Chapter 125 Knocking the Bone and Suctioning the Marrow
Chapter 125 Knocking on bones and sucking out marrow
Mother He crawled over in horror, picked up the document, looked at it, and screamed strangely.
"Who are you and how do you have these things?"
"It doesn't matter who I am. What's important is that I will post the contents of this document online later so that everyone can see the faces of you and your wife. How did you abuse He Xiaoya when she was a child? How did you abuse her when she was growing up?"
How did the queen break bones, suck marrow, drink her blood and eat her flesh? The truth soon became clear!"
The He family lay on the ground, looking at the superior He Chaozhi in fear, finally realizing that they had offended someone they could not afford to offend.
"No, no, please don't do this. We made big mistakes because we were fooled by lard before. We don't dare to do it anymore, we really don't dare anymore!"
He Chaozhi ignored the He family members who were lying at their feet and begging in pain, and said to Zhou Qu: "Send it."
Zhou Qu nodded.
Soon, the Internet was full of evidence that the He family abused He Xiaoya.
Netizens found out that they were being used as a weapon by this shameless couple, and they went crazy!
Zhou Qu put away his cell phone and asked: "Master He, how should we deal with them?"
He Chaozhi raised his eyebrows, not even bothering to look at the He family: "Throw them out, and someone will tear them alive without me doing anything."
"Yes, Mr. He."
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A few minutes later, the He family was thrown out of the community by Zhou Qu.
He's father and mother got up from the ground, patted the dust on their butts, and took out their mobile phones in annoyance.
Mother He said: "It doesn't matter. Didn't we accumulate a group of fans through our poor performance before? I will go to the live broadcast room to cry again later and let them reward me. This time it will not be in vain!"
Just as Father He was about to nod, he heard Mother He scream and hurriedly asked: "What's wrong? What's wrong?"
Mother He looked at the live broadcast room with a pale face: "This live broadcast room... why didn't you turn it off just now!?"
Father He's expression also changed: "It's over. My hand slipped just now and I didn't succeed. Now it's bad."
What they said just now about taking advantage of their fans was heard by netizens.
Now the live broadcast room is filled with people calling them despicable and shameless. The crowd is so excited that no one can stop them.
Mother He rolled her eyes and fell to the ground: "It's over, it's all over..."
After the He family left, Song Lan sat quietly on the sofa, looking at the ruins on the ground in confusion.
If He Chaozhi hadn't come, she didn't know what would have happened.
But the only thing that is certain is that the He family's extremely vicious gang will not give up...
"What are you thinking about? Come on, drink a cup of hot water to calm down."
He Chaozhi came from the kitchen carrying hot water.
Zhou Qu asked him to kick him out, leaving them alone in the apartment.
Song Lan took it: "Thank you."
"Why are you being polite to me?" He Chaozhi touched her forehead, "It's okay, I didn't get sick from the fright."
"I'm a little tired and want to rest."
"Okay." He Chaozhi didn't say anything more. He changed the quilt for her and went to the kitchen to cook porridge.
Stew until the sticky rice grains are soft and sweet, and a handful of red wolfberries are sprinkled on top to make the taste even sweeter.
He Chaozhi coaxed Song Lan to drink a little and then let her go to sleep.
Song Lan didn't get up until three o'clock in the morning the next day. He rubbed his messy hair and opened the bedroom door. He was shocked by what he saw.
The living room, which was in ruins yesterday, has been cleaned and the windows are clean, and the broken furniture has been replaced with new ones.
The breeze is blowing, the sun is gentle——
Song Lan thought in a daze that he had arrived at someone else's house.
"woke up?"
He Chaozhi was wearing a dark gray sweater, with the cuffs rolled up and piled on his forearms, revealing a cold white wrist bone.
He raised his head from the suitcase and said in a casual tone: "What do you want to eat? I can cook it for you?"
"No, He Chaozhi, don't you think you should explain to me now what happened?" Song Lan asked blankly.
He Chaozhi casually glanced at the brand-new living room: "I saw that you were still sleeping, so I asked Zhou Qu to lead someone to clean the place and changed everything that should be changed."
Song Lan: "What about you?"
She pointed at He Chaozhi's suitcase with her chin.
He Chaozhi smiled, with long and crooked eyes: "Can't you see? I plan to live with you."
"What did you say?"
"In order to prevent someone from disturbing you next time, you can rest assured that I live here. You're welcome. This is what I should do as a boyfriend."
"Who is being polite to you!?" Song Lan was once again shocked by this man's shamelessness.
She stepped forward and pushed the person out with the suitcase: "You have at least a dozen properties under your name. If you can't live anywhere, you have to squeeze in with me as an old shabby kid? Let's go."
The men in He Dynasty were tall and powerful, and Song Lan tried his best, but the men could not move an inch.
Song Lan angrily shook her sore wrist and was picked up by He Chaozhi.
"What are you doing!"
"Are you tired? Sit down and rest when you are tired. I will never leave. What are you going to eat for lunch? Can I help you with some steamed Dongxingban strips to replenish your brain?"
While suppressing the woman's struggling thin wrist, He Chaozhi looked at a family photo on the cabinet next to the sofa.
He grabbed the family photo and took a look at it. He glanced at the little girl in the center, and a faint smile appeared on his lips: "Is this when you were a child? She was quite cute. She was pretty when she was a child. This is your father, and this one is-"
He Chaozhi looked at the woman whose head was cut off and asked in confusion.
It seems that she should be Song Lan's mother.
"Why did you cut your mother off?"
"He Chaozhi, don't you know that you are not allowed to rummage through other people's things?"
Song Lan reached out and grabbed the family portrait, an unnatural mark on his face.
She protected the photo in her arms, ran back to the bedroom, stuffed it into the deepest part of the drawer, and then walked out coldly: "Don't ask about my family affairs, and I don't want to mention it either."
He Chaozhi leaned on the sofa and squinted at her.
He knew that Song Lan had a bedridden father, but his mother was blank.
At first, he thought Song Lan's mother had passed away long ago, but judging from Song Lan's reaction... her mother should still be alive.
"Okay, I won't ask." He Chaozhi had a satisfying meal last night and was in a really good mood today.
He stood up, flicked Song Lan's forehead, and walked into the kitchen with a smile: "I'll help you cook and let you know the benefits of my staying here."
