Chapter 652

Even though he didn't say it in his heart, dugo still saw it, "you can stay here at ease. You can't help if you go there. This matter It's easy to do. It's just a matter of time. Anyway, you don't understand. Just wait. Then you have a rest. I'll go out and come back later. "

DuGe always comes and goes without a trace. It seems that he has endless physical strength.

When I was full, I got down and walked for a while. It was very late when I came back. I lay down and fell asleep.

In the middle of the night, dugo really came. He probably knew that I was sleeping heavily, so he didn't go out to answer the phone. He stood by the window to answer the phone. The voice was very light, but I still heard it.

"Mr. Qin, this matter is still known by Bai you. That child looks very sensible. In fact, she is a little girl who can think wildly. If you talk too much, she may not understand it. If you think too much, it's easy to have an accident, right? So, you just do it quietly. What's the use of coming back and saying? "

I'm curious to listen carefully, but I don't know what the uncle on the phone is talking about. Does it look serious?

Dugorn said, "don't worry, I won't have an accident here, just Ah, if you have to find a woman to accompany you, you can find one. It's almost enough. Why don't you stick to it? At that time, I was lucky that I didn't do anything to Bai you. It was just a matter of compensation. You just apologized. What? I'll go. I said, Mr. Qin, you're not as good as me. Isn't Bai you without a piece of meat? Your apology is an apology, but it doesn't matter. How about face? Do you really want to ask Bai you to go? It's amazing. Then you can find a woman and apologize. Ah, I know. I know. Cheng, I'll take care of her. Don't worry

I seem to understand. What dugo means is to ask Uncle to apologize to that person, but we are right about this. The other party wants to run on us intentionally. If uncle takes another woman, will the other party really accept it? Uncle is not AI, but also understand each other's intention.

Dugo doesn't want uncle to tell me about it, but I know it all. If I don't say it, it makes me think wildly.

So it seems that my uncle knows me, and my heart sinks.

I think it's really up to me to do this.

But how and when should I go?

DuGe watched me for a day and a night and didn't leave. That night, he finally had to leave because of the company's business. But the bodyguard standing at the door was like a body. If they were together, they would poison the door directly. I couldn't go out.

But I have to get out.

In the evening, dugo didn't come back, so I couldn't sit still.

I yelled to the outside, "come on, I want to go out for a walk. Which one of you will find me a pair of good shoes to wear? Come on, I'll suffocate."

Whatever you ask, this is what DuGe told me. As soon as my voice fell, the footsteps of bodyguards came from the outside. It seems that the shoes have been prepared for a long time. A bodyguard took out a pair of pink sports shoes from the bag. The size of the shoes is just right for me.

I look down at the shoes, and then look at my own clothes, hospital clothes, sports shoes. I think that the boss can bring me up.

But I really can't do it for the time being. I'm worried that it's more urgent for dugo to come back to see me, and I won't have a chance to slip away.

Finally, I took the opportunity to go to the bathroom and climbed out of the window. Across the street, song Xiaoyu, who came to meet me early, waved to me.

I lied to her that I wanted to go to my uncle. I was worried that something might happen to my uncle. I said that Zhang Ke threatened me. I didn't hide this from Song Xiaoyu, and she wouldn't say it outside. Although we have different positions, we all know that in this circle, we can't break away from many things, and virtually become each other's dependence.

She tacitly handed me a big bag with a little weight and a lot of things in it, "cosmetics, underwear, two skirts and a pair of high heels. You should be careful when you go to find him. Zhang Ke is not good at it. I've seen him several times. That man is a natural killer. If something happens, you should call the police. Don't tremble, you know ？ But if you don't tell me, I can guess that there must be Qin Nai in it, right

I did not say, just smile, took the bag, looking for some, did not find the money.

I was a little embarrassed, but I asked, "is that all? Can I board now? "

Song Xiaoyu couldn't take a breath and slapped me hard. "I don't know if you are careful. Money, credit card, mine, you can use it for the time being. I'll send you the password later. This is a round-trip air ticket. You must come back in three days, or something will happen, you know? Don't worry me! "

She looked at me with a worried frown.

She seems really worried about me.

I have some guilty smile, spit out tongue, "it's OK, don't worry, I'm sure to come back on time, I just go back to send a message to uncle to help him watch Zhang Ke, otherwise he can't care, you go back, I'll take a plane."

Song Xiaoyu nodded and stood under the street lamp at the corner to see me get into the taxi. I grabbed the bag and felt like an arrow.

At the airport, I changed my clothes, and she also put a small bag in it, which was very considerate. It was convenient for me to put some cosmetics and gadgets. As the time came, I ran in high heels.Before I came here, I didn't think much about it. I thought I was just sleeping. When I came back, everything would continue and my uncle's business would be better.

But I am still too young, as dugo said, my mind is a little simple.

When I saw the fat man, I knew that I was coming, and it was hard to leave.

He has been holding my hand, it is estimated that love sweating, physical fitness, palms sweating, holding me very uncomfortable.

I just frowned nervously and looked at the next on his ring finger to make sure he was married.

But he still shamelessly said, "I'm single, you're single, we're just right. Is that right? "

With that, his eyes protruded and looked back and forth on me.

I was seen hairy, silent for a while, then said, "..." Yes, yes

He burst out laughing. His thick fingers raised my chin, and the smell of smoke from his hands drifted away. I frowned a little.

He still said with a smile, "it's so beautiful. I had a reaction when I saw you dressed like that. Ha ha How old are you? Are you an adult

I nodded. "Nineteen."

"That's a good age. Ha ha, guess how old I am?"

I can't guess. Seeing his smiling face full of frowns, I guess it should be forty or fifty.

Who would have thought, he said, "I'm thirty-five this year."

That's old-fashioned.

I didn't speak, continue to tense looking at his hand, for fear that the hands dishonest continue to have other action.

At this time, I was afraid and a little reluctant, to be exact, very exclusive.

When his hand was stuck out again, I was struck by lightning and stood up instantly. Fortunately, the stool was not connected together, otherwise he just fell down because of the weightlessness of the stool. I looked at the stool that was tilted because I was nervous and jumped up, and explained my emotion at this time. Turning around on the ground, a layer of sweat beads rose on my back.

Boss Shi's original name is Shi Jian. He is just like his name. He is a treacherous villain with a stone heart.

He has no compassion for anyone, let alone me.

In his eyes, I'm a humble little wretch, a small tool he plays with, just one of all the toys he doesn't care about. When I've played enough, I'll throw it away, and I won't feel anything if I throw it away.

But I'm on my uncle's side. I'm also a tool, but I'm the one that my uncle always cares about. Therefore, I regret it. I regret it very much.

I don't know why I have to put myself in a position where I have no future value at all, so before I came here, I had lost my basic morality of being a human being. It was because I didn't grasp my dignity as a human being that people would think that I was just a tool to be used casually.

So when I saw his chubby hands reaching out to me, I gave him a violent slap and said, "pa!" The loud noise was like the thunder suddenly splitting down from the outside, which made me shiver.

He was stunned. I didn't, but I was more calm. Before he could react, I slapped him in the face, overturned the table beside him and rushed out of the hotel.

I don't know when it rained heavily outside. My fever didn't subside. Now it's so cold that I can't close my teeth. But I walk very firmly.

Before, I didn't understand why I was looked down upon by others. At this moment, I suddenly understood that the reason why I was a tool in other people's eyes and a person who could discard and deal with it casually was because first of all, I looked down on myself. I didn't understand that I was a complete person. I had my own ideas, and I was not only a tool for breathing.

I roar at the sky, lament the unfairness of the world, and also lament the tragedy that the world has brought to me, but I am even more frustrated. Why don't I seize the good resources I have, and ask me to become a real person immediately, but always take the lowest road to make myself more humble?

Even if I want to repay my uncle, can't I put myself in a difficult position.

I ran straight back to the airport, but when I got to the airport, I realized that I didn't deal with it well today, which made it more complicated.

Finally, I had to call my uncle.

Uncle arrived at the airport half an hour later. My clothes were wet and sticky to me. It was like a layer of camouflaged skin attached to me. It looked beautiful, but it was ugly and bloody.

He frowned at me for a while, took off his coat, suddenly warm hit, I shivered, looked up at him.

He laughed and whispered, "go back."

I didn't answer. I shrunk and followed him to the taxi.

In the car, my uncle didn't speak all the time. His arm tightly hugged my waist. I locked myself in his arms and looked up at his slightly tired face. I felt sad.

I opened my mouth several times. I wanted to apologize, but I didn't know what to say. I was kind-hearted to help, but it was me who messed up this matter. I apologized so innocently, but if I didn't apologize, wouldn't I be more guilty?After all, at an intersection of the car, I said, "uncle, I'm sorry."

He shook his head. "I don't blame you. I didn't handle it well. I'll talk about it in the hotel."