole's phone was still turned off.
After hanging up the phone, Yang Yang continued to drive aimlessly looking for Yang Xiaole, hoping to find Yang Xiaole in the next second.
While Yang Yang and the others were looking for Yang Xiaole, Yang Fuwei, who was arrested, was treated inhumanely. He was beaten with bruises all over his body, his nose was bruised and his face was swollen. It looked as miserable as possible.
"If you know the truth, just sign it here, otherwise you will suffer the consequences." A policeman pushed a confession in front of Yang Fuwei.
Yang Fuwei was full of fear, as if the confession was a devil, and he didn't want to sign it.
In fact, that confession seemed like a devil to him. He just punched the other person, just one punch, but asked him to pay 50 million? It was like a lion opening his mouth.
"No, I don't want it, I won't sign it." Yang Fuwei knew that once he signed something, he and his family would be in a desperate situation. For 50 million, his family simply didn't have the ability.
"Don't sign? Huh! Boy, do you know who you are beating? It's not your turn to speak on this matter today. You have to sign if you don't want to sign." The policeman said with contempt. Compared with the provincial party committee secretary, the man in front of him is nothing.
Yang Fuwei is not even an ant, at most he can be regarded as a mosquito, and it is still a small one. It would be effortless to trample Yang Fuwei to death.
"If you don't sign, I won't sign." Yang Fuwei is quite brave. He knows that signing will bring crisis to his family, so he would rather be beaten than sign.
"Okay, I want to see how long you can hold on." The policeman said, taking out a small hammer, and then ordered the two policemen beside him, "Hold him tight and put his hands on the table."
"No, don't come over, you don't come over." Yang Fuwei saw the small hammer in the other person's hand, and he backed away. Unfortunately, he had already retreated to the corner, not to mention that the two policemen had already arrived in front of him.
They pulled him over from left to right and forced his hands to the table.
"Yang Fuwei, I rarely use this trick, you should be happy." After the policeman said that, he raised a small hammer and hit one of Yang Fuwei's fingers hard.
"Bang." How could the finger be the opponent of the hammer? When the hammer came down, Yang Fuwei's index finger suddenly exploded and turned into a ball of meat, with blood spurting out. It looked so shocking and terrifying.
Yang Fuwei let out a scream and connected his fingers to his heart. This kind of capital punishment was not something he could bear. He wanted to struggle away, but no matter how hard he struggled, he could not escape from the hands of the two policemen.
Not to mention that he was bruised and bruised at this time, even in ordinary times, he would not be a match for the two policemen.
"Are you happy? Yang Fuwei, next is the second finger, which one do you want me to smash? Give me the right to choose." The policeman asked.
Yang Fuwei shook his head desperately. He didn't want any of his fingers to be injured or smashed into pulp by the cold hammer. The feeling was really uncomfortable, and the pain was beyond his ability to bear. At this time, he would rather kill the other person.
If you kill him, at least it will be over, and the pain will only be over once.
"Haha, since you don't choose, let me help you. I'll choose the thumb this time, okay? You have to be patient, but don't worry, my movements are very clean and neat." After the other party said it, he raised it again.
Small hammer.
"No, no, I'll sign, I'll sign right away." Yang Fuwei's psychological defense was completely destroyed. At this time, he no longer considered the issue of money, but thought about his own safety. He really couldn't be beaten by the other party again, then
The feeling of not being able to survive or die is really unbearable.
"It should have been like this a long time ago, Yang Fuwei. You should have known that you would have to sign this sooner or later. Why did you ask for trouble just now?" The policeman was very satisfied with Yang Fuwei's surrender. He put down the hammer and pushed the confession in front of Yang Fu.
I don't know if it's pain or something else, but Yang Fuwei's right hand holding the pen keeps shaking. With this sign, his family is over. He has no power or power. Who will help him?
The confession was basically made up by the police themselves. What should I do if it costs 50 million?
"Sign quickly, don't waste my time." Seeing Yang Fuwei in a daze, the policeman suddenly shouted.
Yang Fuwei was excited, and then hurriedly signed the confession. He couldn't care so much. He had to deal with the current situation first. If he didn't sign, he might not even want the ten fingers.
Yang Fuwei had no doubt that if he didn't sign, the police would smash all ten of his fingers.
After signing, the policeman took the confession with satisfaction and said, "Lock him up until his family comes over with money."
Yang Fuwei breathed a sigh of relief. At least, he didn't have to be ### anymore.
The police immediately informed Wen Jiaren of the results as he was lying in the hospital. This was also an opportunity to show his merit and serve the Provincial Party Committee Secretary. Not every policeman could meet him. Once he was attracted by the Provincial Party Committee Secretary, he would
My future career will definitely be smooth sailing, at least there will be no problem in getting promoted.
Outside, Yang Yang and others continued to look for Yang Xiaole. More than two hours had passed, but there was still no trace of Yang Xiaole, but Yang Xiaole continued to shut down his phone.
Yang Yang was looking around in the car when suddenly, the phone rang. Yang Yang was overjoyed at first, thinking it was his elder brother who had good news, but when he took the phone and looked at it, he saw that it was an unfamiliar number.
"Yang Yang, your son has already signed and agreed to spend 50 million to settle this matter. Please send the money quickly. Remember, I want to see the money before seven o'clock tonight, otherwise, what loss will your son have?
"Don't blame me." The normal Wen Jiaren called, he wanted to order 50 million.
After hearing this, Yang Yang almost drove the car to the green belt. His son had already signed a confession? And he was asked to send money before seven o'clock tonight? It was impossible. He couldn't raise it in such a short time.
Even if I give him money for another month or even a year, I'm afraid he still won't be able to raise 50 million.
Wen Jiaren did not give Yang Yang a chance to speak. After he expressed his intention, he hung up the phone.
"Son of a bitch." Yang Yang was so angry that he slammed his hands towards the steering wheel to vent his unhappiness. Wen Jiaren was simply bullying others too much.
Yang Xiaole finally realized the phone, took it out and found that it had been turned off at some point. He smiled bitterly and put the phone back into his pocket, not caring that it was turned off.
"Boyfriend, what do you think about Yang Fuwei's arrest?" Sitting in the park, Cheng Rui leaned her head on Yang Xiaole's shoulder. She suddenly remembered Yang Fuwei's arrest.
Yang Xiaole shrugged and said, "It has nothing to do with me. I believe his father will definitely think of a way. That's not something I should worry about." Growing up, Yang Fuwei was unhappy with Yang Xiaole and always made things difficult for him and ridiculed him. Therefore, Yang Xiaole
He has absolutely no favorable impression of Yang Fuwei. Although they are cousins, he doesn't take Yang Fuwei seriously at all. Cousins? I'm afraid they are not even as good as strangers.
"I really don't understand what your second uncle and the others think. Can't the family get along well? Why do they have to have such a big disagreement?"
"Haha, this is something that happened to their previous generation. I don't want to care about it, and I can't care about it. Ever since I can remember, they have never given my family a good look."
"Hehe, you are such a vengeful man." Cheng Rui reached out and stroked Yang Xiaole's cheek.
"Yes, I am a man who holds grudges." Yang Xiaole does not deny that he holds grudges. To his second and third uncles, Yang Xiaole feels that he is already kind enough.
"But I think Yang Sha treats you pretty well." Cheng Rui is thoughtful, but Yang Sha's behavior towards Yang Xiaole is different.
When Yang Sha was mentioned, Yang Xiaole's face felt warm. This cousin was not bad.
"Let's go back. Let's spend more time with grandma. She is actually quite pitiful." Cheng Rui said.
Yang Xiaole did not object and drove the car towards her home. Cheng Rui was really good and she would be a good wife. This girl has a filial heart, which is very rare.
When he got home, Yang Xiaole saw his mother running over in a hurry, "Mom, what's the matter? Don't run so fast, just slide carefully."
"You brat, you are finally willing to come back. Let me ask you, why is your phone turned off?" Song Xuemei asked.
Yang Xiaole smiled bitterly and said: "Mom, the phone is out of battery. Do you have anything to do with me?"
"You brat, it's not that I have trouble with you, but that your third uncle has trouble with you. Your father and the three of them have been out looking for you for several hours."
Yang Xiaole frowned, Third Uncle is looking for him?
"Mom, do you know what it is?" Yang Xiaole was not very willing to have anything to do with his third uncle, even though he was his third uncle.
"Don't talk about this now, call your dad and ask them to come back."
Yang Xiaole raised the phone in his hand and said, "Mom, my phone is out of battery."
Song Xuemei slapped her forehead: "Look at me, I'm almost confused." After saying that, she took out her mobile phone and dialed her husband's number.
After notifying her husband, Song Xuemei said: "Son, you must help your third uncle this time."
"Mom, why should I help him? Mom, I am very stingy and not as great as you." Yang Xiaole really didn't want to help his third uncle.
"You brat, what are you talking about? Let me tell you, if you don't look at the monk's face and look at the Buddha's face, do you want to make it difficult for your father? No matter what, those are his brothers." Song Xuemei gave Yang Xiaole a popcorn.
Yang Xiaole rubbed his head in pain, thinking to himself that his mother was just soft-hearted, and someone else would change her direction after just a few words.
"Mom, don't be so strong. If you beat me silly, it's up to you who will support you in the future. Besides, I don't even know if I can help. Don't expect too much from me."