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Father Wen nodded: "Yes, yes...I'm going to call the lame man right now. 10 yuan is a lot of money! I can give my son a wife."

At this time, Wen Ying's forehead was full of blood, his back was already red and swollen, and his blood vessels were swollen and bulging, mixed with blood marks and oozing blood. Horrible.

She lay motionless on the iron frame bed, breathing weakly. But it doesn't matter. I've been hit much harder than this in the past. Just take it easy for a few hours and get used to the pain.

She raised her head, wiped away the blood flowing to the corners of her eyes, and looked at the fragments of the phone on the ground in a daze. After a long, long time, I finally had the strength to stumble over, find the phone card, and put it in my pocket. I found a sharp iron piece by the way.

But without a mobile phone, she didn't know the time.

But the father's voice calling to the lame man was heard outside the door.

The lame man asked diligently: "Brother, is your daughter back?"

The father said sternly: "Nonsense, otherwise why would I ask you to prepare the money for me? Why don't you call me big brother? Call me daddy! He is inside. If you have the money, you can take it away today!"

The lame man was confused: "Are you so anxious because you are pregnant with someone else's bastard and you want to push it to me?"

The father angrily scolded: "Are you serious? My daughter is very precious, and she has never even mentioned that her friends are pregnant with some bastard! If you don't believe it, you will know if you try it yourself!"

The lame man smiled foolishly: "Can you still try? OK, Dad, I'll give it a try. I have 10 yuan with me. It's really no problem after I try it. I'll give it to you right away!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the door was pushed open.

Wen Ying stared hard at the lame man. This man used to follow her on her way to and from school, scaring her so much that she had to carry a sickle with her every time she walked alone.

"No dad, why did you beat someone like this? He was covered in blood, but luckily his face was fine...I almost couldn't get hard!"

Two men stood at the door looking at her, as if valuing a lamb on a scale.

Father Wen said disdainfully: "Why don't you run away like this! It's your turn? My daughter is such a fairy, 10 yuan is really cheap for you! Hurry up, don't waste time..."

As he spoke, he closed the door.

Looking at her father's back, Wen Ying smiled. From now on, there would be no more affection between them.

The cripple rubbed his hands and approached Wen Ying with a lustful look on his face: "Manzi, do you still remember me, eldest brother? I just said that we were destined, but I didn't expect that we would become a family. You will be my wife from now on. When will you give me a son? , I will take you to get the certificate!!"

……

Song Jingming in the taxi called again and again, but the other party was temporarily unable to get through. It had been nearly three hours since Wen Ying hung up the phone, and he had thought about countless possibilities, each of which was unacceptable to him.

He got off the plane today and got into a taxi directly, but he didn't expect that the remote village was so far away from the airport and the road was rugged and difficult. He became more and more anxious, and every minute and every second in the car was torture.

The phone rang, it was Chen Fang.

"Stop your cab and get in my car."

The phone was hung up decisively, and a Land Rover cut in diagonally and forced the taxi to stop. The taxi driver was confused and thought he was an enemy. Song Jingming directly transferred him 10,000 yuan more for the fare: "I'll pay for your car seat, and you can leave."

He turned around and got into Chen Fang's Land Rover.

The speed of the car suddenly increased, and the speed became faster and faster on the winding mountain road. Chen Fang looked calm and still drove with one hand, not feeling panic at all.

Song Jingming looked at the back seat and saw a young man with a crew cut, dark skin and a muscular build. It seems that he is also Chen Fang's subordinate...

The two looked at each other and nodded.

Sometimes Song Jingming really wonders why Chen Fang has his own people in every realm. But he didn't have the energy to think too much now. Wen Ying had been out of contact for almost three hours.

He stared at Chen Fang's tense jaw and said, "Wen Ying can't get through on the phone. He may be controlled by someone."

Chen Fang's voice was still deep and thick, which made him feel very safe: "I know, don't panic. We'll be there soon."

Chen Fang drove very fast and arrived at the village in less than half an hour. But since this car entered the village, it has been watched by countless villagers, pointing and talking.

Song Jingming looked at the low bungalow in front of him and the yellow mud swept up behind the car, and at the inquiring eyes of the people sitting around in the village. Frowning tightly, his Wen Ying grew up in such an environment?

I heard from Chen Fang that when she got admitted to university and got the admission notice, no one in the village was happy for her. Instead, they called her a prodigal and said she was shameless.

The pain in his heart became more and more uncomfortable, as if every breath he took was quenching the blade. He couldn't help but unbutton his shirt and rub his fists.

After a bumpy ride, Chen Fang drove the car directly to Wen Ying's house. As soon as he got out of the car, the boy with the flat head ran out and disappeared.

Song Jingming put his feet up and got out of the car, and the leather shoes were covered with a layer of dust the moment they hit the ground. He looked at the broken adobe wall that was no taller than himself, and looked into the courtyard without any obstruction.

There were some weeds, branches, and old buckets and shoes piled inside. A half-old yellow dog huddled under the wall. In front of it was a crumbling stainless steel bowl with some leftovers piled haphazardly inside.

He squinted his eyes and felt extreme discomfort rising in his throat.

His Wen Ying was abused, beaten, looked down upon, and buried in poverty. How did he survive such a harsh environment and still be strong, beautiful, kind and pure?

He couldn't imagine what she had gone through, his eyes were red, and he rolled up his shirt sleeves. He just kicked open the creaking door.

At this time, in the room filled with messy rags, the lame man was cursing: "I said, you should take care of your daughter and don't let her touch her. Who are you trying to scare by hitting your neck with a piece of broken iron? It's a waste of time..."

Father Wen looked at her pale face on the iron bed and cursed angrily: "You went to college and figured out how to study! And you threatened your father? If you have the guts, go ahead, it will be easier for you if you die! I tell you, today as long as you If you don’t die, you will have to sleep with the cripple!”

Wen Ying still pressed the iron piece against his neck.

Her father pushed the lame man: "You coward, just go to the hospital! What are you afraid of? Just send her to the hospital after she is done... But let me make it clear first, this person is already yours, and you have to go to the hospital. Spend money.”

As they spoke, the two approached Wen Ying.

Wen Ying has already thought of the worst plan, but it's a pity that she can't hear his voice one last time...

She held the iron piece tightly, staring at the cripple who was approaching step by step. The moment his disgusting lips came closer, she swung the iron piece hard.

Immediately afterwards, the father's scream rang out, the mother's scream rang out, and the brother's scream rang out. For the first time in this room, the painful screams did not come from him.

At this time, Song Jingming and Chen Fang had already arrived at the house. When they heard the sudden miserable scream, they rushed over.

At this moment, their minds went blank and they didn't dare to think about anything.