The movie star's dumb little milk bag

How can I take care of so much.

Yuan Yi left the mother and son with substantial assets, but for Zhao Di, it was a drop in the bucket.

Once Yuan Qiao told Zhao Di that the school had to pay 500 yuan for books the next day, Zhao Di's dull eyes stayed on his son, and suddenly it seemed to see the dawn, and it lit up.

Although the 12-year-old Yuan Qiao is still a student who has just entered the first grade of junior high school, he has inherited all the advantages of Zhao Di and Yuan Yi, with delicate and beautiful eyebrows and eyes.

She remembered that she met a boss in a bar a few days ago. At that time, the boss held her chin and looked at her carefully for a while, then shook her head regretfully, saying that it was a pity that she was a woman with such beautiful features.

"Qiao Qiao, can you do me a favor?" Zhao Di sat up from the floor and looked up at Yuan Qiao: "After this is done, mother will take you out of Rongcheng, and we will go to a city with a sea. Want to see the sea?"

Just like that, Zhao Di sent Yuan Qiao to the hotel room and told him to wait here for a while.

Yuan Qiao obediently agreed, he believed it, took out his homework book from his schoolbag, and began to recite vocabulary seriously.

Ten minutes later, the door was opened, and a man in his 10s walked in. Yuan Qiao thought it was his mother's friend, stood up and called uncle politely

uncle.

Seeing his eyes lit up, the man didn't even want to say a word, walked over to hug Yuan Qiao and threw him on the bed, pulled off his school pants, and put his hand inside.

Yuan Qiao was startled and frightened, crying and calling her mother loudly, but what she got in return was the man breathing more and more heavily.

It wasn't until this moment that Yuan Qiao knew what Zhao Di's so-called help was, and he realized that Zhao Di would not come.

During the struggle, Yuan Qiao touched the lamp on the bedside, and before she had time to think, she slammed it on the back of the man's head.

One click, one click, one click...

Yuan Qiao didn't know what happened next, all she knew was that Zhao Di left a suicide note, took this matter to herself, and committed suicide by taking sleeping pills.

From then on, Yuan Qiao never spoke again, nor did she want to accept any physical contact.

Fu Zhiyan's hands began to tremble slightly, and he became restless, so he simply stood up and walked back and forth in the room for a few times before finally calming down.

In this seven or eight page long letter, Yuan Qiao told Fu Zhiyan all about her childhood.

Fu Zhiyan didn't know how much Yuan Qiao's courage was consumed by such a letter, just seeing the mottled and increasingly scribbled handwriting on the paper was enough to make Fu Zhiyan feel distressed.

Yuan Qiao wrote on the back of the letter: Thank you brother for everything. If happiness has a name, it must be my brother's name!Now, can I ask my brother to open the door, I have something to say to my brother.

Seeing this sentence, Fu Zhiyan's heart began to beat wildly. It has been almost half an hour since Yuan Qiao gave him this letter. Could it be that Yuan Qiao has been waiting outside?

With a "snap", Fu Zhiyan unlocked the door, and Yuan Qiao stood pitifully at the door with a big white pillow in his arms.

The Fu family's old house has three floors. Mr. Fu and Grandma Fu are too lazy to climb up and down, and live with the servants on the first floor; Fu Huai and Xu Qin's bedrooms are on the second floor, and Fu Zhiyan's room and guest room are on the third floor.

Although the Fu family is rich, they never spend extravagantly. They turned off the lights early on. Yuan Qiao was afraid of the dark, and also afraid that Fu Zhiyan would not find him after opening the door, so she was alone.