Heavenly Lord With An Unreliable System

Ji Yuze should hate him, Ji Ming thought.

After all, his mother, in the final analysis, died because of him, and perhaps hatred can be inherited through connected blood.

But what does it matter? He doesn't mind who loves him or hates him.

And every time I see jiyuze, it seems to remind him that the girl with curved eyebrows is still reciting his name at the end of her life.

Maybe he is guilty. Ji Ming often avoids seeing Ji Yuze and is not at home for three days. Only Lisa and Ji Yuze are at home. Ji Ming doesn't have to think about what will happen.

But he didn't stop it.

He said to himself in his heart, anyway, the child is just an accident, just a mistake, how does it have anything to do with him.

Because of his acquiescence, Lisa has become even worse.

Ji Ming seldom sees Ji Yuze several times, but when he sees it, he can see the scars of the old and the new.

But that's what happened. Every time I saw Ji Ming, there was still a glimmer in his eyes.

It's like Ji Ming is his only salvation in the world.

was as like as two peas in his mother's mind.

But there are also different places, he is waiting, waiting for the child's resistance.

But he didn't expect that jiyuze's resistance was more intense than he imagined.

Ji Ming still remembers that day was a rare sunny day in autumn. He looked at the sun outside, rubbed his eyes and decided to go home.

Just walked to the door, Ji Ming noticed that there seems to be something wrong. He frowned, took out the key and turned the door lock.

"Click" a, cut a room calm.

He raises an eye, and Ji Yu Ze dyes the eyebrow eye of blood to go up.

The child's face was silent, but his hands trembled. On the ground next to him, Lisa lay on the ground with her eyes wide open, with a look of horror and shock on her face.

In her abdomen, inserted a sharp fruit knife, the smell of blood slightly diffuse open.

Ji Ming quickly closes the door.

He went to jiyuze, didn't even ask about the process of things, but said very lightly: "it's OK, I'm here."

"It was an accident." Ji Yu Ze said in a low voice.

"I know," Ji Ming touched his head. "You're a good boy, I know."

Ji Ming is very calm. He wipes the fingerprints on the handle and prints his own. Seeing Ji Yuze standing on one side, he wiped off the blood stains on his face with his own clothes.

After that, he deliberately covered up the living room and made it look like he had a dispute with Lisa.

Ji Ming hands his mobile phone to Ji Yuze, "call the police."

Ji Yu Ze was stunned, a little at a loss.

"Be obedient, will you?" Ji Ming hooked his lips, just as he comforted his mother.

When he did all this, Ji Ming was very calm. He thought about all the results and all the countermeasures.

Before getting on the police car, he just touched jiyuze's cheek, "live well, for me, for your mother."

When he turned around, he thought of the little girl like flowers again.

I don't owe you any more, he thought.

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Ji Ming, who has been conceited for most of his life, has become self-cultivation after several years in prison.

The older you get, the more often you think back.

At the end of his life, he often dreams.

He dreamed of the Gardenia that he could not pick when he was ten years old, the blue sea he had seen when he was fourteen years old, and the first patient to be treated after work.

But not once, I dreamed of that girl with curved eyebrows.

In the deep of the night, I suddenly dream about my youth, but only dream about idle people.