Love is really a long journey

Russell collapsed on the ground, still perked up and said in a trembling voice: "grandfather, I made a mistake this time, and let grandfather down..."

"More than once, you let me down every time!" Luo Laozi pointed at him heavily, with a stern look, "you are just like your poor mother. Your blood is low and you can't make a big deal!"

Russell didn't speak. He gasped in a low voice and said, "please give me another chance. I'll do well."

Another group of people appeared in the hospital. The leading woman was wearing a white suit and skirt, with precious jewel brooches pinned to her chest. She was wearing a black net hat, and she was in front of her in a flash.

The woman was accompanied by a slightly fat man with similar facial features to Russell. With a seemingly generous smile on his face, he called "grandfather" to old man Luo.

I knew instantly that this was Luo Yu, the eldest son of the Luo family mentioned by Zhang Yuanjun. Looking at the momentum of this woman, it must be Fang Hong, the main room of the Luo family.

Fang Hong glanced at Russell and said with disdain, "Dad, Russell not only messed up the last business, but also offended Tianqi group. You may not be too tolerant to him."

"Grandpa, mom has a point. Now our Luo family's business has been fluctuating. Russell can't make up for it with an apology." Luo Yu took the opportunity to mend the knife.

The more he listened, the more gloomy his face became. He raised his foot and kicked Russell hard: "you can reflect on me with these injuries! No one is allowed to treat him in the meantime! "

It seems that a group of people just came to ridicule him. After the goal was achieved, they left like a tide. As for his life or death, no one cared.

Russell was lying on the ground, shaking all over, not as arrogant and domineering as usual.

I don't know why. Looking at him now, I suddenly felt a trace of sympathy, but soon I gave up the idea.

"Let's go." I raised my hand to help him up.

He looked at me in surprise, with "why" on his face.

"Does anyone care about you except me now?" I asked, raising my eyebrows.

He said with a bitter smile: "you are right. I overestimate myself. Now even if you break me up, no one in the Luo family will take revenge for me."

"I'll take you home." I blinked, with a demon smile on my face.

I sympathize with Russell, but he is responsible for all this. I will take back what he owes me. I never said I would let him go.

What's more, now his life is in my hand. If I don't ask Tang Tianqi's whereabouts from his mouth, I will never stop.

Not far from the center of the city, Russell pointed to the cottage standing in the shade in the distance and motioned me to stop.

I opened the door, pulled him out, pushed him to the door, and raised my eyes to signal him to open the door.

His face was a little strange, and he seemed to want to maintain his pride and dignity. He was staring at the place where his fingerprints were brushed, but he didn't move.

With a cold snort, I grabbed his hand rudely and pressed it involuntarily.

With a "drop", the door opened.

I pushed Russell in and closed the door.

I thought Russell liked to come and go, and there should be a lot of servants in his family. Unexpectedly, there was no servant here, and there was even a smell of dust everywhere.

I opened the curtain heavily, and a cloud of dust immediately fell.

"What the hell? How long has no one lived here? You won't find a place to amuse me, will you I covered my nose and stepped back, suspecting that this was not his home.

Russell slumped on the sofa, head up, panting like a fish out of the water: "I want to drink water."

OK, as long as his life is still alive, I don't mind beating him for a while.

But when I got to the kitchen, I found that it was empty all around, and I didn't have any living equipment. It took more than ten minutes just to find a cup to drink water.

It was not easy to find the cup. When I unscrewed the water pipe, there was rust in it.

Do the rich people live in such a poor place now? I raised my hand and stroked my forehead, speechless.

Fighting back my anger, I went back to the living room and looked at him with a bad look.

"What's the phone number for the plumber?"

"How do I know?" he replied impatiently

He can make do with it. I can't. I'll turn around and fix the pipe.

Half an hour later, the "Hua la la" water pipe was turned on and the color of the water finally returned to normal. With a sigh of relief, I cooked a pot and carried the water into the living room.

He was lying unconscious on the sofa.

In fact, with so much blood, it's a miracle to survive.

But if his wound is allowed to go on like this, it will become inflamed sooner or later.

It took me a little effort to find a pair of scissors, some iodine, and bandages for dressing. I went up to him and began to treat his wound.

Seeing that he was in such a comfortable coma, a surge of anger surged into his heart. My hands tried to hurt his wound. He snorted and woke up with a spasm.

"You sleep well, I ask you, what do you eat at night?" I asked calmly.

He shook his head, a little weak: "I'm not hungry."

I sneer: "you misunderstood, I asked what I eat."

He thought about it and finally said, "there should be some instant noodles in the kitchen closet."

After a long day, I was hungry. When I opened the cupboard, I saw several bags of instant noodles and cooked a pot of noodles. The smell made my mouth water. When I was hungry, everything I ate was delicious.

I glanced at him and ate happily. He swallowed and remained silent.

After eating noodles, I went to the bathroom to take a bath. Finally, I found a guest room, locked the door and went to bed.

This is Russell's own home. He must be more familiar with the environment than I am. Moreover, his injury does not pose a threat to me. I fell asleep unprepared.

In the middle of the night, a dull noise woke me up. I jumped up, took a dagger from under my pillow, opened the door, and walked along the corridor for a few steps. Russell, holding the quilt and pillow, was struggling to stand up from the stairs.

"You're making me sleep." I spoke impolitely.

He looked at me awkwardly and replied with a strong temper, "it's cold at night."

I held my arms and laughed sarcastically: "are you used to being arrogant and bullying people, and now you feel uncomfortable being bullied?"

Russell pursed his mouth and ignored me, shaking his quilt open to sleep.

I turned and was about to go back to my room when the bell in the living room rang suddenly. He seemed to be startled and sat up immediately.

"How can you act as if I was silent? He said with a smile:" why, disappointed? "

I shook my head, smile: "just right, I don't want him to find, such as his good man present, how can I implement revenge plan?"

He laughed again and said firmly, "you will not kill me. Now only I know the whereabouts of Tang Tianqi, right?"

"Don't be complacent. When I get impatient, I'll still fight you. Maybe you don't know where he is, just to delay me."

"Well, if you don't believe it, why save me?" Russell started challenging me.

I suddenly got angry. I rushed up and grabbed him by the neck, and said harshly, "you'd better make it clear to me. Now I've saved you twice. I'm your master. You'd better be careful when you talk to me!"

The moment I touched his skin, I suddenly found that the temperature of his body was frighteningly high, which did not conform to the temperature of normal people. My heart sank and I had a bad premonition.

With a gloomy face, I tore open his chest clothes, blood seeped out, and a festering smell came to my face, accompanied by yellow liquid.

The wound is inflamed.

It's a small matter that he lost his life. I don't want to live in the same room with a corpse.

"Listen, you have to go to the hospital to take the medicine now." I look serious.

Russell shook his head, looking tired: "it's no use, grandfather gave the order, no hospital will take me."

I stare at the scar on his chest. Since I can't go to the hospital and I can't buy prescription drugs in the pharmacy, there's only one way left.

I slowly took out the dagger and felt that the expression on my face must be very ferocious, because he showed a look of panic.

"What are you doing?"

"I'll cut off the rotten piece of meat for you." I'm serious.

He curled back in a moment, his face was very bad: "no! You might as well kill me

I knew he would fight back and hit him with his fist.

After I sweated and tied Russell up and stuffed a handkerchief into his mouth, I took a deep breath and calmed my heart.

This kind of "surgical operation" is my first time. I really have no bottom in my heart.

He is not a good man. If he really dies of pain, it is God's will.

I comforted myself and began to work.

There was a violent tremble, and Russell was awakened by the pain. He was sweating like a man on the execution.

"Soon, hold back." I comforted him softly, and the sweat on my face was no less than that of him.

Russell clenched his teeth and his forehead was blue. This time, no matter how I used the knife, he would not say a word.

After the last bit of carrion was scraped off by me, I sat down on the ground, wiped my sweat with a lingering fear, and looked up at him. He was staring at me with a complicated look in his eyes.

"Why? You hate me now, don't you? I tell you, I hate you, too! " I didn't say it very well.