The car stopped on the roadside not far from the Shen family's old house.
Jiaobai dialed Shen Er'an's number, and after a long beep, no one answered. But Qi Yiliao dialed and the number was picked up.
Businessmen have their own considerations. Even if they are secretly rivals, they will openly answer each other's calls, socialize, exchange pleasantries, and engage in intrigues before they really fall out.
What's more, the Shen family and the Qi family have not yet clashed. Even though Mr. Shen's capable general was shot twice in Lan Mo's mansion.
A calm voice came from Qi Yiliao's phone: "Uncle Qi, what's up?"
"It's me." Jiaobai said slowly.
The breathing on the other end stagnated.
"Don't fucking hang up again!" Jiao Bai sneered, "I'm in South City now, not far from the old house."
Shen Er'an was stunned: "You came to South City?"
"Yes, I'm here." Jiaobai leaned on Qi Yiliao and looked out the lowered car window. "You make an appointment and I'll go over. You bring Li Jue and we'll talk."
Shen Er'an said nothing.
Jiaobai said, "That's it, send me the address and I'll see you in half an hour."
"I told Uncle Qi that the person is not with me and I have never had any contact with him. Why don't you believe it?" Shen Er'an said in a low voice.
"Because you fucking hung up on me, I feel guilty!" Jiaobai cursed angrily, "No more talking, let's talk in person."
Jiao Bai poked Qi Yilao's phone screen and hung up. He couldn't point out that Li Jue was with Shen Er'an, and there were photos as evidence. Doing so would be like selling out Qi Yilao.
Shen Er'an's black technology team can just deal with the Cen family. The Qi family cannot be dragged into it. They cannot win.
"Would your friend send you an address to make an appointment?" Qi Yiliao put his cell phone in the pocket near the car door, and kept his hand around the young man's waist, stroking it restrainedly.
"Yes." Jiaobai zipped up his sports jacket and leaned against the car window to enjoy the spring breeze.
Shen Er'an knew how much he hated Nancheng, but he came.
This was Jiaobai's way of showing Shen Er'an his determination and that he would not give up until he met Li Jue.
at the same time,
Jiaobai took this flight late at night with his half-crippled body, to give Shen Eran one last chance to show his unwillingness.
Shen Er'an sent the agreed location to Qi Yiliao's phone. That place was where he was at the moment, Zhangcui Garden.
Seeing that he could neither hide nor evade, he asked Jiao Bai to come directly to the place where Li Jue was imprisoned.
It took Karen more than fifty minutes to drive there. Because of the pain in her coccyx, she drove slowly.
The car stopped at the entrance of the villa. Qi Yiliao opened the door, stretched out the folded wheelchair, and put it on the ground. He got out of the car and reached out to Jiaobai in the car: "Xiaobai, hold on to your uncle."
The water chestnuts climbed up Qi Yiliao's arms and shoulders.
Qi Yilao carried Jiaobai out, but did not put him on the wheelchair immediately. Instead, he held him in front of him, bent his waist, brushed his hair across his neck, and took a deep breath of his scent.
The wild rice tree tilted its neck back. What are you sniffing, old pervert? The agarwood on your amulet is in my neck.
The door of the villa suddenly opened.
Shen Er'an's face appeared on the display screen on the wall: "Come in."
Use "you guys" instead of "you".
Qi Yiliao glanced at Karen who was browsing on her phone beside the car.
Karen pointed at herself, meaning: Should I go in too
Qi Yiliao nodded. Karen slammed the car door, put away his phone, and followed.
The lights on both sides of the villa's road were on, and the light was bright. The wheelchair rolled over the blue-gray ground smoothly without being tripped by plants.
Shen Er'an was standing under the eaves of the living room. He was wearing the light blue jacket and black trousers in the photo. He had washed his face, his hair was damp and slightly messy, his lips were very cold, and his eyes were pitch black, like a lake in autumn and winter, quiet and dark.
The living room of the villa is not level with the ground; it is built high and one has to climb more than a dozen steps to get there.
Qi Yilao picked up the茭白, and without waiting for Qi Yilao's instructions, Karen walked towards the wheelchair and prepared to carry it up.
A figure walked quickly down the steps and picked up the wheelchair in front of Karen.
Karen narrowed his eyes and smiled, "Handsome boy, we meet for the second time, why don't you say hello?"
Shen Er'an silently carried the wheelchair up the stairs.
Karen stretched and said meaningfully, "This guy has a bad memory. It happened last June, so it's normal that he doesn't remember it."
Shen Er'an paused. He remembered. That night, he was eaten away by drugs and his humanity was almost gone. It was Jiao Bai who came to him in time, awakened his mind, and took him to the clinic Qi Yiliao had told him to treat. He kicked him in the stomach and broke his hand. After he woke up, he went to Lan Mo's house to apologize, and Jiao Bai counseled him instead.
I remember them all.
He remembers it all.
Shen Eryan walked up the stairs step by step, gently put the wheelchair on the ground, and said softly to Jiaobai: "Sit down."
Jiaobai got down from Qi Yiliao's arms. He pressed the armrest of the wheelchair and slowly sat on it: "Where is Li Jue? Take me there."
With his shoulders pressed, Jiaobai gave Qi Yiliao a soothing look. He had vomited and vomited once, and the stench of the small dark room would never come back to him.
Qi Yiliao looked at Shen Er'an, his brows knitted together, accusing him like an elder: "Er'an, didn't you say that Li Jue is not with you?"
Shen Eran said: "I will explain to Jiaobai."
"If you tell too many lies, you will lose your integrity." Qi Yiliao shook his head.
When Shen Er'an saw Jiao Bai looking at him, his face became hot, as if he had been slapped in public. He gasped a few times in his throat, as if he wanted to explain, but not a single word came out.
The villa was very quiet and had no heating. Shen Eran took Jiaobai to the basement.
It was a spring night and the underground floor was a bit chilly. Jiaobai sneezed. He felt much weaker than last year, but fortunately he would be full of health after completing the mission.
My head felt heavy, and a dark grey casual jacket fell over it, with a subtle and restrained scent of men's perfume.
Shen Er'an stopped outside a room in front: "We're here."
Jiaobai turned the wheelchair forward, but it didn't move.
Qi Yiliao's chest pressed against the back of the wheelchair, his chin resting on the top of his head, his voice low and magnetic: "You want me to accompany you?"
Jiaobai glanced at the blood cat that looked listless and shook his head: "No need, you and Dr. Karen wait for me outside." If Qi Yiliao was present, it would affect his performance.
Qi Yilao didn't say much. He ruffled Jiaobai's hair and said, "Go and meet your neighbor. Come out after you're done."
"I promise this is the last time I see him." Jiaobai said, then immediately changed his words without blushing or beating his heart, "No, not the last time, not necessarily."
Qi Yiliao's face was dark.
"Wait for me here." Jiaobai turned his wheelchair closer to Shen Er'an. He sighed in his heart, old pervert, you don't know, it's hard for me, I don't know what obstacles are ahead, I can only stride forward. So I won't write you a blank check.
The sound of the wheelchair sliding down the corridor gradually faded away.
Qi Yiliao unbuttoned the cuffs of his white shirt and rolled up his sleeves slowly.
"There's an old saying that liking is indulgence, and love is restraint." Karen leaned against the pale wall, "But it's obvious that your child can't fully understand this meaning. In his eyes, your restraint is..."
Karen's plump lips parted and she uttered one word: "Coward."
Qi Yiliao did not comment: "Let him think."
Karen rubbed his thumb on the phone screen a few times. This guy was really hard to get emotional. He was always well-mannered and tolerant. He had never heard of or seen anyone being embarrassed, cowardly, or out of control.
I wonder if there will be an opportunity tonight to satisfy his curiosity as an ordinary citizen.
"That Mr. Shen is hostile to you." Karen said casually while browsing his Moments, "He's not a love rival, but you took away his only toy, and he can't hide his resentment."
Qi Yiliao chuckled, his eyes devoid of warmth: "Where did the toy come from? There's no question of stealing it."
"Everyone has their own understanding. If Mr. Shen thinks so, there's nothing we can do about it. But nothing will go wrong. Your child is not confused and knows his limits." Karen threw a cigarette out of the cigarette box and pointed it at Qi Yilao. When Qi Yilao didn't take it, he lit it up. "Mr. Qi, why are you so formal? You don't blame me for asking for your wine cellar, do you?" "Although I love wine, I'm not an alcoholic. I want so much just to make your husband realize how precious he is in your heart." Karen took a puff of cigarette and said in a dignified manner.
Qi Yiliao glared at him: "Then I have to thank you."
Karen waved her hand: "The friendship between gentlemen is as pure as water. When you get married, just send me the invitation."
In response to his topic of "marriage", there was a whiff of cigarette smoke.
"You're such a germaphobe! When I handed you the cigarette, you didn't hold it with your hands." Karen's expression was not very good.
Qi Yiliao distanced himself from him and stood not far away, holding a cigarette in one hand, watching the fireworks flicker nonchalantly: "Your cigarette is too strong, it will stay on clothes for a long time, and it is not friendly to people who breathe second-hand smoke."
Karen groaned, "It's different when there are family members." He stroked the mustache on his chin. He was handsome and had a good temperament. This action was not sloppy, but mature and seductive. "I don't know how long it will take for the two people who entered the room to come out?"
"I will come out naturally after I finish my work." Qi Yilao coughed, feeling a pain in his lungs.
"Are you really not worried at all?" Karen vomited and said, "If I were you, I would definitely follow you in forcefully."
Qi Yiliao took the vibrating cell phone and went to answer a call at a moderate pace, seeming very relaxed.
Karen shook his head. If he was really confident, he wouldn't have asked him to be the driver.
This is in case anything unexpected happens. Having him as a doctor can reduce the risk of the little brother suffering.
It's so pitiful that he is so young but has so many diseases.
But the older ones are not much better.
The problem is more serious.
I don't know how many drugs are retained in my body, it has become a lump. Originally, it could be absorbed slowly in deep sleep, but when I forced myself to wake up, it was counterattacked.
The only sound in the corridor was Qi Yilao's cough after he answered the phone. He suppressed his cough, and his wet and cold heart kept rising and falling under his thin shirt. The cigarette at his lips trembled, and the ashes fell off in small and messy pieces.
"Come to my place sometime and I'll give you a checkup." Karen said lazily, "I'll try my best," he cleared his throat, "to let you see your kid graduate from college."
Qi Yiliao took a puff of cigarette to suppress the fishy sweetness in his throat. He changed the screen saver of his phone and replaced it with a photo of two people kissing while smoking cigarettes.
Separated by a door, Jiaobai's legs were covered with Qi Yiliao's coat, his hand was hooked on the key chain hanging on the mobile phone, and his eyes were fixed on Li Jue who was sitting in the corner diagonally opposite.
The windows in the room were open, so the air was fine. Plus, Jiaobai was wearing a mask, so breathing wasn't that difficult.
But his other senses remained intact.
He saw Shen Er'an pour a bucket of water mixed with crushed ice on Li Jue's head, and the top of his head felt cold.
Grass.
Jiaobai picked up the coat and put it on, tucking his hands into the slightly long sleeves, which made him feel warmer.
Li Jue woke up from the cold in the corner. His feminine and pretty face was covered with scars, old and new ones overlapping each other. His neck, which was tied with an iron chain, was covered in blood, and there was a large rotten spot on his forehead.
I guessed it without even looking at it too long. Shen Er'an's black technology team also got the surveillance footage of the small dark room. He took revenge on Li Jue for what I had suffered.
No, it's more, several times more.
Jiaobai met Li Jue's gradually clearing eyes, and he adjusted his bangs to cover the scar on his forehead.
Li Jue's injuries were much more serious than his, but not only was he alive, he also regained consciousness so quickly.
Using points to increase vitality is far less powerful than the protagonist's halo.
"Ah!" Li Jue was like a miserable ghost burning in the eighteen levels of hell. He saw a human being, a living person. He crawled towards that side eagerly and excitedly. The chains on his limbs and neck were shaking violently, but he remained almost in the same place.
Because the chain was not long and the angle of the nails was clever, it severely restricted his range of movement.
“Ah…ah…” Li Jue looked at Jiaobai with tears in his eyes. He opened his mouth convulsively and let out unpleasant screams.
Jiao Bai's temples jumped: "Shen Er'an, why can't Li Jue speak?" Could it be that the plot he thought of was advanced so much in time? No way
Shen Eryan was picking up the scraps of colored paper on the ground and folding the ones that fell from the dragonfly. He replied, "Crying is too noisy. It's better to be mute."
Before Jiaobai could react, the comic book "Broken Wings" appeared in the void.
When the original lines appeared, the original plot came to light.
Jiaobai was forced to "warm up" the process of the few episodes before and after Li Jue was poisoned and became mute.
This is the middle of the comic. When Shen Er'an comes back from socializing, Li Jue approaches him as if she is disgusted by him and tells him about life. For example, which strawberry tree in the yard grows the best and produces the most fruits, dogs can close the door by themselves, there is a bit too much rain this year, and so on.
This peaceful and comfortable married life that Li Jue saw was nothing in Shen Er'an's eyes.
After Li Jue could no longer speak, he returned to his hometown alone and cried every day. He suspected that he was mute and that it was Shen Er'an who did it, but he couldn't believe that Shen Er'an would not hate him to that extent.
They have been together for so long, if Shen Er'an has no feelings for him at all, how could she touch him
Shen Er'an knows that he has love for her deep down in her heart, but she just doesn't dare to admit it and is unwilling to admit it.
The more he thought about it, the more painful it became. Loving someone was also painful. Li Jue decided that he would never see Shen Er'an again in this life, and he would never dare to love again. He had already received retribution and punishment, and he begged God to let him go.
However, Shen Er'an did not come to see him. She just called him and said coldly, "I don't have time to make trouble with you. If you don't come back today, don't come back again."
Li Jue returned to Shen Er'an that same day. He did not dare to ask Shen Er'an whether he had poisoned him, for fear of hearing the truth, so he deceived himself and said that he had just accidentally eaten something wrong.
Everything returned to the way it was before. Li Jue was still the delicate and beautiful wife kept at home, and Shen Er'an still went crazy in bed every day.
There was no more chattering from Li Jue at home.
This is the essence of being a slut.
When Jiao Bai saw Shen Er'an was about to kick Li Jue, he couldn't help but yell, "Shen Er'an!"
Shen Er'an's leather shoes stopped half an inch away from Li Jue's head.
"What are you doing! Come here!" Jiao Bai shouted again. He wished he could stand up, rush over, and slap Shen Eran twice.
Shen Er'an finally retracted his leg, turned his foot, and strode towards Jiaobai.
Li Jue watched Shen Er'an walk towards Jiaobai. The pleading for help in his eyes faded a little, and a hint of jealousy and envy emerged.
Jiaobai looked at the account as if it was nothing unusual. When Li Jue joined the group, he was not online, so the “Hundred” was gray. At that time, Jiaobai guessed that when he was online, the “Hundred” might turn into the blue background of Shen Er’an’s photo.
The edge design of Li Jue's portrait is... a part of Shen Er'an's facial features.
Jiaobai took a look and saw that the word "Bai" was lit up in blue on Li Jue's avatar, and in the upper left corner of the avatar were Shen Er'an's eyes, which looked weird.
He actually guessed it right, and it was all correct. He was worthy of his status as a big fan of bloody comics.
Li Jue is worthy of his paranoia level of 100+. The details of his muteness are different from the comics. It was Shen Er'an who did it, and he was beaten so badly, but he did not lose heart and still loved Shen Er'an persistently.
Jiaobai waited for Shen Eran to approach, then said, "Didn't you say outside that you would explain to me? Explain now, I'm listening."
Shen Eran was silent for a while: "I think you have seen it all, and you can understand why I did this..."
"I don't understand." Jiaobai interrupted him, "Explain."
Shen Er'an stopped talking.
"How many times have I advised you?" Jiaobai put his long sleeves on his stomach, like he was singing a big show. He didn't shout at all, but still had the attitude of talking in a nice way. "Did I tell you not to do stupid things?"
Shen Er'an defended himself: "I promised you that I would not treat him in his own way, so I didn't give him that kind of drug and find someone to play with him."
"You are trying to find a loophole." Jiao Bai said it all. Shen Er'an, I can say that I have done my best to help you. If you still try to fool me, then I don't want to talk about it anymore.
Shen Er'an sensed Jiao Bai's disappointment and took a deep breath. "He used the money you earned from selling your body to live, but he didn't know how to repay you. He also hurt you and used you."
Jiaobai leaned on the wheelchair: "So?"
"I will make him suffer what you have suffered." Shen Er'an's cheeks were tense and his drooping eyelashes hid the hatred in his eyes.
Jiao Bai thought, you have already retaliated many times over. He stretched out a few fingers from his sleeves and tapped on the armrest of the wheelchair: "If you want to deal with Li Jue, why do you have to do it yourself?"
Shen Er'an's back stiffened.
Jiaobai said indifferently: "Doing it yourself can make you relax and feel good, right?"
Shen Er'an's lips trembled and then straightened. At this moment, he was extremely cold.
"No," he said. "It's not like that."
"Li Jue is the most disgusting person I have ever lived. I want him to rot in my hands bit by bit." When Shen Er'an saw the nauseous look on Jiao Bai's face, he felt as if he was hit hard with a stick. His mind went blank and he lost the ability to speak.
Jiaobai said nothing, just looked at Shen Er'an. He seemed to see the personality above Shen Er'an's head, with words popping out one by one, bloody, composed of twisted and morbid hatred, and filled with Li Jue's limbs and rotten flesh.
Half of the blood in Shen Er'an's body is his father's cold-blooded cruelty, and the other half is his mother's calculated revenge.
There are too many innate factors, and it is really difficult to change later. For someone like him, once there is a trigger, it is a combination of his parents' genes.
And that introduction will inevitably come into his life.
Jiaobai sighed in his heart. When he read comics, he hated the character Shen Er'an the most. But since he came in, at this moment, among the eight friends, he spent more time on Shen Er'an than even Zhang Zhenqi Yiliao.
People's hearts are not diamonds, Jiaobai is tired and admits defeat. He should go out to find Qi Yiliao and sleep in a hotel.
Jiaobai, who wanted to give up, laughed out loud: "Shen Eran, look up and look at me."
Shen Er'an looked at him subconsciously.
"I can hardly walk now, and it hurts if I sit for a long time. So what do you think, why don't I stay in Lan Mo Mansion to recuperate, and why do I have to take a car to come here?" Jiaobai asked with a smile.
Shen Er'an pursed his lips: "You came to me to ask me to release Li Jue, but you still can't bear to see him suffer."
Wild rice: “…”
What the hell is this? I really don’t care this time!
Damn it, I'm so angry. Jiao Bai hit his chest and waved away Shen Er'an's nervous hand: "Remember the shit I told you last year?"
"Li Jue is that piece of shit." Jiao Bai said with a cold face.
Shen Er'an's eyes widened.
Jiaobai gnashed his teeth and said, "If you mess with him, your life will be over!"
Shen Er'an ignored Jiao Bai's blow and smoothed his chest: "You think too much, Jiao Bai, a weak thing, what can it be capable of."
Jiaobai laughed angrily: "Do you know how your father failed?"
Shen Er'an paused, raised his eyelids and looked at him intently.
"That person is just too confident!" Jiaobai's emotions were out of control, and tears were streaming down his face.
There was a handkerchief on his face, Jiaobai waved it away and said, "Get lost."
Shen Er'an stood there expressionlessly.
"Damn it, damn it!" Jiaobai rubbed his face fiercely. He told himself to calm down and stop arguing. Arguing was inefficient. If he wanted to communicate, he should sort out his thoughts first.
Shen Er'an didn't know that this was a comic book world, and didn't know that he was the protagonist and Li Jue was his partner, so he felt that Li Jue would be tortured to death by him sooner or later, and that he was vulnerable and posed no threat at all.
Jiao Bai couldn't possibly reveal the truth about the world to Shen Er'an. Not to mention the violation, even if he did reveal it, would Shen Er'an believe it? It would be strange if he didn't regard him as a storyteller. Shen Er'an didn't believe that he was a devilish scumbag who would be entangled with Li Jue, whom he hated, for his whole life.
"Jiaobai, you said Li Jue is shit, you came here for me?"
A hesitant voice sounded above his head. Jiao Bai was no longer angry, but calmed down. He said in the same gentle tone as Qi Yiliao: "Shen Er'an, you can follow the guidance of hatred for a while, but you can't follow it forever."
Shen Eran frowned: "I didn't follow it."
"When you were abusing Li Jue, you were falling into a vicious circle of madness. Didn't you realize it?" Jiaobai stared into his eyes.
Shen Er'an wanted to refute.
Jiaobai smiled and said, "You are just like your father, who doesn't have the courage to face reality."
A vein popped out on Shen Er'an's forehead, and a chill surged through his body: "I can't be him!"
Jiaobai turned his wheelchair around and said, "Bye."
The wheelchair was pulled, and Shen Eran said sullenly: "Jiaobai, don't be like this, you are my only friend, and I am very happy that you came to Nancheng for me, which you don't want to come to. We can have a good chat."
Water chestnut, haha, it’s still my fault. Well, I was just bored because I had eaten too much.
"There's nothing I want to talk about." Jiao Bai didn't look back, half-closing his eyes to look at the dark embroidery on the sleeves of his coat. "I didn't want you to have anything to do with Li Jue from the beginning to the end. You didn't listen to me, so forget it, just do as you please."
The hand on the wheelchair still did not remove him, not letting him go.
Shen Er'an walked around to the front and stopped Jiao Bai: "I won't retaliate against Li Jue again, I promise."
Jiaobai didn't believe it. Shen Eran promised him verbally, but forgot about it the moment he turned around.
etc.
The scattered nerve endings of the茭白 suddenly tensed up. He used the wrong method.
In melodramatic comics, to deal with highly paranoid people, a few words of advice are useless, the only thing you can do is to use paranoia.
This is the correct routine.
We have to come up with an operation that matches this world, a traditional recipe of childishness mixed with melodrama.
Jiaobai glanced at the door frame which was very close to him.
There’s no need, there’s really no need, what am I trying to do.
"Bang"
Jiaobai suddenly stood up and bumped his head against the door frame. He was in so much pain that his eyes went dark. Shen Er'an, let me see if you can compete with me, your only friendship, by adding up all your attributes as the main character.
Shen Er'an helped Jiaobai back to the wheelchair, at a loss: "What are you doing?"
"I can't persuade you. You feel like a failure and you're hurting yourself." Jiaobai covered his forehead with his hands. His hair was a little sticky. Shit, he hit the body hard and it's bleeding. He didn't know how to coax the old pervert when he went out later.
There was a hint of weirdness in Shen Er'an's panic: "Jiao Bai, why are you so obsessed with me staying away from Li Jue?"
Jiaobai's mouth twitched slightly. Shen Eran had such doubts, which seemed to indicate that he had realized his illogical paranoia. That was right. He said the melodramatic lines while the heat was on.
"To tell you the truth, I used to like Li Jue, but later I hated him. I got annoyed after just one look at him and I was too lazy to talk to him."
Jiaobai said coldly, "I don't care if you are avenging me or if you hate him for drugging you in front of your mother's tombstone. You are obsessed with this root of the disease and insist on fighting him. As long as you contact him again, I will hate you too. I will burn the dragonfly you sent me."
Shen Er'an was filled with silence. He murmured, "I said I would not retaliate against him again. I promised you that."
Jiaobai took his hand off his forehead and let Shen Eran see the wound he had caused.
The wound was right on the site of the old scar and was very ugly.
Shen Er'an's eyes were red.
"This collision is a warning to myself and also a way to tell you my determination. If you keep lying to me and want to stick with shit, I'll pretend I've never known you." Jiaobai looked at Shen Er'an tiredly. You can deal with the Cen family and avenge your mother, but you can't get involved with Li Jue. It will only make you go further and further astray and you will never be able to recover.
This is the last time I'll pull you, really the last time.
Shen Er'an looked at Jiao Bai and felt a chill on his back. Then, his whole body, from head to toe, was frozen. His voice trembled, "I'll let him go. I really won't... trust me again. I'll tell my men to stay away from Li Jue..."
Young Director Shen was incoherent, completely lacking the composure he had cultivated in the conference room and at drinking parties. It was as if he had turned back into the boy who could only fold origami dragonflies and draw them.
Jiaobai was tired, so she didn't hug him, but just asked, "Are you going to tease me again?"
Shen Er'an nodded. He grabbed the armrests on both sides of the wheelchair and looked at Jiaobai closely. There was stubbornness and caution in his wet and red eyes: "Are we still friends?"
Jiaobai gave a more complete answer: "Shen Eran, don't let me down."
Shen Er'an twitched the corners of his lips with great effort. What are you looking forward to
He had thought it through during this period. Once the Cen family fell, he would ask Tan Jun to surrender to the police station, and he would donate all of the Shen family's property in the name of the Liang family.
After that, he would go to Clam Mountain, to his mother's new grave, and commit suicide.
No more expectations.
His life depends on when the Cen family collapses.
Shen Eran smiled at Jiao Bai, his young and handsome face shrouded in a layer of deep vicissitudes: "I will try my best."
"Thank you." He squatted down and sobbed in front of Jiaobai's legs.
Thank you for still being willing to treat me as a friend.
Congratulations to player Jiaobai, you are the sixth friend to reach 50 active points. Victory is not far away from you. Please keep working hard.
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