This big guy begs you to stop

Chapter 167 167. Love in the Republic of China (7)
"No." Bo Ling said two words lightly, then quickened her pace and walked forward.

Hearing this answer, Ah Sheng finally let go of half of his heart, so he hurriedly dragged the car and ran to Bo Ling:
"Miss, let me pull you. There are too many bends here. If you get on the car, I don't have to go around and tell you how to get there."

Ah grew up with a very childlike face, and now his red face is like a red apple, shining and sweating, but it seems extremely happy.

Bo Ling felt that what A Sheng said was correct, so she sat on it directly.

Along the way, Bo Ling felt as if she was in the [-]th bend. There were alleys everywhere, and the turns were in a mess. No matter how amazing her memory was, she couldn't remember such a troublesome street.

I really don't know how people in the past remembered it.

Soon, Ah Sheng stopped at the entrance of a deserted alley, and Bo Ling looked at it. It was rather deserted, and there was no breath, only the small cry of a child could be heard. It seemed that it should be the place where Chen Mengjun was.

The place where even the branches are unwilling to grow in, seems to be telling how annoying this Chen Mengjun is.

[Host, Chen Mengjun is dying, please speed up. 】

After putting away the rickshaw, Ah Sheng was just about to show Bo Ling where Chen Mengjun lived, when he saw Bo Ling quickly ran in and kicked open the gate of Chen Mengjun's house, which was still considered a door.

Shocked, Ah Sheng hurriedly followed.

When Bo Ling rushed into the house, the simple furnishings in the house, the bottomless rice vat, and the overgrown weeds on the deserted ground all told her that life was difficult and walking was difficult.

When the door of the inner room was kicked open, the child who was only a few months old could only sit on the ground and cry loudly.

And on the ground, blood flowed all over the ground. Chen Mengjun lay on the ground, looking at the wound on his wrist that was bleeding and gushing out, he smiled and murmured:

"Let's go, let's go more, go to that person's house, tell him, even a ghost will not let him go."

Bo Ling pursed her lips and scolded in a low voice, "Crazy."

This is the most shocking picture of the heroine that Bo Ling has ever seen. Her eyes are lifeless, lifeless, and her eyes are stagnant.

The clothes on her body have been mended countless times, and they are all talking, she is very poor, and the poor have no way to live.

Bo Ling squatted down, looked at her, lifted her chin slightly, and found that she was not looking at herself either,' just muttering:

"If you have anything else to say to scold me, scold me."

Bo Ling: ...a weakling!
"Want revenge?"

Hearing this, Chen Mengjun raised his head dully and glanced at Bo Ling, then lowered his head again, with a look of indifference to life and death:

"Revenge? I'm dead."

Bo Ling: ...then let you die!

good boy:! ! ! [Host, let her take special medicine. 】

There are several scars on Chen Mengjun's wrists, it seems that she has committed suicide many times, but, who has been saving her?

Why didn't you come today?
"Asheng, take the child out." Bo Ling slowly lifted Rang from the ground, and told Asheng who stood in shock at the door and didn't know what to do.

Ah Sheng got the order, hurriedly said a few times, stepped forward quickly, and carried the poor crying child out, hugging and coaxing:

"It's alright, it's alright."

Listening to the cries of the child getting smaller and smaller, Bo Ling threw the unconscious person on the bed, making a jingling sound.

(End of this chapter)