[ABO] Orange can't be bullied

Du Zheng died.

Died very without dignity.

No one cried for him, no one mourned for him.

Except for the Du family, almost everyone was secretly grateful, including his company employees. Half an hour after his death, they silently cleaned Du Zheng's office and threw away all his things.

They don't care who the next general manager is. No matter who it is, it's better than Du Zheng's. If Zheng Xing takes over, it's a wish. Obviously they are father and son, and their behavior is completely different. Zheng Xing is certainly indifferent. But that can't be said for the staff.

No matter how much Du Zhikang hated his son, he would feel heartbroken because a white-haired man sent a black-haired one.

The day after Du Zheng's death, he was discharged from the hospital and set up a small mourning hall at home without notifying the media.

After waiting all day, only Du Zheng's wine and meat friends came to send a few flowers, and after eating and drinking at Du Zhikang's house, they even walked away with an unopened bottle of high-end red wine.

Du Zhikang was sitting in a wheelchair, alone in the mourning hall, accompanied by mourning and joy, lonely and desolate.

At ten o'clock in the evening, Zheng Xing still came, holding a thick gauze on his arm. The wound was ten centimeters long and had eleven stitches. The wound was so big and deep, leaving a scar was a sure thing.

He was dressed in a black suit, his face was pale, without any color, his lips were tight, and he pushed old man Du, facing Du Zheng's posthumous photo, his mood did not fluctuate at all.

If Du Zheng died, it would be a lie if he said he didn't feel bad.

Bloodlines are amazing.It allows two people to have an innate connection. Although the person has done a lot of evil, even though the person has "accidentally injured" himself, the pain when he passed away still flaunts its existence in his heart.

In the mourning hall, he was speechless.

Just standing there quietly, watching Du Zheng's appearance carefully, the hatred in his heart disappeared with the end of his life.

After a while, he bowed deeply to Du Zhikang as his final farewell.

Du Zhikang tried to persuade him to stay again, and promised all the property of the entire Du family. He only hoped that he could recognize his ancestor and return to the clan, and change his surname to Du, so that the incense of the Du family could continue.

Zheng Xing was also unmoved, he already had a family, a husband, a life of his own, and... an unborn baby, who had been away for eight years and finally came back.

Since there is nothing to support, how can we be filial? YXDJ.

He doesn't want money that doesn't belong to him.

Wang Ruochun woke up from the bed, his whole body was limp. One day ago, he had a headache, so he stuffed himself with a small handful of sleeping pills, drank two glasses of red wine, and woke up again 32 hours ago.

He had an extremely real nightmare. In the dream, Du Zheng scratched Zheng Xing, snatched the speedboat, and escaped from the shark's mouth. In the end, he was eaten by piranhas and lost his name.

This dream is so real that even after waking up, it is still vivid in my mind.

His headache was not weakened by sleep, but it became more intense. He pressed his temples hard, held on to the handrail, his eyes were spinning, his feet softened, and he rolled down the stairs.

The cleaning lady in the villa heard the sound and helped Wang Ruochun up.

Auntie Clean didn't continue with what she was doing, but turned to Wang Ruochun and said pitifully, "Young master, please be patient."

He just woke up, how could he know that the outside world has changed a long time ago.Picking up a glass of cold water, he hadn't eaten for a day, and his body was exhausted. The servant brought salad, which was the only source of heat for him to maintain his figure.

He loses weight all by being hungry, Wei Wei has symptoms of anorexia, and now he has become a skeleton.

I am sorry for your loss?

Recalling Du Zheng's dead image, he vomited out the only half mouthful of vegetables he ate, and instantly felt chills up his spine: "Is Du Zheng dead?"

The cleaning aunt nodded: "Yes."

really……

"How did he die?"

Auntie Qingshui uttered all the wild information on the Internet, especially the appearance of Du Zheng when he died, and described it vividly, especially those eyes with no eyelids, which could only be opened and could not be closed. .

Hearing the description, Wang Ruochun's throat tightened. Unexpectedly, the dream actually became a reality. However, in reality, Du Zheng was staring at the bright and misty white clouds and the endless blue sky before he died. In the dream, Du Zheng's pupils reflected... his face.

"...It is also said on the Internet that Master Du Zheng died because he did too many bad things, so he was punished by God...So, they also suggest you..."

Aunt Sweeper kept silent.

"Suggest me what?"

The cleaning aunt took off her apron and threw it on the sofa. She hadn't planned on doing it for a long time. Wang Ruochun didn't go out to make money, and Du Zheng was dead.

"I suggest you burn more incense and pray to Buddha, and go to give alms to accumulate virtue. You have stayed with that inhuman Du Zheng for so long and spent his dirty money, lest you will also be punished by God."

Wang Ruochun smiled wryly.

Perhaps the scourge has already found him.

The tumor in his head was his scourge. The scourge made Du Zheng die slowly under the scorn of the world, and the scourge wanted him to die while feeling the pain of the growing tumor.

Another wave of pain hit, unscrewed the painkiller, Wang Ruochun poured out half a bottle and swallowed it, and the rest of the pills were scattered all over the floor. In front of you, it's insignificant.

Before the effect of the medicine came, Wang Ruochun beat his own head with his fist, trying to relieve the pain with another method.

The cleaning aunt was helpless, and when she heard the knock on the door, she rushed to open the door.

There were three alphas standing at the door. They wore uniforms and showed their IDs: "Police...is this Wang Ruochun's home?"

Aunt Sweeping has very serious presbyopia, she squinted her eyes and leaned back: "Yes, this is Wang Ruochun's house, what can you do with the young master?"

The alphas looked at each other and nodded, and the leading policeman took out an arrest notice with Wang Ruochun's name on it: "Mr. Wang Ruochun, on suspicion of kidnapping and deliberately injuring others, has now been formally arrested by the public security organ. This is the arrest notice."

According to the evidence provided by Qiao Xuwei, they can be sure that in the kidnapping case half a month ago, Wang Ruochun planned and carried out the kidnapping, Du Zheng is dead, and the embezzled public funds are being recovered, and his punishment is no longer acceptable. Backtracking, but Wang Ruochun is still alive, he must be responsible for what he has done.

"Yes, he is at home."

Oops, that's an arrest...

The cleaning aunt shouted around: "Young Master, Young Master."

I turned around and saw no one.

After returning in vain, she had no choice but to mutter: "It's strange, he was still sitting on the sofa just now, and I didn't hear him go upstairs."

The two policemen felt that something was wrong and went into the house to search. Another policeman was guarding the door. Suddenly the target appeared and moved at a fast speed. He shouted: "Wang Ruochun, stop!"

Wang Ruochun, who doesn't pay attention to exercise at all, can't bear this sudden high-load exercise, and the oxygen in his lungs is squeezed out, but he doesn't want to die in prison, he can only run non-stop. There is nothing in the prison, maybe even pain relief. There is no medicine, he does not want to die in the boundless pain.

Crossing the wide road, Wang Ruochun got into a dilapidated old school district, where people were densely populated, the road was rough, and the structure was complicated. It was an excellent place to shake off your tail.

The policemen behind were still chasing after them. The difficult community did not stop the well-trained them, and the distance was still shortening.

A ragged alpha shot in time, covered his mouth, and pulled him into a deserted alley. They leaned against the wall and made no sound.

The police gathered at a nearby three-way intersection. It was impossible for Wang Ruochun to evaporate suddenly, so they decided to search separately.

Stepping away, Wang Ruochun lowered his big palm and breathed desperately. I don't know who saved him...

It's just that the smell of this pheromone is somewhat familiar.

The "savior" did not let him go, but slid lightly over his neck with a utility knife. The utility knife was not as powerful as a dagger, but it was more than enough to cut Wang Ruochun's carotid artery and let him bleed.

Friends of Kang turned to him and laughed.

"***,do you remember me?"