Chapter 1248

After he copied the address from the computer, he couldn't bear the boiling blood all over him anymore, hurriedly left a note for his daddy Jack, and rushed towards this small town non-stop.

It was midsummer at this time, and the roadside was full of roses, and the fine petals covered the tree-lined path.

Tinker Bell walked along this path, and he knew that the only freshwater river across the town was in front of him. And Ruan Zhuo usually has no other hobbies, his favorite thing in his free time is fishing.

Everything was as Tinker Bell guessed, when he walked to the Danshui River, he saw Ruan Zhuo sitting on a stone bench under the embankment fishing from a distance.

The setting sun dyed half of the river red, Ruan Zhuo focused on the fishing rod in front of him, his back looked extraordinarily lonely.

Little Ding Dong stopped, a look of unbearableness flashed in his eyes, Daddy seemed to have lost weight...

No, no, the current Ruan Zhuo is his uncle!

Tinker Bell curled up her lips mockingly, the unbearable anger in her eyes was shrouded in anger, everything she has now is thanks to her uncle in front of her!

He walked towards Ruan Zhuo like a cat, staring fiercely at Ruan Zhuo who was fishing with his scarlet eyes, like a fierce lion about to pounce on its prey at any time.

It was Ruan Zhuo who was fishing by the river. After he buried Shen Sizhe on that unknown island half a year ago, he became disheartened and hid in this unknown town.

Just overnight, he lost the mafia that he had worked so hard to manage for many years, and even Shen Sizhe, who didn't know how to face him, died in front of him.

For all these changes, Ruan Zhuo didn't have too much resentment in his heart. Because he knew that he was the culprit of all this!

If he hadn't insisted on taking Tinker Bell away, his younger sister Xiaoju wouldn't have passed away tragically, and Jack wouldn't have dealt with him crazily, forcing him to become a loner.

In this small town, Ruan Zhuo lives the most ordinary and ordinary life, and no one knows that he is the once famous mafia leader. Coming to the river to go fishing has become an unshakeable thing for him every day, just like work.

He doesn't care how many fish he can catch, but he likes to look at the endless rivers, and feels like the life he has walked through, gone forever, and there is no possibility of turning back.

But even though he had already become disheartened, he didn't completely relax his vigilance.

When Tinker Bell walked towards him, he already felt two vicious eyes staring at him behind him, as if being stared at by a poisonous snake.

Ruan Zhuo turned around slowly, and then his eyes widened in disbelief.

He couldn't believe what he saw, the one walking towards him was actually Tinker Bell!

Ruan Zhuo watched in astonishment as Tinker Bell approached him step by step, a feeling of sourness slowly surged into his heart.

That's right, that is indeed Tinker Bell!

They should have not seen each other for half a year, right? Tinker Bell has grown so much taller that she looks like a teenager.

Moreover, Tinker Bell's eyes were so indifferent, the surrounding air became thin and condensed like frost.

Ruan Zhuo dropped the fishing rod in his hand, stretched out his hand and waved at Tinker Bell, "Tinker Bell!"

Ruan Zhuo's eyes filled with joy, he couldn't help but wonder, did Ding Dong come to him because of missing him?

Little Dingdong ignored Ruan Zhuo's waving to him, and came to Ruan Zhuo indifferently, with a cold tone, "Uncle."

The joy in Ruan Zhuo's eyes was instantly shattered by this uncle, and he instantly understood that it seemed that Tinker Bell had recovered the memory of being hypnotized before.

"Tinker Bell, you..."

Ruan Zhuo softly called out Ding Dong's name, but was speechless again.

Because he didn't know what else he could say in the face of such a little jingle.

His expression became even more lonely, and even his smile became bitter. He just stared at Tinker Bell without saying anything.

Little Dingdong came to Ruan Zhuo in a dark voice, and said in a cold voice, "Uncle, you should pay back what you owe Mommy!"

As he spoke, he suddenly opened his hands towards Ruan Zhuo's face.

Immediately, white smoke filled the air with a slight fragrance, which also made Ruan Zhuo smile even more miserably.

This kind of smoke is very familiar to Ruan Zhuo, it is a mist specially prepared by Shen Sizhe, and he personally taught Ding Dong to use it for self-defense.

But now, this kind of smoke has become a tool to deal with him!

The light-smelling mist was inhaled by Ruan Zhuo, his vision became more and more hazy, only Tinker Bell glared at him, which did not fade at all.

He has raised such an excellent child with his own hands, but after all, he still regards him as a sworn enemy!

Ruan Zhuo sighed quietly in his heart, and fell into a coma following the mist of smoke sadly.

When Ruan Zhuo woke up, he found himself lying on the bed with a faint tingling sensation from his ankle.

He didn't bother to check himself, but eagerly looked around, looking for Tinker Bell.

It was obviously dark outside, and the room was lit with deserted lights. Ding Dong just stood in front of the window, with an extremely indifferent expression on his face.

Seeing Ruan Zhuo woke up, a flash of hatred flashed in Dingdang's eyes, and then he said coldly, "Uncle, do you feel a tingling pain in your ankle?"

Ruan Zhuo nodded calmly, waiting for Ding Dong to continue.

"Uncle, I picked your hamstring. The anesthetic has not passed yet. I guess you will have to wait a while before you can feel the pain. You will only be attached to a wheelchair for the rest of your life."

Tinker Bell spoke softly, as naturally as if talking about the weather.

Ruan Zhuo, who was lying on the bed, was not surprised at all. It turned out that he just broke his hamstring, nothing. Compared with the wrong things he did, this is really the lightest punishment.

Looking at the indifferent Ruan Zhuo, Ding Dong frowned slightly, and asked softly, "Why, why didn't you respond at all?"

"This is the retribution I deserve, isn't it?" Ruan Zhuo shrugged his shoulders indifferently, as if the person whose hamstring was broken was not him.

"That's right!" No matter how steady Ding Dong was, he was only a child of seven or eight years old.

He suddenly felt that everything he did was child's play in Ruan Zhuo's eyes, and he raised his voice furiously, "I want to kill you too, but I promised Mommy to be a good child! And when you hypnotized me It didn't hurt me, and I have no reason to kill you. But, I want you to pay back what I owe to my mommy! If you didn't insist on doing it yourself, how could she die?!"

Facing Tinker Bell's questioning with scarlet eyes, Ruan Zhuo bowed his head speechlessly, his face full of guilt.

Yes, what Tinker Bell said was right, if it wasn't for taking Tinker Bell away with her will, how could her only sister go to heaven at such a young age?