Quickly wear: The villain’s mother is pampered

"What?!" Bai Lan felt that his mind was confused. What did he just hear?

The woman threw away the hand holding the boy's chin in disgust, and gently wiped her fingertips with a tissue.

He looked at the current Bai Lan with contempt, like a wild animal observing its weak prey.

"You heard it right. Let's go and go back to your father." The woman's red lips opened slightly.

Bai Lan's head was now filled with mush. Father, he actually had a father!

With a confused look on his face, he looked at the familiar woman in front of him, who now felt extremely strange to him: "Why?"

The woman was amused by his reaction, but she smiled and her eyes gradually turned sad.

"The evil spirit no longer exists, so your existence will be meaningless, and I don't need you here anymore."

Bai Lan knew that his mother didn't like him, but he didn't feel the pain at this moment. It came so deeply that his existence was just nourishment for evil spirits.

He lowered his head at this time and did not notice the tenderness flashing in the woman's eyes, but it was quickly suppressed, and what remained in his eyes was the indifference and cruelty of their family.

Bai Lan didn't know how he got back to the room. He smelled the moldy and rotten smell in the air, but he didn't fall asleep deeply this time.

I have been thinking a lot in my mind, but it always feels like a mess.

The next day he was woken up by a ping-ping-pong-pong sound. If he listened carefully, he could still hear the sound of leather shoes on the wooden floor.

There seemed to be a lot of people at home. Jiang Qinghuai subconsciously huddled himself tightly under the quilt. He thought it was the debt collectors who came again.

Every time they would make a mess at home, and they would gradually leave without seeing anyone.

He slowly moved his body and retracted himself under the bed board, which might be safer.

A man's formulaic voice reported from below: "Boss, there is no one."

A man's cold and hoarse voice came: "Go upstairs and have a look at the attic."

"Yes!" Then the sound of a bunch of leather shoes stepping on the wooden board came one after another, getting closer and closer...

When he opened the dilapidated wooden door, there was a burst of dust, and Bai Lan subconsciously shrank inward.

"Lift the bed board." The leading man's dark eyes were deep and his cold voice was extremely oppressive.

The next second, before Bai Lan could react, the bed board was lifted up.

His eyes looked straight at the tall and straight man with dark eyes.

Seeing that he had been discovered, Bai Lan did not move, but instead shrank further inward.

The worst he could do was get beaten up, and he had no money anyway, and he didn't have anything valuable at home.

When the man saw his actions, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes, and his eyes were complicated. He stopped, and just said in a faint voice without any tone: "Get up, I'm here to pick you up, I am your father!"

Bai Lan's memories of yesterday came to his mind. Is this... so fast?

He looked at the man in front of him. He was tall and his muscles could be faintly seen through the slim-fitting suit. His back was to the light and his appearance could not be seen, but his voice was unusually cold.

Bai Lan slowly got up and found that he knew the man's waist. This man must be at least 1.9 meters tall.

In the small and closed living room, two people, one large and one small, were sitting, while other men in straight suits stood aside.

At this time, Bai Lan finally saw the man's appearance clearly. He had sharp eyebrows and starry eyes, a pair of thin lips with coldness, deep eyebrows and deep eyes, and an inherent dignity and alienation in his body.

The man spoke, but what he said shocked Bai Lanru: "Come abroad with me."

"Pack...bring what you want to bring. You don't need to bring daily necessities."

Bai Lan asked anxiously: "What about my mother?"

The man stared at Bai Lan with dark and complicated eyes that he couldn't understand: "She's gone."

She really left, really left him behind. Such a mother made him feel strange.

After murmuring for a long time, he finally plucked up the courage and said, "I want to go back to school again, is that okay?"

The man was silent, and Bai Lan's nervous palms were sweating. It wasn't until he heard the words: "Yes, but as soon as possible." He slowly breathed a sigh of relief.

But he didn't see the man's gesture towards his men.

Before coming, they had already understood all the information. The child didn't have many friends at school, so why go to school?

But since he asked, he is not good either. He has been a bad father since the beginning of the meeting. The worst he can do is let private analysis drive faster.

It was rare that Bai Lan didn't bring his schoolbag today, and he came to this familiar school wearing his school uniform that had been washed and turned white.

He couldn't wait to come to the class and wanted to say sorry to Jiang Qinghuai, although he didn't know what happened specifically.

But vaguely, he felt that Jiang Qinghuai had lost something because of him.

But to his disappointment, Jiang Qinghuai did not come to school today.

In order to make Jiang Qinghuai relax and stop being depressed, Shen Zhiyi took her to an amusement park outside.

Bai Lan will definitely not see Jiang Qinghuai today.

Bai Lan sat motionless in his seat. He didn't even listen to today's class. He waited until the end of the second period, and Jiang Qinghuai was nowhere to be seen during the break.

The man on the other side was sitting in the car. Through the dark car glass, he could see the children running on the campus and heard his subordinates reporting to him.

"Boss, the young master seems to be waiting for someone, but that person did not come today."

Another call rang.

"Boss, I found out that he is the young master from a mysterious family in China. He has helped the young master several times before, but he seemed to have some troubles afterwards."

The man thought for a moment: "Can I find their family?"

The person opposite sighed: "No, boss, their family is too mysterious, and our influence here is not deep, so this may be a bit difficult."

"okay, I get it."

Jiang Qinghuai, the name has a charm.

Bai Lan finally gave up. He would never see Jiang Qinghuai again today, and his nominal father would never wait another day for him.

He handed the letter written in his hand to Jiang Qinghuai's best brother and said seriously: "You must give it to him, thank you."

The boy was carefree and bold, and waved his hand: "Don't worry!"

Bai Lan walked out of the campus in despair, got into the low-key luxury car parked at the door, and called out in a low voice: "Father."

"Huh? Have you told your friends?"

Bailan Silent Man didn't speak, and the man opposite didn't need his response. He knew exactly what happened inside just now.

"Is there anything else at home? If you leave, you won't come back."

Bai Lan hesitated for a moment, then said, "I want to get a book."

"Row!"

The luxury car drove back to the dilapidated slum.

When Bai Lan took the box again, his eyes looked at the necklace on the bedside table, which was the woman's favorite.

Finally, he took a deep look at the place where he had grown up.

The dilapidated wooden door was completely closed, and in his heart, he silently said: "Goodbye, Mom!"