A happy life taught by a domineering daughter

The door of the utility room banged, making Ning Zhuya tremble all over. Ning's mother quickly patted her back and comforted her:

"It's okay, it's okay, mom is here, they can't get in."

Ning Zhuya, on the other hand, was holding a crowbar tightly in her hand. If those thugs rushed in, they would have no choice but to fight!

Because the mother and daughter were afraid of the noise they made, they successfully attracted the tattooed man outside the door, who was also the one who kicked them just now.

In the corridor on the second floor, Brother Feng, a tattooed man, looked at the closed wooden door of the utility room in front of him and said with a sinister smile:

"Found you!"

"So you're hiding here. These two bitches made it hard for me to find you."

When the other thugs heard the noise, they also walked towards the utility room with smiles, and their minds were already imagining the beautiful scenery waiting for them.

"Brother Feng, let me come."

A muscular man took the first step forward, facing the wooden door of the utility room, intending to kick it open.

But at this time, a sudden voice sounded from behind several people.

"and many more."

Brother Feng turned around and saw that Xiao Jie had arrived behind him at some point, and said in confusion:

"Master Xiao, what's wrong?"

"The real master hasn't come yet, don't worry." Xiao Jie walked forward slowly, holding a sharp knife in his hand, but for some reason the blade was much thinner than an ordinary blade.

I knocked on the wooden door of the utility room, and there was a "dong-dong" sound.

Xiao Jie faced the closed utility room with a smile as warm as the sun on his face and said softly:

"Miss Ning, I came to your house as a guest and you hid in the utility room. Isn't this not good?"

Ning Zhuya's cold voice came from the utility room, "A guest? I don't think you are a guest."

"I didn't expect you to be willing to be a dog for your father. It seems that you are not that sad about your mother's death."

When Ning Zhuya mentioned her mother's death, Xiao Jie's face instantly turned cold, and he raised the sharp thin-edged knife in his hand with a frosty look on his face.

With a flash of cold light, the thin-edged knife pierced the wooden door directly, breaking a hole in it.

In the dim utility room, Ning's mother shrank her pupils as if she heard something, and subconsciously pushed her daughter away.

There was a "pop", the sound of a sharp weapon entering flesh, and blood flowed out of Ning's mother's abdomen, soaking her clothes in blood.

Ning Zhuya, who hadn't figured out the situation yet, turned around and took a look. Her breathing suddenly stagnated. For the first time, the emotion called "fear" appeared in her eyes. She came to her mother's side worriedly and helped her cover her bleeding eyes. Wound.

She worriedly asked: "Mom, are you okay?"

Blood flowed from the corner of Ning's mother's mouth, as if she had foreseen her own death, she smiled and hugged her daughter, and said with a trembling voice:

"It's okay, Mom. I haven't heard you call me that for a long time. Mom is really happy now."

Ning Zhuya looked anxious and was held in her arms by her mother. She wanted to help her cover the wound to stop the bleeding, but she was hugged tightly by Ning's mother.

Ning Zhuya said anxiously: "Mom, you..."

But before she could finish speaking, Ning's mother interrupted what her daughter was about to say. She felt her body become increasingly weak and her head felt dizzy. She knew that she didn't have much time left for herself.

Outside the utility room, Xiao Jie took out his thin-edged knife and looked at the blood stains on it and the movement inside, remaining silent.

The thugs headed by Brother Feng laughed wildly. It was obviously a matter of life and death, but they laughed without any scruples:

"Haha, Mr. Xiao is so accurate. I didn't expect that he was hit with one strike. The two women inside must have been frightened to death."

"As expected of the future heir to the head of the Qin family, he is really quick to start. It's really exciting."

……

A series of compliments rang in Xiao Jie's ears. There was no wave in his heart, and the plan... still continued.

Just as everyone was immersed in excitement and madness, the sound of a car hitting the accelerator suddenly sounded outside the villa, and the sound got closer and closer.

Brother Feng, who was the first to hear the noise, quickly went to the window to check, fearing that the police were coming. Although he had made preparations on the road in advance, he was still afraid of everything.

In their line of work, if you really get in, no one will come to get it, so you have to be careful about everything.

When he saw that it was just a black broken A6, the tension in his heart relaxed.

Xiao Jie also walked to the window to check. When he saw the person sitting in the driver's seat, he smiled slightly and said:

"After waiting for so long, it's finally here."

……

In the dim utility room, Ning's mother was leaning against the door. Her body was covered in scarlet blood, which looked particularly oozing.

She hugged her daughter tightly, looking blankly at the blood-soaked ground, her voice was weak, and her lips had turned white.

"I'm sorry Xiaoya... I'm not a good mother. You must hate me in your heart. It's all your fault that your mother forced you to go into business since you were a child and couldn't give you a complete childhood..."

Ning Zhuya raised her head, her beautiful face was already covered with tears, and tears were still dripping from her eyes, and she cried bitterly:

"No, mom, you'll be fine, just stop talking, okay..."

With her head getting more and more dizzy, Ning's mother stroked her daughter's smooth black hair, a somewhat forced smile appeared on her face, and she said with a kind smile:

"Our Xiaoya is so beautiful. I really want to see how you look in a wedding dress in the future. You will definitely be even more beautiful then."

"Mom loves you..."

After saying these four words, the smile on Ning's mother's face became even stronger, and crystal tears flowed from her eyes and fell down her cheeks.

Blood and tears mixed together, dripping to the ground, and tiny blood splashed.

With tears streaming down her face, Ning Zhuya felt a hand caressing her head, and her mother's almost silent laughter came to her ears.

"I finally said this, Xiaoya... Mommy loves you."

Immediately afterwards, the hand caressing her daughter dropped. Ning's mother closed her eyes and stopped moving at all, just like a... corpse.

Only at this moment did Ning Zhuya look at her mother. Tears kept falling from her face. She picked up her mother's hanging hand and put it on her face.

Sobbing sounds continued in the utility room. Ning Zhuya looked at her mother's "corpse" with pained eyes and found that there were more wrinkles on her face.

Perhaps these wrinkles have always been there, but she has never taken a serious look at her mother, even just once.

Ning Zhuya's impression of her mother still remains at the time when she was eight years old. At that time, her mother's young face had no wrinkles at all, but now...