The black prisoner ran straight into the iron ladder between the upper and lower bunks, and his scalp was scratched by the beam on the ladder, causing him burning pain.
“*****!(bitch|zi)”
He cursed angrily and was about to get out of the ladder. Leng Zirui hit him in the side with a backhand elbow, and the man fell back to his original position with a groan.
Leng Zirui grabbed the sheet and stuffed it into his mouth with the clothes he had taken off. Leng Zirui grabbed the sheet and wrapped him up on the ladder.
The black prisoner struggled hard, but he was covered in sweat and was unable to move. He only let out heavy breathing sounds from exhaustion.
Leng Zirui raised his hand to touch his forehead, walked over helplessly, raised his hand and slashed the man's neck with his knife. The black prisoner fell completely silent.
"The world is finally peaceful!"
Leng Zirui breathed a sigh of relief, lazily walked back to his side of the bed, carefully smoothed out the sheets, and then lay down on the pillow.
In the cell, there was only a small ventilation window open.
Outside the window, there was a faint light coming in.
All in all, it's probably eight or nine o'clock now, right?
It must be the morning of the 15th in Beijing, and I don’t know if that girl has gotten up yet.
Reaching into his pocket, Leng Zirui gently took out the box of sunscreen, played with it between his fingers, and unscrewed the lid, but did not open the tinfoil seal on it.
"Honey, it seems I won't be able to use this sunscreen for the time being, because I can't see the sun here."
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Thousands of miles away on the other side of the Pacific Ocean, it was already a sunny breakfast.
In the restaurant, except Leng Zirui, all four members of the Leng family were there.
Tomorrow is the 16th, which is the official wedding day of Leng Zimo and Luo Xiaoqian. Today is already Friday, and Luo Jun did not go to school and stayed at home on purpose.
Last night, Leng Zimo had already discussed with Luo Xiaoqian that he would go to the cemetery after dinner and tell his deceased mother about this matter.
After the meal, the family of four immediately left the farm and rushed to the cemetery accompanied by Ah Jiu and others, while Cheng Xiao and others stayed at the farm to receive the guests.
Soon, several people arrived at the cemetery and in front of Leng Zimo's mother's grave.
Leng Lin stepped forward and placed the bouquet he was holding in front of his wife's tomb. Leng Lin squatted down and carefully wiped the tombstone for his wife.
"Shiyin, Zimo and Xiaoqian are getting married tomorrow..."
"Mom, can grandma hear grandpa talking like this?" Luo Jun asked Luo Xiaoqian curiously.
"Grandma has turned into an angel, of course you can hear her." Luo Xiaoqian replied affirmatively.
The little guy nodded thoughtfully, then immediately opened his legs and walked to Leng Lin's side, "Grandpa, can I have a few words with grandma?"
"Of course." Leng Lin smiled and hugged him, "What do you want to tell grandma?"
The little guy pursed his pink lips and said, "I want to whisper to grandma."
"Okay, then you can keep your secrets. Grandpa, please stay far away and don't eavesdrop."
Leng Lin stood up with a smile and stepped aside. Luo Xiaoqian and Leng Zimo listened to their conversation and just smiled.
Luo Jun placed the small bouquet in front of Leng's mother's tombstone with both hands, and then stretched out his small hands to support Leng's mother's tombstone, "Grandma, I heard from my mother that you have turned into an angel in the sky. Angels are all
It’s omnipotent, can you ask mother to give birth to a little sister for me?”
