"Fourteen years ago, there was one night. I still remember it clearly. It was dark and quiet in the villa. I was sleeping in the bedroom. The door was pushed open. The driver who took me to and from school every day suddenly came in.
Come in and tell me to put on my clothes and follow him quickly."
"I was still an innocent boy at the time, thirteen years old. Although I was an illegitimate child, my father loved me very much and raised me well. He never treated me badly in terms of food, clothing, housing, and transportation, so naturally I didn't suffer much. But that night
, the driver just pulled me out of the villa. In less than three minutes, a loud noise came from the entire villa, flames shot into the sky, and a black mushroom cloud was terrifying beyond your imagination. The black gray layer fell like rain.
On my head."
"I was completely stunned. The driver called me for a long time and I didn't react. Finally, he carried me into the car. I don't remember if you, the little snotty nose, were in the car. I seemed to have heard your cry, but
At that time, my mind was completely blank and I didn’t know anything.”
Gu Shaocheng recalled the past, his eyes were full of bloodthirsty blood.
Uncontrollable emotions surged through the body.
Those images were deeply imprinted on his mind. Now that he recalls them, they are still vivid in his mind. Even the details are clearly visible. He still remembers that some troublemaker used a paint pen to draw graffiti on the glass of that car.
A few nonsensical graphics.
He didn't care if Chen Xing heard a few words, he just looked at the photo on the tombstone. It was the person in the photo who drove him to escape in the middle of the night, and he just lay stupidly on the car window staring at the flaming villa.
Keep looking... keep looking...
Until he was finally awakened by the sound of gunshots.
The car shook violently and almost rolled over several times.
boom--
A bullet penetrated the driver's body. He remembered that the driver was looking at the little slug on the passenger seat. Only then did he clearly see the crying little slug on the passenger seat.
He threw himself forward, his entire upper body thrown forward, and held the steering wheel tightly.
In fact, he didn't know how to drive at that time and just relied on his survival instinct to turn the steering wheel. The driver used the last bit of his life force to slam on the brakes and force the car to stop.
He only had time to say seven words:
"Take...take care of...my daughter..."
There are many reasons:
1: He doesn’t like her and thinks she is dirty;
Two: He is on the run, and his life or death is uncertain;
Three: He really hates the little girl who cries loudly;
Four: If you hug her, it will really hold him back!
Five, six, seven...: He still doesn't like little slugs!
He could list a hundred reasons to leave her alone!
However, as soon as he pushed the car door open with one hand and stepped on the ground with one foot, the little slug's fleshy little arms hugged his other thigh and screamed: "Brother, daddy doesn't speak, daddy doesn't care."
Don’t speak, daddy is bad... wuwu... daddy is bad..."
She hugged him tightly, and she didn't know where such small arms could get such strength, but she hugged his thigh tightly.
He had no choice but to pick her up. At that time, he was not as strong as he is now. Now he can easily pick up the eighteen-year-old her without feeling any difficulty. The thirteen-year-old at the time cursed her for being four-year-old.
How could he be like that when he called her a pig? He really wanted to throw her to the ground and ignore her!