Just after the divorce, my wife begged for reconciliation

Chapter 1003 You’ll Know When You Suffer

Ye Changqing glanced at the entrance of the police station and saw a stray dog ​​wandering at the door. He looked around but didn't see anyone.

He frowned subconsciously: "Where are the people?"

Deng Guanghui pointed to the phone in his hand and said with a smile: "Isn't this the call? I want to ask where she is."

As he spoke, he pressed the answer button, glanced at Ye Changqing, and pressed the external speaker button.

Luo Shumei's voice came from the phone: "Hello, is this Deng Guanghui? It's Luo Shumei. I can't go to the police station."

Deng Guanghui was surprised to hear that Ye Changqing had guessed correctly. He flew into a rage, "Why don't you keep your word, as you promised?" Luo Shumei's voice came from the receiver, "Listen to my explanation. This is what happened..."

Deng Guanghui was furious: "What's there to explain? I just want you to come to the police station, come now, quickly!!!"

Luo Shumei suddenly raised her voice and said angrily, "Why are you yelling at me? Even if I have to surrender myself, I will find those who were beaten that year and make them confess their crimes.

Otherwise, I can’t overturn the case by myself.

I went to find the people who were beaten by your father this morning. After my persuasion, they agreed to surrender themselves and to overturn your father's case.

But you must sign a non-liability agreement.

Otherwise I wouldn’t turn myself in!”

Deng Guanghui glanced at Ye Changqing, wanting to ask for his opinion, but found that Ye Changqing still had his eyes closed. He thought about it and felt that the issue of accountability was not important.

Rescuing Dad is the top priority: "I can sign a waiver of liability agreement. Wherever you are, I will come right away!" Luo Shumei said, "I'll send you the location right away," and then hung up the phone.

Soon, the phone vibrated.

Deng Guanghui clicked on the message and found the location he had sent, which seemed to be near the riverbank in the southern suburbs.

He was about to take a closer look when Ye Changqing's voice suddenly sounded beside him.

"What are you looking at? Navigation, go straight there!"

Deng Guanghui was startled: "I thought you were asleep."

Ye Changqing said calmly: "How can I sleep? Let's go, let's go."

Deng Guanghui started the car, stepped on the accelerator, and drove towards the southern suburbs.

Deng Guanghui drove attentively, while Ye Changqing crossed his arms.

The car was far from quiet. From the rear of the van came a constant clanging, clattering, and piercing noise. As the van drove out of the city, Ye Changqing suddenly spoke up, "Why don't you learn the 'Moshi Sword Technique Supplement'? Are you not interested in swordplay, or is your father forbidding you to learn?"

Deng Guanghui subconsciously slowed down again: "Who said I didn't learn? I started practicing with a wooden sword when I was three years old, a short sword when I was five, a long sword when I was ten, and a real sword when I was twelve.

You have no idea how hard I work, getting up early and going to bed late. Let me put it this way, my dad didn't care when I was not doing well in school. Even when the teacher asked him to call my parents, he didn't get angry.

But if I slack off in swordsmanship, I'll give you a beating!"

Ok?

Ye Changqing was a little surprised, thinking back to the first time they met, several guys who were trying to extort money had attacked him, but he kept begging for mercy and didn't dare to fight back.

Also in the alley, Yu Bohan brought so many of his men over, but this guy didn't look away.

The more he thought about it, the more he felt something was wrong: "Don't lie to me, if he has been practicing swordsmanship since he was young, regardless of his skill level, his body should be very strong and flexible.

Why didn't you dare to fight back when those people beat you up?"

Ding-dang, ping-pong, bang-dang...

The van was driving on the road, and there were bursts of collision sounds coming from the rear door.

Deng Guanghui had a miserable look on his face. He smacked his lips but didn't say a word.

Ye Changqing waited for a long time, but got no answer. He frowned and said, "It's not shameful to have no contact. The worst that can happen is that the 'Moshi Sword Technique Supplement' has been lost. There's no need to lie to me."

squeak~

Qili clangdang～dingdangdang～

The sound of sudden brakes was accompanied by the sound of the rear door slamming.

The van stopped abruptly. Deng Guanghui, feeling deeply wronged, screamed and howled, his eyes red and his face taut with ferocious muscles. "I've practiced! I'm not lying to you. I've been practicing since I was three, rain or shine, hot or cold, without a single day of slacking off."

Do you know how I have been living all these years?

I'm like a robot and you say I don't practice.

You can’t say that to me without knowing the truth!”

It seemed like he had been pent up in emotions for a long time, which were ignited by Ye Changqing's words and exploded all at once.

Screamed hysterically.

Ye Changqing was a little surprised: "I'm sorry, it's not that I don't believe you, but since you've been practicing for so long, why didn't you come out when you were beaten?"

Deng Guanghui gasped for breath, as if he was too emotional and shouldn't speak to the benefactor who saved his father in such an attitude.

He calmed down for a moment, then said in a low, lost voice, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to target you."

Ye Changqing smiled faintly. It could be seen that Deng Guanghui had been suppressing his emotions for too long and his emotions were out of control.

This crazy state.

It looks a little pitiful.

He sighed and said, "Since you've been practicing for so long, you must have mastered some fighting skills. Why don't you use them?"

Deng Guanghui retorted: "Who said I was useless? I was useful."

Used it?

Ye Changqing recalled carefully that several conflicts had broken out since they met, but he had never seen Deng Guanghui take action.

She couldn't help but frowned: "When did you use it? Why didn't I see it?"

Deng Guanghui said somewhat complacently: "When someone hits you with a fake insurance policy, the other party can actually be fatal in some cases.

I dodged them all. For example, once a fist hit my eye, I dodged it, and once a fist hit my temple, I dodged it too.

As for other physical contact, it cannot cause disability or death.

I didn't bother hiding anymore, I just let them hit me a few times and felt I had the upper hand."

Ye Changqing was stunned when he heard this.

This guy was clearly the one being beaten, but he talked as if he had won.

He spoke eloquently about his experience of being beaten, and his explanation was very coherent. It seemed that getting beaten was a science, and one had to be strategic and avoid the serious issues...

He really couldn't bear to listen any longer: "Can't you just call back?

He knocked them down with one punch, and immediately shocked them."

Deng Guanghui shook his head slightly: "You don't understand, you don't know the situation at all. You will know when you suffer a loss." Ye Changqing seemed to have heard something: "You have suffered a loss?"

Deng Guanghui showed a pained look on his face, as if he was recalling some bad things from the past: "What do you mean by 'suffering a loss'? I've suffered a lot.

When I was in elementary school, I often had fights and my parents were called to school. They always had to apologize and pay for my medical expenses.

After a long time, I didn't dare to be naughty anymore. Even if someone hit me, I wouldn't hide as long as the attack was not fatal or disabling.

When I was in the first grade of junior high school, a classmate hit me. I just dodged, and he fell down and hit his ribs on the steps.

The teacher said it was caused by a fight and asked my father to pay compensation and also expel me.

My mother was seriously ill and hospitalized that year, and my family borrowed money to pay for her treatment.

They ended up going to the hospital. My mom found out and, fearing I'd be expelled, she suddenly refused to cooperate with the hospital's treatment. She paid the borrowed money to my classmates and begged the principal not to expel me.

Later, my mother begged the school many times to give me a chance, saying that I would never fight again.

Later, the school agreed to let me continue my studies, but my mother had no money to treat her illness.

He died half a month later.

If I hadn't dodged when that guy hit me, maybe he wouldn't have broken his ribs, maybe my family wouldn't have had to pay compensation, and maybe my mother wouldn't have died."

As he said this, tears welled up in his eyes.

He seemed to be in sorrow, staring at one spot painfully, and after a while, he blinked.

The tears in my eyes suddenly welled up.