Quick wear: Juehe? Don't make trouble, you know the system is in hand

Come back home?

Yan Lubai's heart was suddenly opened by a small crack, but unfortunately, Su Yu took advantage of the opportunity and opened it in one go, and was noticed by the other party.

The door was closed again, tightly and airtight. At the same time, the sensitive and stubborn young man put a safety lock on it.

He turned a deaf ear to what the little fool said. He dragged the person out without comment, closed the door, and said mercilessly: "Don't come looking for me again."

The little fool who was locked out of the door squatted down with red eyes, like an abandoned kitten, and knocked on the door helplessly. A voice as thin as a mosquito's fly sounded: "Brother..."

Across the door, Yan Lubai, who should have been unable to hear, felt his heart throb inexplicably at this moment, and he seemed to have auditory hallucinations in his ears.

The little fool seems to be calling himself...

He regretted a little. He should have told her properly just now. Although she was stupid, she was not too stupid. If he could be more patient and tactful, he would not make her sad.

Yan Lubai frowned. His understanding and feelings of love would always remain at the stage when he was a child, before his parents divorced.

He was thrown away by the two adults and fell far behind. He held the limited thing and stood there just a little bit.

This little love can't cure him, so how can he give more to the little fool.

He wants to give it, but he can't. He doesn't have the ability to love.

The bathroom door was opened, and Chen Muhong walked out with her arms folded, still wearing the same clothes she came in from.

She doesn't have the scent of shower gel, nor does she contain any moisture. She's just there to lure her son out of his hole, so he can catch a turtle in a jar.

"I saw it." Chen Muhong walked to the sofa in the living room and sat down, looking at Yan Lubai with a mocking face.

"You look similar to that dead man. He had a lot of love affairs when he was young. You are prettier than him. Even if you live in a slum and no matter how bad your temper is, there will still be many girls chasing you and holding you in your arms." you."

"However, this is the first time I've seen you let someone into your home, and...she looks very unfamiliar. Where is she from?"

In just a short while, Chen Muhong was already thinking about how to use the girl's love for Yan Lubai to squeeze the most value out of her.

Chen Muhong has not worked since her divorce. She has been able to survive these years and even occasionally wear a few luxurious and famous clothes. She does not rely on good luck and lottery money.

She is good-looking and still has charm. Whenever she is short of money, she will find a decent man to fall in love with.

But it just sounds nice on the surface. We are all adults, so there is no need to say this kind of thing too clearly.

Chen Muhong's lustful face made Yan Lubai think of some bad things.

At that time, he was in elementary school. After school was over early, he opened the door and saw clothes scattered on the floor. Men and women were mixed together. He just took one look and his stomach began to churn.

He laughed at that time, but in a few words from his neighbors he was aroused, and he learned about the dirty things between adults.

It was the man who saw him first. Chen Muhong's 'boyfriend' not only did not shy away from the situation, but actually made some vulgar and dirty jokes.

Chen Muhong smiled sweetly and scolded him: "You want to die, send this little dead man away quickly!"

At that time, she called Yan Lubai a little dead man and a debt collector.

The man arranged for him to guard the door outside, and then slapped him in the face with five dollars: "Next time I come, if you keep guarding the door obediently without shouting, I will reward you with ten dollars."

As soon as he finished speaking, the five yuan was in Chen Muhong's hand: "What to do with so much, he doesn't know how to spend it."

Five yuan was exchanged for a fifty-cent steel coin, and Chen Muhong threw it on the ground and asked him to pick it up.

Yan Lubai learned to be smart. In order not to be severely beaten by Chen Muhong, he died at a young age and learned to endure humiliation and survive without any teacher.

He knelt on the ground to pick it up, causing Chen Muhong and the man to laugh.

From then on, this kind of thing became a game, and it would be played again every time the two of them finished doing things.

This went on for many years until the man died.

Chen Muhong ran to the mourning hall to put mourning on the man, but the man's real wife and mother rushed forward and scratched her face with their nails.

She failed to blackmail him, so she took out her anger on him when she got home: "Don't think I don't know, you killed him, right? You murderer, you are more powerful than your dead father, won't you? Nian, you want to kill me too!"

The memory stopped at this point, and Su Yu frowned.

"The expiration date of the prop has expired?"

Xiao Qi quickly checked the background, ruled out all possibilities, and replied to the host: "It's Yan Lubai's brain. It seems that he has lost that memory, so he can't remember it."

Su Yu and Xiao Qi had no way of knowing how that man died, but according to Chen Muhong's words, this matter probably had something to do with Yan Lubai.

As for what proportion this accounts for, it is unknown.

Su Yu didn't dare to use props to restore that blank memory, just in case the person was really Yan Lubai...

She subconsciously denied this conjecture.

Yan Lubai would not do this.

He didn't take action against his parents or the heroine who caused his greatest misfortune, so how could he involve other people.

"We can only check it ourselves."

"Don't worry about it. You can't touch her, and don't go looking for her." Yan Lubai had no intention of dealing with her. After saying a few words, he took out the test paper and was about to write.

However, Chen Muhong began to become reluctant, and she said sarcastically: "What? Are you distressed? How dare you, a stinking ditch rat like you, deserve to talk to someone? Do you think she really likes you, but just because of this... …”

There was a bang.

The empty wine bottle was knocked hard against the edge of the table, and the bottle shattered due to uneven force. The sharp fragments flew out and scratched Chen Muhong's face.

She suddenly felt a pain on her face, subconsciously reached out to touch it, and then touched bright red blood.

Not caring about causing trouble for Yan Lubai, she quickly ran to the bathroom, stood in front of the mirror, and looked at her face nervously and carefully.

After making sure there would be no scars, he took out the baseball bat soaked in black blood and walked out.

"You bitch, if you dare to attack me, I will teach you a lesson today! Otherwise, you will grow up and become a scourge to society!"

Chen Muhong hit her with a deadly blow, and Yan Lubai, who was used to being severely beaten, knew that if she didn't let her vent her anger, she would become nervous and crazy, and she would turn upside down and find out the little fool.

Loosening his tightly clenched fist, Yan Lubai slowly closed his eyes and laughed angrily: "Fight, it's best to kill me, so that both you and I will be clean."

Chen Muhong sneered, then raised her hand and struck it down hard.

However, the expected pain did not come. A small thing lay on Yan Lubai's back. Something soaked his clothes and stuck to his bare back.

Chen Muhong did not raise the stick again, but looked at the scene in front of her with a rare look of confusion.

She didn't know how the girl pushed the door open and rushed over at a speed that was invisible to the naked eye.