C20 Mother

Jing Shuo's hand was placed on the spot where Han Yong's wife's heart was. His fingers were pointing downwards, as if he was about to grab something.

Han Yong's wife let out a heart-wrenching cry that caused one to involuntarily feel nervous.

Jing Shuo didn't stop moving in the slightest. At this moment, Han Yong's hands were clenched into fists as he stared at Jing Shuo.

In the next second, Han Yong rushed over, knocking Jing Shuo to the ground. Zhan Zilin couldn't care less and Han Yong's wife picked up Han Yong's clothes and pushed him to the side, roaring: "What are you doing?"

Jing Shuo refused. With the support of Zhan Zilin and Han Yong's wife, he stood up from the ground and quickly approached me. Seeing that the situation wasn't good, I picked up the vase by his side and looked towards Han Yong's wife.

I closed my eyes and raised the vase in my hand. With a sound, it smashed onto the head of Han Yong's wife. I didn't dare open my eyes, and threw away the remnants in my hands as my entire body trembled.

Zhan Zilin threw a rope around Han Yong's wife's neck and pulled him back. "Qiu Ling, take Han Yong to hide in his room."

I stiffly replied and stiffly walked over to Han Yong's side and pulled on his clothes. After a few tugs, Han Yong's wife had a savage expression, wishing for nothing more than to kill everyone.

Han Yong and I hid in the bedroom, which was also a mess. Han Yong squatted on the floor, his hands covering his head as he continuously scratched his head, cursing himself for being useless. He failed to protect his wife.

I walked up to him and said, "Now that things have come to this, what can saying useless words change?"

Han Yong's hand fiercely smashed onto the ground, scaring me out of my wits.

The sounds outside continued. I asked Han Yong if it was convenient for me to see who the kid was selling to. At that time, I was just curious.

Han Yong nodded his head and took out his phone from his pocket. In his friends list, he found the person that sold the kid to him. Han Yong said that after he received the goods, he didn't contact the person that sold the kid to him.

I took the phone from him and opened it. This person's WeChat was called Snowfall in the Sky. It was quite a literary person. I clicked on his profile and checked it, but there was no news.

I returned the phone to Han Yong and sat on the bed. Zhan Zilin held Han Yong's wife and pushed open the door.

Han Yong immediately walked over. Zhan Zi Lin placed Han Yong's wife on the bed and helped cover her with a blanket.

"How is my wife?" Han Yong asked anxiously.

"It's nothing serious, just make up for it in the future. If you continue fooling around for a while longer, your wife might end up having her heart eaten by the brat you're raising."

Han Yong paused for a moment. He didn't think that he would almost harm his wife. He kept apologizing to Zhan Zilin and Jing Shuo and even asked the little ghost if he had dealt with them yet.

Zhan Zilin looked at Jing Shuo, who was standing by the door, and replied, "It's been taken care of!"

As soon as Jing Shuo went out, Zhan Zilin followed him out. Han Yong and I walked together to the room where the kids were kept.

Zhan Zilin threw the little ghost onto the ground. It suddenly shattered into many pieces, revealing a kid who had long since become a mummy. His face was dark and fierce.

With the things that Zhan Zilin brought with him, he overestimated this child and told Han Yong to bury him.

Han Yong also did as he was promised and gave us six digits of compensation. When we left Han Yong's house, Jing Shuo patted his shoulder and said, "It's time for you to replenish your vitality."

It was also true that Han Yong had been feeding the imps for a long time, which caused him to become very thin. He was only short on skin and bones.

After leaving Han Yong's home, it was already eight o'clock. As he sat in the front passenger seat, he couldn't help but feel sleepy. Perhaps it was because he slept late last night, because he held onto the money in his hands and quickly fell asleep.

I dreamt that I was living in ancient times, the chaotic dynasties, the hometown that I grew up in was originally a peaceful village, my family was a fisherman, and my parents depended on fishing for a living.

One day, suddenly, this serenity was broken by the clatter of hooves. The men in the uniform of the soldiers, the men on the horses, the swords in their hands, and the others with spears in their hands.

The people in the village were extremely scared and all of them hid in their homes. My mother carried me and hid in their homes. No one dared to come out because no one had ever seen such a scene.

Someone shouted, "Kill!"

The rest of the officers and soldiers shouted out. Their disorderly footsteps, mixed with crying and begging for forgiveness, echoed throughout the entire village.

I was extremely scared. I kept hiding in my mother's embrace and crying. Mother hugged me and stroked my hair, telling me not to cry. With my mother here, even if the sky collapsed, she would still be able to carry it.

I blinked, my teary eyes seriously nodding my head. I tightly hugged my mother, who gently patted my back. The voice outside was really sorrowful. I tightly held on to my mother's clothes.

My mother sat me down on the bed and brushed my hair and my favorite bun. My mother's tears fell on my face and she raised the bed board and kissed me on the forehead. "No matter what happens next, forget this place and get out alive. Do you understand?"

I didn't understand what my mother meant, but nodded seriously. My mother covered the bed and I reached out my hand to stop her. "Mother, I'm scared!"

"Mother, here!"

Hearing my mother's footsteps in the distance, I pushed open the bed and climbed out. I whispered, "Father, mother ~"

Stealthily, I tiptoed out of the bedroom, feeling extremely frightened. My hands tightly gripped the hem of my clothes, and I couldn't hear what my mother was saying. When I reached the door, the sound of hooves suddenly disappeared.

What I heard was the sound of pleading. Carefully, I opened the door slightly and looked out through the crack.

The villagers were the only ones standing outside the door. With a single slash, blood splattered on the face of the soldiers. I widened my eyes as I looked at the scene before me. It was a complete mess outside with blood flowing on the ground.

I almost shouted out loud. I was so scared that my legs went limp and I fell onto the ground. I stared blankly at the bloody massacre before me.

The floor was covered with bodies, and I was in a state of panic. I stood in the middle of the crisscrossing pile of bodies and began to wail, my hands clenched into fists.

I woke up from my crying. Subconsciously, I wiped the tears at the corner of my eyes. In my mind, I repeated the scene from my dream.

I looked out the window. It was broad daylight and I had slept for so long.

Inside the living room, Jing Shuo was sitting, but he didn't see any trace of Jang Zilin. He went to the kitchen, picked up some food, and sat down on the sofa beside Jing Shuo.

He carefully asked Jing Shuo, "About that … about last night's money …"

Right now, I'm very worried about how much money I can take. An administrative officer doesn't work for nothing, if one day I lose my life ahead of time and don't get any money, then it's not worth it.

"Take as much as you want. It's in my room." Jing Shuo stared intently at the TV screen.

"Really?"

Jing Shuo didn't say anything and just gave up. I left my stuff in my hands and went up to the second floor. I opened Jing Shuo's door, but I didn't see the bag of money. I didn't manage to find it, and just wanted to go out and ask him what was going on.

Jing Shuo walked in from the door, reached out his hand to close the door, and locked it from the inside. He looked at the evil smile on his face.

Subconsciously, I crossed my arms over my chest, thinking that I must have been tricked.

Sure enough, Jing Shuo strode towards me. I was about to dodge and run to the door, but he stopped me and held me back, throwing me onto the bed.

"Hey!" Hey! "What are you doing? You're breaking the law."

I struggled to get up from the bed, but Jing Shuo came over and pressed me down.

His hand was dishonest, reaching into my clothes, picking the buttons of my underwear, looting the air in my mouth.

My hand ruthlessly grabbed his back. Jing Shuo, who was in pain, pressed my hand onto his head.

After that, he stripped me clean. After a burst of rain and clouds, I tightly hugged Jing Shuo, nestling into his embrace.

Who cares about Qingyue, I've slept with this man before and he belongs to me now. After I die, I won't return it to you.

I curiously asked Jing Shuo, "Do you love me?"

Jing Shuo's chin was pressed against my forehead. I couldn't see his expression, but before he could reply, I put one hand on the bed and looked at Jing Shuo, asking him why he didn't answer my question.

At this moment, Zhan Zilin knocked on the door. He had messed up at the most critical moment.

"Something has happened!"