The little crybaby in the group, the young master is a softie

Chen Yifan saw her red eyes and wanted to rush over to pull her. However, the steel rod of the bodyguard on the right came through the air again. He did not dodge or evade, but let the metal rod hit his collarbone. With a crisp sound of bone cracking, he grabbed the other person's wrist and stabbed the blade directly into the man's shoulder socket.

At the same time, on the street not far from the apartment.

A girl who looked to be in her early twenties was walking leisurely with a cigarette in her mouth. What was more eye-catching than her long white legs was her Shamatte outfit.

Her colorful long hair fluttered in the wind, with highlights of silver-blue and burgundy entangled at the ends of her hair, and a few strands of fluorescent green on the top of her hair swayed in unruly arcs with her steps.

He was wearing a black short denim jacket, revealing a tight vest with a skull printed on it. His ripped jeans had metal chains hanging from the knees, which made slight noises when he walked. His Martin boots had rivets on them.

While puffing away at her cigarette, she looked up at an apartment across the street. What was that clanking thing?

She curled her lips and, driven by curiosity, walked towards where Chen Yifan was.

"Dad! Please stop hitting me! Stop hitting me!" Shen Ran was held tightly in Zhou Hao's arms, "You can't beat him!"

The door of the apartment was suddenly kicked open again. The killer glanced at the battlefield and smiled roguely: "Hey, bullying the weak with the many? This king hates this kind of thing the most."

After saying that, she spit out the cigarette butt, crushing the sparks with her heel. The bodyguards thought she was Chen Yifan's accomplice, and after looking at each other, they all rushed over.

The nearest bodyguard swung the steel pipe and turned around, the steel pipe froze in mid-air. His neck burst into blood, his spine was like a dead branch that had been twisted off, his brain mixed with broken bones gushed out from his seven orifices, and hit the edge of the killer Martin boots.

The killer's fingertips slid across the wall, the concrete melted like butter, and the steel bars rose up like ferocious tentacles. The bodyguard on the left had his throat pierced by a steel bar, his eyeballs bulged out and hung in the air, and a column of blood sprayed all over the wall.

The skull of the bodyguard at the back was sunken like a rotten watermelon, with his brain splattering. At the same time, the forearm of another bodyguard was twisted in the opposite direction, and his elbow bone penetrated the flesh and pierced the throat of the bodyguard on the right like a javelin.

Some bodyguards had their legs torn off, with blood vessels curled up like living things, and black blood corroding the ground and emitting smoke.

Some bodyguards had their spines ripped out by hand, with phosphorescent glows flowing through their bloodstained joints. Some had their intestines fall out of their navels, leaving scarlet trails. The throat of the last bodyguard was shattered, and his eyeballs were crushed by an invisible force as he knelt on the ground.

The Shamatte walked forward on internal organs, their boots running over broken glass and intestines, the sound of broken bones and tendons coming one after another. The apartment was filled with blood mist, and pieces of flesh and brain matter were winding along the cracks in the wall.

The Shamatte came quietly and left quietly, without taking away a cloud, but took away Chen Yifan's cigarettes and lighter.

After Zhou Hao realized what was happening, he didn't care about anything else and immediately took Shen's father to the hospital for treatment.

VIP ward area of ​​the hospital.

The smell of disinfectant mixed with the coolness of the central air conditioner, Zhou Hao half-bent his back and supported Shen's father as he walked along the corridor. Shen's father's left hand was wrapped in bloody gauze, and his right leg was scratched by glass in the melee just now, and it was aching at the moment.

However, Zhou Hao did not dare to relax even a step, with his right hand suspended behind Shen's father's elbow, not touching the wound but allowing Shen's father to borrow strength at any time.

"Uncle, please go slower. There is a wheelchair in front."

Zhou Hao caught a glimpse of the nurses' station at the corner, and immediately took two quick steps to push over a leather wheelchair, laid out the sterilized cushion, and then helped Mr. Shen sit down.

"Xiao Zhou, you're wounded..."

Father Shen looked at Zhou Hao's bloody cuffs, frowned, and hesitated to speak. In the melee in the apartment just now, this kid blocked a knife to protect him, and his right forearm was still bleeding.

"I'm thick-skinned, so it's not a big deal."

Zhou Hao smiled and shook his head. He took out a wet wipe from his suit pocket and knelt on one knee to wipe the broken glass off the toe of Mr. Shen's shoe. "Go to the VIP clinic first. I have contacted Dean Zhang and he will see the patient in person."

The door of the VIP clinic slid open silently, and the chief physician was already waiting at the door. The nurse wanted to cut open the blood-stained shirt for Mr. Shen, and Zhou Hao immediately took the scissors: "Let me do it, uncle has sensitive skin."

Amid the rustling sound of the blade cutting through the cloth, Zhou Hao whispered, "When you're done here, I'll ask the chef at home to make some black fish soup and send it over to help the wound heal."

Father Shen looked at the young man in front of him, nodded with emotion, tears flashing in his eyes, and thought to himself: This child is sensible, considerate, and kind... This is the son-in-law I like!

Zhou Hao cut the cloth and put it aside. He then pressed the bruises near the wound with a cotton ball and rubbed it gently to help restore blood circulation.

"Xiao Zhou, you and Ranran..." Father Shen suddenly spoke, then paused.

He recalled the scene he saw in the apartment in the morning. Shen Ran, wearing Chen Yifan's white shirt and with messy hair, rushed out of the closet, his eyes full of fear and heartache.

"Uncle," Zhou Hao suddenly held Father Shen's uninjured hand, "I understand what you mean. Don't worry, I will wait. I am willing to spend my whole life proving who is worthy of trust."

Father Shen's throat rolled, and he patted Zhou Hao's hand with his backhand, "You kid...Ranran has been spoiled by me, and her temper is as stubborn as a cow...You must have suffered a lot with her, right?"

Zhou Hao lowered his head and wiped the blood off his forearm. "Bitterness is the prelude to sweetness. You'll understand when Ranran looks back."

He wiped the bruises on Shen's father's wrist with a cotton ball dipped in iodine. "When I was undercover in the anti-drug team, the drug dealer poked the barrel of a gun into my mouth, but I was not afraid..." Zhou Hao said, his voice choking, "I'm just afraid that she doesn't see me."

Father Shen's eyes were slightly hot, and he patted Zhou Hao's hand with trembling fingers: "Good boy, I am sorry for you..."

When Zhou Hao looked up, tears welled up in his eyes, but he quickly wiped them away with his fingertips: "Uncle, don't say that. Ranran was just confused for a moment. Wait until she sees the true face of that gangster..."

"boom!"

The door of the VIP ward was suddenly pushed open, and Shen Ran rushed in, sweating all over, with his hair sticking to his pale face.

"Dad!" She staggered to the bedside and grabbed Father Shen's bandaged hand, "How are you?..."

"Let go!" Father Shen pulled his hand back abruptly and turned his head away from her red eyes. "You still remember to come? Go and live a good life with your gangsters!"

The words are divided into two parts.

After coming out of the apartment, Shamatte walked back to the street with a ruthless pace. The bloody smell on his body had not yet dissipated, but he didn't care about the strange looks from others.

She turned into the construction site of an orphanage and not far away, she saw a young man in white clothes squatting beside a sand pit, busying himself.

He first filled a small iron bucket with sand, and then laboriously poured the sand into the toy cart, gasping for breath, and in this way filled three small carts.

This guy is none other than Su Yang.

I've been taking care of my child these days and everyone is dumbfounded. Every day when I open my eyes, I start to coax the child.

Originally, they planned to send Tuantuan and Yuanyuan home, but Lu Jing was on a business trip. Long Yiqiu, the confused mother, was willing to look after the children, but Su Yang did not dare to use her.

The killer walked quietly behind Su Yang, covered his eyes, and said with a smile: "Hey, guess who I am?"