Chapter 560

Name:Dear Mr.Shi Author:Beauty Jiang
The truth is like a torpedo, hidden in the cold chest. It's very stuffy. It's so stuffy that it doesn't even need to burst. It's going to be submerged by the sound of water.

When the cold thin lips cold pursed, closed his eyes, light way: "if it is not the second uncle, then what is the reason, so that you do not want to deal with my father's affairs, who killed your son, you do not care, but also let him go?"? Except for your other son, there's no other answer, right?

When xiuren seems, do not want to explain.

His voice is tearing, gritting his teeth, so helpless and sad: "since you know, then why can't you think for your grandfather, does grandfather lose a son, and have to bear the loss of another son?"

With that, he raised his hand angrily and swept all the things on the tea table with his crutch to the ground.

The sound of "bang bang" pierces the air and suppresses the silence!

Shi Yuhan raised his eyes slowly and looked at Shi xiuren sadly: "grandfather, I once swore to heaven that no matter who that person is, I will take revenge for my parents."

"If you want revenge, you have to kill your uncle, then when your uncle dies, ah Wen, the national government, will come to revenge for his father, and then kill you, and then Ann Nuo wants to revenge for his brother again. Are you avenging or torturing me?" the old man widened his eyes, and the wrinkles of his eyes almost cracked.

His face was covered with frost, and the pain spread in his chest. For a moment, he felt difficult to breathe. For a long time, he didn't make a sound, but just sat quietly.

When he saw that he didn't speak to the cold, he said excitedly: "do you have to take my life to be willing to..."

Said, his eyes full of wrinkles, tears flow out, trembling voice: "I still have a few days to live, simply not live, back to find some medicine to eat, let me die like this, I died a white, so you want how, anyway, I can't see it!"

The voice is not heavy, but with despair of desolation, the vibration of the room silent, quiet as dead water.

He closed his eyes slightly, his voice was dark and colorless, and overflowed from his thin white lips: "grandfather..."

Then he opened his eyes, turned his eyes to see Shi xiuren, and said in a low voice, "give me a little time, and I'll think about how to solve this problem."

"The solution?" When the old man held back his tears in his eyes and asked in a dumb voice, "what else do you want to do? Can't we just let it go? Is it not enough for your second uncle to walk around the gate of hell after he was shot

Shi Yuhan said coldly: "grandfather, please don't force me. He was wounded by a gun, but he started all this. I just want him to hand over the murderer, but what did he do? Grandfather, have you ever asked the second uncle, he arrested a woman to threaten me, and even wanted my life."

A moment of tension and complexity, flashed when the old man's eyes, when xiuren sighed: "this thing, he did wrong, I will let his body I apologize."

His eyes were filled with cold light, when Yuhan stood up: "sorry, or that sentence, I just need him to hand over the murderer who executed the case in those years!"