Hidden marriage: husband, be secretive

Eyes full of confidence and domineering.

This shocked uncle. He didn't think of a young girl with such momentum. He felt a little empty in his heart.

"Who on earth are you? Why do you come to him for no reason? He can't do anything now. Let's go." Uncle or mouth hard said.

Jiang Xiaoyun knew from his eyes that he was a little loose, so he quickly made persistent efforts, "uncle, you just said he didn't have a few days. What do you mean, is he sick? If that's the case, it's time to get treatment. "

Uncle very melancholy sighed a breath, "ah... Treatment which is so easy, do not spend money?"? We're desperate now. We don't have anything, let alone money. "

"Can I see him?" As for Zhu Ji's situation, Jiang Xiaoyun only saw the information from the investigation. Some details may not be complete, so he still needs to see the person concerned.

Uncle or some uncertain attention, the suspicious eyes in a few people swept around.

"Uncle, didn't you just say there was no way out? What if I have a way? Is there a way better than none? "

This words let him an excited spirit, the eyes immediately fixed on looking at her, in the heart that kind of doubt was also instantly dispersed.

Yes, their family has no way to go now. Now some people come to the door. Let's be dead horse doctors. Even these people are liars, they can't cheat them.

The whole family is old, miserable and destitute. What else is there to cheat.

"Well, come in with me." Finally let go, holding the key to open the door, which is full of old cardboard boxes, paper boxes, and some scrap iron products.

Jiang Xiaoyun didn't know what these things were collected for, but he didn't ask. He just followed the old uncle into the room.

"I'll go first and see if it's convenient for the other side. Little girl, wait a minute." Old uncle is very polite, a face full of wrinkles, there is only a helpless and silence.

Jiang Xiaoyun nodded and waited outside. The light here was very dark and narrow.

A small folding table as high as the knee, the upper skin seems to be broken, several plastic stools have changed color.

The ground is also that kind of cement ground, and it's pitted, not even at all, and many places are cracked.

In the corner is a very simple pot, where the bowl, as if there are several is missing a piece.

Although it seems that the home where I went to Nianzhi is relatively shabby, compared with Zhuji's home, Nianzhi's home is at least very big, and it has a pastoral feeling and is full of vitality.

But here she saw a silence, as if there was no hope.

There seemed to be a voice of dispute, "no, no, no one. Let them go!"

And then there was the sound of falling things.

"It's the woman again. Does she want me to die? I'll die now..."

When Jiang Xiaoyun heard this, his pupils shrank and he gave a look to the bodyguard next to him. The bodyguard rushed in and stopped the man who wanted to hit the wall and hurt himself.

"Who are you? What else do you want? " A bearded man looks at the bodyguard who stares at him and grabs his shoulder, and you say something feeble.

"Ha ha... It turns out that this is the famous Zhu Ji, the one who created the myth."