The only favorite of the wealthy: the black-bellied president is busy chasing his wife

Although Jun Yao ran away with injuries, because Jun Manli took him to hide in Tibet since he was a child, he is familiar with how to hide and cover himself, avoid being followed and other skills.

After walking for more than half an hour, Jun Yao waited at an intersection according to the time in his memory, and hid in a garbage truck. This garbage truck would go around the whole city every day to collect garbage, and Jun Yao happened to be going next. The street from Manly's studio.

The garbage truck was a bit dirty and smelly, but it was able to cover up the bloody smell on Jun Yao's body well.

Jun Yao curled up inside, the rotten smell of garbage almost made him unable to breathe, and some flying flies stared at his wound.It made Jun Yao very uncomfortable, but he hid there motionless, extremely tenacious.

The car was driving all the way, and Jun Yao looked at the passing cars and pedestrians through the gap, and could easily tell which ones were coming to follow him.

Many cars and people were stopped for inspection.

Those individuals didn't even want to stop Jun Yao's garbage truck, so they just let it go.

After all, Junyao is Jiang Haoyu's son. Even though he was living outside when he was a child, he was still a young master. Besides, in this society, every child lives a pampered life. How could they imagine that Junyao would hide inside.

They thought that Jun Yao was probably picked up by someone who thought they were lost or street children. No one would think that Jun Yao would have plans and plans at such a young age, thinking about where to escape.

The garbage truck stopped by the garbage bin not far from Jun Manli's studio. Taking advantage of the time when the garbage collector got out of the car, Jun Yao quietly slipped out of the car and lay down on the bottom of the car.

When the car drove away, Jun Yao stood up from the ground and climbed in through a window at the back.Then remember to wipe off the blood stains left outside the window with a rag, and close the window again.

When Jun Yao came back, it was already close to dusk, and the evening sun shone in. Jun Yao looked at the warm pattern in the studio, and his eyes were a little moist.

He missed the life he had with his mother here.

As soon as the tears flowed from his eyes, Jun Yao wiped them with his sleeve. The wound on his arm touched the burst wound on his face, and it hurt a bit.

Jun Yao gasped, and he forced back the tears.

In the past, Jun Manli and Jun Yao often lived in the studio, so the daily necessities in the studio are also very complete.

Jun Yao found clothes and went to the bathroom first, took a shower carefully, the water splashed on the wound, and soaked the scabbed wound to some extent, as if he had been whipped again.

The training in Jiang's house during this period is still useful, Jun Yao has learned a lot in this area, but he knows that if he doesn't flush it, the rotten dirty things he just came into contact with in the garbage truck may infect him.

After flushing, Jun Yao gently dried himself with a towel, trying not to cause secondary damage to himself.

Wipe it dry and then use alcohol to wipe the place that I can reach again. Finally, I found gauze and wound medicine, and simply bandaged the place that I could wrap up.

In the past, he was often injured because of making porcelain, so Jun Manli prepared a lot of wound medicine.

After everything was done, Jun Yao found some food to fill his stomach, then dealt with all the traces, found a carving knife and hid it on his body, and hid in the utility room.

Jun Yao needs to rest...