When he suddenly learned the truth, Han Dayu was really taken aback.
But it's just that, after all, his trust in Han Mu is not as good as Han Weilan's.
"Get me a bottle of water."
Huzi silently threw away Fu Sijin, turned around and came back soon afterwards, with an open bottle of mineral water in his hand.
After receiving the water, Han Dayu poured it on Little Brother Han's head without saying a word, and wiped his face with his sleeves.
Young brother Han was so hurt by the rough movement, even in a coma, he couldn't help but frown uncomfortably.
"You can't be lighter!" Mother Han looked distressed.
"Shut up!" Han Dayu roared irritably, and Mother Han immediately silenced.
She curled up in the corner and watched with trepidation watching Han Dayu clean the face of Brother Han, and then took a photo with the flashlight, revealing a white and childish face.
Even if you close your eyes tightly, you can clearly see that Han Xiaodi and Han Weilan look very similar, the typical son Xiaomother.
A trace of hesitation flashed across Han Dayu's eyes, and suddenly he tore off the mask and hat from his face.
It is indeed the man who dazzled the mother of Han with a face back then. Time seems to be particularly fond of Han Dayu.
Even though he is more than sixty years old this year, his slightly weathered face looks only forty or fifty years old. The handsome appearance that has not changed much has the charm of a mature man because of the gift of time.
Going out with this appearance, it is said that all the stars believe.
Mother Han's appearance can only be regarded as beautiful, and she doesn't pay much attention to maintenance, and even her previous appearance has been degraded almost when she gets older, and she can't give birth to such a beautiful child.
Even Han Weilan is actually more like Han Dayu than Han Mu.
Of course, the younger brother Han, who looks similar to Han Weilan, also looks very similar to Han Dayu.
With just this appearance, if Han Xiaodi and Han Dayu are not related at all, even ghosts would not believe it.
At least Han Dayu believes.
"What's his last name?" Han Dayu asked hoarsely.
Mother Han knows him too well, knowing what to say at this time can best save the life of Han's younger brother: "His surname is Han, and his name is Han Jincheng, and he is the child of your Han family."
In the past, Han Weilan quarreled with Han Mu over her and her child's surnames countless times because she wanted to change her mother's surname, but Han Mu firmly disagreed.
At that time, Han Weilan thought it was because his mother still had an old affection for the scumbag Han Dayu, and only Han Mu herself, Han Dayu's former pillow, knew it well.
As long as Han Weilan and Han Jincheng are still surnamed Han, then Han Dayu will not touch them anyway.
Because in the eyes of that person, this is the seed of their Han family, the descendant of the Han family.
It's a ridiculous concept, but if it weren't for this, Han Dayu would not coax her to give her daughter the father's surname, nor would she try to elope with the Xiaosanjuan for the illegitimate son.
It's a pity that Xiao San's son is not his Han Dayu's seed at all.
Mother Han sneered, but also extremely nervous.
She hoped that Han Dayu could let his grandson go because it was the grandson of the Han family. Even if she died here today, as long as she could keep her grandson, she would be able to give her an explanation.
Not knowing the complicated thoughts in Han Mu's heart, Han Dayu stared at the younger brother Han in his hand.
"This is my grandson, this is actually... it's really the grandson of my Han family! Hahahaha... My Han family finally has a wife, Huzi, have you seen it? This is the Han family's grandson! Hahaha..."
The hoarse laughter was extremely ugly, and it was frightening madness.
No one noticed that Fu Sijin, who fell far away, clenched his fists, and was breaking away from the rope little by little.
In addition to his childhood experience caused great psychological barriers, his colleagues also gave him a lot of things.
Without telling his family, Fu Sijin secretly reported many courses, all for self-protection.
Taekwondo, martial arts... including break free techniques.
Facts have proved that all previous efforts have not been in vain. With the relaxation of Han Dayu and others, Fu Sijin has really managed to break free.
It would be a surprise, he didn't dare to attack immediately, so he could only wait for the opportunity first.
The wound on his body is very painful, and it seems to have split a little after the struggle just now.
But this is not what Fu Sijin should think about now.
How can he save Qingqing out
Everyone can see Han Dayu's determination to kill Qingqing. If the situation is allowed to go on, Qingqing will undoubtedly die.
They simply... can't wait for rescue.
Fu Sijin's brain was calmer than ever before. He first observed the distance between himself and Qingqing in secret, and then glanced at the distance between them and the factory building.
Fu Si was stunned to meet Han Mu's gaze inadvertently, and then lowered his head, apologizing in his heart.
I'm sorry, he can't even take care of his own safety, and he has no spare power to save others.
Mother Han's eyes are gentle with insight into everything.
After all, she and the other party are not relatives, and it is impossible to ask others to save themselves when their own life safety is not guaranteed.
Moreover, while piercing the identity of his grandson, Han Mu actually expected that Han Dayu would never let them go.
In essence, she behaved exactly like that young man.
I just want to keep the people I care about, other people...
I can only say sorry.
"Take him out and lock him in the car."
As Han Mu had expected, after confirming that Han Jincheng was his grandson, Han Dayu gave up his desire to kill him.
He threw the child to Huzi and asked Huzi to take the person away.
After all, the following pictures are not suitable for children to watch.
If Fu Sijin and others knew that Han Dayu had such thoughts, it would definitely feel absurd.
Forgive perverted murderers also have normal thinking
Huzi took Han Jincheng and left, and the empty factory building became even more empty.
Without a distracting target, Han Dayu noticed the Qing Qing on the ground again.
Qingqing did not fall lightly just now, and she was tied tightly again, and she couldn't get up at all.
The little guy fell to the ground and motionless in pain. Had it not been for the slight ups and downs of her chest, I'm afraid Han Dayu would have thought she was dead.
"Fortunately, you don't die so fast, I haven't played enough yet."
Holding Qingqing up with one hand like a dead dog, Han Dayu leaned close to her, his enlarged face with strong malice.
The witness is going to kill her!
The keen perception came into play and clearly conveyed the terrible killing intent of the opponent to the owner.
Qingqing was so scared that her cold hair stood up, and her whole body was clamoring to escape quickly, but she couldn't move at all.
The tied hands lifted up with difficulty, and the fingertips grasped Han Dayu's big hand which was holding her front skirt tightly.
To prevent her from repeating the old tricks, Han Dayu simply clasped Qingqing's hands, grabbed her wrists and dragged her up.
This action caused Qingqing’s arm to be stretched and painful. A twine was tied to her elbow, which strangled her upper body and hands and arms. The rough rope rubbed out red marks on her white and tender skin, which caused a lot of pain. Let Qingqing tears straight down.
Clenching her little baby teeth, Qingqing didn't want to cry in front of the bad guys, but the tears just couldn't stop cracking and falling.
His eyes were quickly blinded.
With tears in her eyes, Qingqing saw that the other party took out a knife.
Pointing the tip of the knife to her delicate neck, with a gentle force, a blood stain gradually appeared.
"Is it painful?" Seeing the blood pouring out, Han Dayu's nervous smile became more and more obvious: "But you asked for it!"
"..." Qingqing glared at the bad guy.
Han Da's violent veins broke out, and his subordinates worked harder: "If you listened to me obediently, and hid well, I didn't have to kill you. Who told you to be nosy?"
Fu Si raised his eyes to Han Dayu.
then? What happened to his mother and this lunatic
It seemed that he felt that he was winning, but Han Dayu suddenly became more interested in talking.
He turned his head to look at Fu Sijin in embarrassment on the ground, and sneered.
"Hey, boy, do you know why you suffered all this? Your mother is all to blame. It is because of her that I have to send someone to torture you in order to avenge Gu Qingqing."
Qingqing's clasped hands tensed suddenly.
Fu Sijin also took a moment to show an expression of disbelief: "Just... because of this?"
The voice trembled.
For this ridiculous reason, this neurosis has tortured him for so many years.
He kicked Fu Sijin's stomach sharply, hitting the wound in his abdomen.
"Ah..." Fu Si screamed unexpectedly, his entire handsome face distorted.
"What? You think my reason is ridiculous?"
Looking down at Fu Sijin condescendingly, Han Dayu's face twitched slightly, and he suddenly yelled in anger: "But if it weren't for her, I wouldn't have been in jail for twenty-five years. For twenty-five years, my entire life would have been abolished. !"
"Your life?"
Childish childish voice, this is not from Fu Sijin: "Your life was not ruined by yourself? Murderer."
He suddenly turned his head and stared at Qing Qing, his horrifying eyes covered with bloodshot eyes.
As if that stimulation was not enough, Qingqing’s lovely face showed an age-incompatible irony: “Even if you do it again, I will definitely stand up and expose your crime!”
The whole body was shaking violently, Han Dayu's face kept twitching, he suddenly raised his hand and pointed the sharp blade at Qingqing's heart: "I will kill you!"
One knife fell.
Waved empty.
Han Dayu couldn't recover until he fell to the ground.
When he got up, he saw that Fu Sijin, who didn't know when to break free, had already staggered and disappeared outside the factory building.
"They ran away, chase them, they are not allowed to run!"
Quickly got up from the ground, Han Dayu roared while chasing after Fu Sijin.
"Whirring whirring… "
A violent gasp resounded in my ears, Qingqing curled up in Fu Sijin's arms, her little hand obediently grasping the skirt of his chest.
He grabbed a wet hand, and the thick bloody smell clouded the tip of his nose, but Qing Qing did not dare to speak, let alone move.
She was afraid that if she moved, she would become a drag on Fu Sijin.
Although it is now the biggest drag.