Go through it quickly, the host has a bug

Jiang's mother got up late today, and she didn't know if it was autumn, so she always felt sleepy.

Eating breakfast without much appetite, I glanced at the second floor and asked Liu’s mother,

"Have you eaten, miss?"

Mother Liu brought another portion of hot and sour tomato soup and put it on the table before saying,

"The lady went out early in the morning."

Jiang's mother took a sip of the soup, her eyes lit up, and she drank two more sips.

"Going out so early? It's a day off and you won't get much sleep."

"The lady is thinking about Madam. She asked me to make soup this morning. She said that Madam has had a bad appetite recently and asked me to change the taste for you."

Hearing what Liu said, Jiang's mother laughed again. She felt her appetite was better and couldn't help but drink another bowl.

the other side

Wu Bai filled two bowls of porridge and brought out some pickles.

Seeing his mother coming out of the room with a cane, he pulled up the chair and helped her over.

Mother Wu felt a little distressed when she saw her busy son. She handed over the chopsticks and put some pickles in his bowl.

"I saw you came back so late yesterday and still did your homework."

Wu Bai took a sip of porridge and said in a joking tone,

"I just came back. I'm not very sleepy. I'll do some homework to help me sleep."

"You."

Mother Wu gave him an angry look.

After eating quickly, Wu Bai washed the dishes and chopsticks regardless of his mother's obstruction.Just getting ready to go out.

Mother Wu came out with her schoolbag tremblingly.

"My schoolbag, I don't even take my schoolbag. You are such an adult and you still leave it behind."

Wu Bai's eyes flashed, he took the schoolbag and said with a smile,

"Thank you, Mom. Mom has a better memory."

Looking at some old clothes on her son's body, Mother Wu frowned.

"Don't you need to wear school uniform today? I've worn these clothes for a long time and they are all old. What will the students say when they see this?"

Wu Bai lowered his head and said while tying his shoelaces,

"Today is a make-up class. Wearing school uniforms is not required. Besides, I forgot to wash it yesterday. I just washed it in the morning and it's not dry yet!"

Then he turned his face again,

"Your son looks like you, he's pretty good-looking, and he doesn't look ugly no matter what he wears."

Wu's mother patted him on the shoulder in a funny way,

"It's not ugly, it's just dark."

Wu Bai turned his head, picked up the small mirror on the table and looked around.

"Is it dark? I must have played too much basketball in school! Okay, I'm leaving. I'll be late for a while."

Wu Bai turned around and opened the door.

A few arrogant people outside the door were holding cigarettes and saying with evil smiles,

"Hey, isn't this a coincidence? Just when I was about to knock on the door, you opened it."

Wu Bai's expression changed and he closed the door immediately.

Unfortunately, there were many people outside, pressing against the door and rushing in.

The small room was immediately filled up. The leader, a man in his 20s with yellow hair, kicked away the worn-out chair with a look of disgust on his face and took the other three to sit down on the old sofa next to him. The people behind him followed closely. Find a place to sit down, there are a lot of people sitting on chairs and tables.

Seven or eight people looked at Wu's mother's empty trousers with evil intentions.

Mother Wu subconsciously touched the broken leg.

"Hey, is it broken? The brothers are not so harsh."

Someone used their feet to lift up the soft trousers, but Wu Bai kicked him away angrily, and the others quickly held him down.

Wu Bai struggled, with a ferocious look on his face.

"What do you want to do? Don't touch my mother. I want to call the police."

A group of people burst into laughter,

"Call the police? You should report it. It's not like you haven't reported it before. Do the police care?"

Huang Mao picked up the mirror on the table, patted Wu Bai's face, then looked at him struggling, and mocked,

"You even called the police? Haha, it's natural to pay back your debt. Your dad owes us 1000 million. You think it will be settled once you die, right? Bah!"

Huang Mao spat and laughed even louder when he saw the unwillingness and embarrassment on Wu Bai's originally handsome and handsome face.

"Hahaha, with your face, it's not worthless."

Next to her, Wu's mother fell to the ground, threw herself at Huang Mao's feet, hugged his legs and cried,

"I have sold the house and paid back 500 million to you. All these years ago, I have paid back 600 million. Give us some time and we will pay you back. Don't touch my son, he is still young. .”

Mother Wu's eyes were filled with tears and runny nose, and she begged.

Huang Mao opened the severed trousers, and blood seeped out.

He threw it down in disgust.

"How can you pay back the money for someone like you? The last time I asked you to take off your clothes, you still struggled desperately. You didn't even look at how old you were, and you were still pretending."

He turned around and looked around the house.

"This house is older, but it's still worth a lot of money."

Wu's mother lay on the ground, holding back her tears, and said with tears in her eyes,

"This house is our only place to live. If you take it away, we will have nothing. Wuwuwu..."

Huang Mao snorted coldly and patted Wu's mother on the face.

"You have it. If you don't pay back the money, why don't you pay it back? If you don't pay it back, you can use your son to pay it off..."

After saying that, he turned his eyes to Wu Bai, smiled obscenely, and looked up and down.

Wu Bai's eyes were full of hatred and he growled at Huang Mao.

Huang Mao kicked him over and looked at the man lying on the ground holding his belly, smiling proudly.

"It's still a tough guy. It's a pity. I just like tough guys. Give me a beating."

Watching a group of people punching and kicking, Huang Mao sat on the sofa, and the people next to him also smiled and said,

"Don't slap me in the face, your face is worth something."

"Stop fighting, stop fighting, I'll give it, I'll give it, I'll give you the house, I'll give you whatever you want..."

Wu's mother struggled to crawl over, looked at her son lying on the ground, and shouted in great pain.

"Your house is worth shit, no one wants it if you sell it. I don't care what method you use, just pay me back the money quickly."

Someone noticed that Wu Bai's hand was holding the pocket tightly, and he opened it with force, and a few red and green bills leaked out of the pocket.

Someone kicked him again and said viciously,

"Whether it's still hidden or not, I thought it was a little. It's so tight, but it turns out that's all."

The thin man next to Huang Mao raised the banknotes in his hand and said mockingly.

"Don't touch my money, it's for buying medicine for my mother."

When Wu's mother was discharged from the hospital last time, her wound did not heal, and the infection became serious during this period.

He worked hard to make money, so he wanted to take his mother to the hospital. As long as she was a little more tired during this holiday, she could stay in the hospital for a few more days and take some medicine.

The thin man patted Wu Bai's face with a banknote.

"Your money is my money. Beat them until they spit out all their money."

Wu's mother crawled over and lay on Wu Bai, crying and begging for mercy.

"It's really gone. All the money is given to you. There is still more than 100 yuan in the jar on the table."

Huang Mao motioned for someone to bring the jar over, and sure enough, a pile of change came out, which looked like more than 100 yuan.

He smashed the jar on Wu's mother, and immediately blood flowed from Wu's head.

"You're sending beggars, you're so stubborn, right?"

Before he finished speaking, he saw Wu Bai, who was holding his mother, fall back, took out the fruit knife from the drawer behind him, and rushed over with a look of hatred on his face.

Huang Mao watched in horror as the sharp blade stabbed him.

Suddenly, the hand holding the knife was held by someone.

The girl's thin white palms were slightly warm, holding the boy's hand.

The boy looked over in surprise, with anger overflowing on his face, but failed to break free.