I am miserable by being attacked by the social bully

He disappeared, and was escorted to the police station by the police.

Yang Qianmian in the police station has disheveled hair, not as dignified and elegant as before.

He asked her, "Why?"

She glared at him with red eyes, "Why? You have the nerve to ask me why? Why didn't you save me?!"

She pinched his shoulder, and her hateful eyes were a little crazy: "Say it! Why?!"

As if he had never heard of it, he brushed away Yang Qianmian's hand and followed the police to the interrogation room.

Yang Qianmian grabbed his wrist, unwilling to let go, "Say it!"

He turned around and asked, "Why do you say I raped you?"

She let out a very strange laugh from her throat, as if mocking his redundant question, "Don't you know that I like you?"

"Does your liking have anything to do with me?"

He looked at her with no warmth in his eyes.

This answer was like a thunderbolt, awakening the throbbing love in her heart.

After a while, she let go of her hand.

The voice has calmed down, and the smile on the corner of the mouth is just right to ridicule——

"Let's go to hell together, no one can escape."

69. Prosperity and decline.

The charge of rape was not convicted, but the charge of drug abuse was confirmed.

His father tried his best to use all the resources in his hands to suppress this scandal, and signed an agreement with the police to send him to a drug rehabilitation center abroad overnight.

It was snowing heavily in Moscow when he got off the plane.

Snowflakes fell on his shoulders, and the traces of melted water stretched down the curve of his neck, feeling cool to the bone.

like his heart.

The WeChat page stayed at the location sent by my father, and there was nothing else.

He received the news that although he had silenced the rumors, his father was almost suppressed because of him.

He dialed his father's phone number and briefly expressed his intention.

"I hate you."

The father on the other end of the phone was silent.

After a long time, the voice that he spoke again was terribly hoarse, and his tone was not sure whether it was disappointment or sadness——

"You have the guts to hate me? I gave you a good family and received the highest education, but you are willing to degenerate and lose yourself in it! Why do you hate me?"

He felt his eyes moist, and his nasal voice was even crying, "Mom is gone."

Father was silent again.

He is like a rampaging cub, expressing his irritability and anxiety in an unfamiliar field, "Why didn't you tell me? Why did you send me away?"

Snowflakes fell on his face and slid down with his tears.

He choked with sobs and asked, "Why don't you let me see my mother for the last time?"

The news received along with his father being almost suppressed from power—his mother, due to the stimulation and coronary heart disease, her blood pressure was too high and could not be lowered, and unfortunately passed away in the hospital.

He heard the sound of his father lighting a cigarette while crying, and his throat was still hoarse, with suppressed grief.

"If I don't send you away, the whole family will die."

The father's voice trembled: "Only children have the right to be willful, you don't."

"For letting you live in a political family, your mother and I have always apologized to you and hope you are happy. Of course you are very upbeat, but we never thought that your way of coping with stress would be drug use."

"I always thought you had a lot of self-control, but I have always looked up to you. But we have never been disappointed in you, even if you are useless."

"As a parent, you always only want your child to be healthy and happy. You don't like to communicate with others since you were a child, and your mother will give you double care. She just wants to warm you. Of course, if you can stand out, she will be happier."

"I know you love her, and you don't want to let her down, but the way you repay her is wrong. One step is wrong, and if you don't stop the loss in time, then every step is wrong."

Father took a deep breath and was silent for a while.

"You lost the mother you loved the most, and I lost the wife you loved the most."

The voice on the other end of the phone seemed to be tinged with crying, "You said you hate me, why don't I hate you?"

"But I am your father, and I am your last haven in this family. No matter what you do, I always need to accommodate you..."

"You are my son, but you are also the murderer who killed my wife..."

At the end of the phone call, my father was in tears.

"This is the blood lesson of your life path, you should regard it as growing up." The father said: "If you can quit, I will always welcome you home. If you can't quit, I will not have your son."

The winter in Moscow is very cold, and the snowflakes are covered with a thick layer, and when they step on it, they make a crisp sound.

He walked alone, his footprints were crooked, and every step sank deeply, but was soon covered by snowflakes.

One step at a time, like the sound of a broken heart.

70. Looking back.

Before entering the drug rehabilitation center, he asked his father about his mother's relic-a Tibetan silver ring with a sky blue stone embedded.

It was my mother's favorite thing because it was a wedding keepsake from my father.

He waited two weeks in rehab before his father sent the things over.

This ring is his only sustenance in the drug rehabilitation center.

He was addicted early, so it took three full years to quit completely.

After he came out, he did not return home immediately.

He still couldn't let go, couldn't forgive his father, and couldn't forgive himself who caused the crime.

He lived in Moscow for a year, trying to slowly let go of the resentment in his heart.When he was able to calmly face the past, he quietly returned to the country without telling anyone.

While dealing with things in the company, he ran into someone.

I didn't like it at first, but I just found it interesting to see his tactful and gracious offering to curry favor with his boss because he was late.In the later relationship, I felt that he spoke humorously and had a stable temperament, so I was attracted to him without knowing it.

It was only after he realized it that he thought about it. This should be his liking.

But Nan Bei is a straight man, he doesn't like him.

He took pains to express himself, desperate to get his attention, and in his 22 years of life, he had never been this lively.

However, he still doesn't like him.

Father already knew that he was going back to China, and hoped that he could go back and take over the business under his hand.

He didn't want to, but he didn't want to turn against his father, so he had no choice but to run away.

Nanbei also rejected him, and after his blood was exhausted, he wanted to escape even more.

It is shameful to escape, but it is useful to escape.

When he left City R, he ran into Yang Qianmian.

He thought about it and gave her a gold card as compensation.

She threw the card on the ground, her tone was more mean than before, "Four years have passed, don't even think about paying back what you owe me in this lifetime!"

He stared at her indifferently, "I don't owe you anything."

"She Ao went in, and you should stay in prison like him!" She blamed wildly.

"I was not the one who raped you." He warned her, "You should recognize the facts earlier and stop spreading rumors that I raped you."

After a pause, he said again: "I have someone I like, and I don't want him to hear rumors and misunderstand me."

She looked at her in disbelief, and then laughed loudly: "You deserve to like someone?! Four years have passed, and I haven't received an apology from you! You don't feel guilty about me, but you still blame me?"

Her voice suddenly became sharper, her eyes still filled with hatred, "You devil! You have no heart! You will never be loved by others in your life!"

He no longer cared about Yang Qianmian who had gone mad, and her insults were getting farther and farther away from him.

Sitting in the house left by his grandfather, he would think of her curses on him more than once.

Sometimes he would laugh at himself and think, if Nan Bei didn't like him, could it be that Yang Qianmian's curse had come true.

Every day he stayed in Yangshuo, he gambled on whether he had a place in Bei Nan's heart.Because once he has one ten-thousandth weight in his heart, he will come to him and go back.

Nan Bei seems to want nothing; but once he really likes him, he wants everything.

When A and B brought him into the house, he could let go of his heart that had been hanging all day long.

He frankly told Nanbei everything, but skipped Yang Qianmian's curse.

A psychological fear that the curse would come true and his hard-won love would fly away.

So he doesn't tell him, it's his own secret.

Hush, quietly, don't disturb it.

--Finish

A B x Tong Rui

71. Weird ☆1

There was a stack of banknotes on the table, with a gun on top of it.

The old man sitting across from her hoarsely let out a horrible laugh, "Choose one, you choose one."

Her eyes stayed on the silver gun, but she didn't move.

The old man waved, and someone handed her a bottle of alcohol and gauze in front of her.

The old man's laughter echoed in the empty room, his pupils were cloudy and calculating, "It's rare for me to show kindness once, seeing that you are a lonely little doll, do you choose to take the money and leave for just one meal, or choose to be with me?" Let's go and eat for a lifetime?"

The house was a randomly selected stronghold, with wind blowing from all sides, whizzing and blowing on her face, making her feel cold and painful.

Her clothes were torn off a big hole when she jumped off the train, and the strong wind couldn't stop pouring in through the hole.

Finally, trembling, she picked up the pistol.

The old man smiled as he wished, and his voice coiled around her body like a poisonous snake——

"From now on, forget everything about you. From now on, you will only have one identity, and that is the killer in my organization."

"You no longer have a name, your codename, 'A and B'."

This year, she was 12 years old.

It was also this year that a killer named Jiayi was born quietly in the deep winter of Poland, and hunted every spring, summer, autumn and winter in Poland.

She's not the youngest hitman in the group, but she's the only 'clean' one with a breakaway income.

The old man trained her for ten years and took her from a