Holding his cell phone, Wucao didn't know if he should make this call.

The number on the mobile phone screen comes from Dad’s longest lover.

Wucao once thought that this aunt would become her mother, but unfortunately her aunt also has her own family.

Five years ago, my father got into the bureau because of a fight, and my brother was participating in a competition. The aunt came to inform her and left a note with the phone number written on it.

The note was later thrown into the trash can by his brother. He didn't know, so he quietly wrote down the number.

She hasn't beaten once, and her father's identity as a lover is too embarrassing and she doesn't know how to deal with it.

However, my brother has been out for many days in the evening, and last time someone from the martial arts school came to his house.

She was worried that she wanted to know what was going on.

She believed that if she insisted on asking her brother, she would tell her the matter.

But she also knew that this was a kind of harm to her brother.

My brother wants to handle it before telling her.

After hesitating for a while, she closed her eyes and pressed her hand down.

The beeping sounds sounded, and her heartbeats became even more intense.

"Hello?"

It took a long time to get the phone open, and the female voice across the street was very tired.

Wucao then realized that it was early morning.

"Sorry, I'm sorry to disturb you for resting." She apologized repeatedly.

"Are you?" The female voice woke up a little.

"I am Qiuwucao."

The female voice paused for a while and rang out in an awkward voice: "It's you, what happened? Your brother said he had already settled the debt."

Arrears? What is arrears?

Wucao wanted to ask, but she held it back. This matter must have something to do with her father.

"Have you seen my dad recently?" she said.

This pause was even longer.

"He didn't tell you." The sound from the phone was very light, almost like a sigh.

"I didn't ask." Wucao explained to his brother, although the other party did not blame Qiu Sheng for his tone.

"I have a house in Shuilong. Why don't you and your brother go and live with me? But I still have to stay in the Dragon Palace most of the time."

It is no longer necessary to explain. Although the process is still in the fog, Wucao already knows what happened.

Tears suddenly filled her eyes. She didn't want to hear anything or say anything. She wanted to lie down and lay on the bed that her father painted her pink.

"Thank you." She thanked her hard and put her phone in place.

The cell phone hit the bedside table, making a sound. Her hands were trembling.

Lying on the bed, her brain was blank.

She thought nothing. In the dark room, there was only the light from the screen of the mobile phone. After more than ten seconds, the light went out and she lay in the darkness.

When she turned over and pressed her cheek against the pillow, the wet touch came, and she realized that she had been crying.

The brother said that dad is not a responsible dad, and she doesn't think so.

My father is rarely at home and often promises her things and then releases her pigeons, but she only has such a father.

She felt that she was living a comfortable and happy life. Part of this happiness was brought to her by her brother, and part of it was brought to her by her father.

Tears were flowing faster, and she didn't know what dirty things were in her eyes. It hurt so much that she sat up and rubbed them with her hands.

She leaned against the corner of the wall, and the touch on her back made her feel a little more relaxed, just like she leaned against her father and brother's arms.

I don’t know how long it took, two clicks came from outside the door, which was the sound of the door opening and closing.

My brother is back.

She wiped her tears, she wanted to turn the door open and throw herself into her brother's arms.

She had to find a reason to not let her brother know that she already knew about her father.

She thought, and said she had a nightmare, she could act coquettishly and sleep with her brother like she did when she was a child.

She stepped on the floor and felt a little cold. She didn't want to waste time looking for slippers. She took a step towards the door and pressed her hand on the door handle.

Just press it and she will see her brother.

She retracted her hand.

Back at the bedside, she picked up her phone, turned on the camera, and turned it into a front camera.

She can't go out anymore.

Her eyes were red, and this could not be concealed. My brother would guess what happened.

Gently put down her phone, she lay on the bed.

Unlike the blank space just now, the chaotic thoughts were entangled in her mind. She closed her eyes and tried hard not to think about it.

She couldn't cry anymore, and she had to have breakfast with her brother in the morning. She wanted to go to bed early to eliminate the redness and swelling of her eyes.

...

Qiu Sheng stood outside the dance grass gate.

He had been back for a while, Wucao didn't hear the first sound of the door closing, and he heard the girl's sob.

He then opened the door for the second time and closed it hard.

He thought the girl would come out and found a reason to throw herself into his arms, but the girl's footsteps stopped behind the door and went back.

He had to think about it all. Did Wucao know that he had harmed his father? Is she unwilling to see herself?

Qiu Sheng knew this was impossible.

First of all, Wucao is not such a child.

Secondly, except for a few people from the Dongshan Martial Arts Hall, no one should know the truth about this matter.

But he just couldn't control himself and thought.

He felt irritated, and the pleasure brought by the plan went away without a trace.

He thought of that woman, the culprit, and he wanted to dig the woman out of the tomb and slap her in the face with his fist.

Yi Qingqian touched Qiu Sheng's shoulder, and she felt that Qiu Sheng's condition was very wrong.

When Qiu Sheng turned her head, she was startled. His eyes were filled with anger. She had seen the anger in all kinds of eyes, and she knew what it meant.

Some are angry and irritable. With just a little conflict, the flames will burn onto the irrelevant person and then dissipate.

Some are frustrated and weak, and this kind of fire will only burn itself and may even be extinguished by itself.

The anger in Qiu Sheng's eyes was a restrained flame.

This kind of fire will lurk and wait for an opportunity to burn on the person it should burn, burning wildly and burning, making the other party feel the deepest pain.

Qiu Sheng opened the door and walked out, and Yi Qingqian followed.

She didn't know where Qiu Sheng was going, so they walked two streets and came towards a young man.

When he walked behind the young man, Qiu Sheng raised his fist and slapped the man hard on the back of the head.

The man screamed and fell to the ground.

He covered his head with one hand and inserted it into his pocket with the other hand.

Yi Qingqian immediately used his ability, and the man's shadow moved. The shadow's hand held his hand and stopped him.

Qiu Sheng kicked the man between the legs, and the man suddenly lost the ability to resist.

He turned him over, pressed his knees against his waist, and slammed his face.

The man was stunned. His nose bridge was broken, his teeth were broken, and blood flowed out of his nostrils and his mouth.

Every time Qiu Sheng swung his fist, a pool of blood would splash out.

Yi Qingqian felt fear.

Qiu Sheng's face did not look ferocious, his expression was calmer than ever, but his behavior was violent than ever.

The man completely fainted.

After punching a few more times, Qiu Sheng stood up.

He breathed rapidly, and the boxing took a lot of his energy.

Holding the tremor in his heart, Yi Qingqian walked forward.

She took Qiu Sheng's hand, and her hands were bleeding, not the blood of the men on the ground, but Qiu Sheng's own blood.

Qiu Sheng's fist movement was too rough and hurt himself.
Chapter completed!