The villain coaxed to the extreme, and the host was carried away again!

Yan Bai couldn't help but roll his eyes, and said in a not too quiet voice, "I'm sick!"

The male protagonist stumbled in his steps, pretending to be cool, and then left pretending to be calm.

【Ding! The villain's blackening value is -1! 】

【Ding! The current villain's blackening value is 97! 】

Han Xueyi smiled and watched the hero's back disappear, feeling happy!

Today is a good day!

Yan Bai's shirt also had a lot of coffee stains on it. The villain was very pleased with Yan Bai at the moment, and he was very kind-hearted in a rare way.

"Go to my lounge inside and find some clothes to change into!"

Yan Bai reduced the villain's darkening value a bit, and he was in a good mood.

"Thank you, Brother Han!"

Han Xueyi is half a head taller than Yanbai. His clothes like Yanbai's have long sleeves and are fat, but he can only make do with it for now.

Yan Bai rolled up his sleeves a few times and put his clothes into his trousers, which looked quite unique.

He walked out of the lounge, and Han Shuoyi's eyes lingered on him for a moment.

Yan Bai thanked him and left. When Han Xueyi saw the door closed, he called someone.

"Check the rehabilitation of Fu's Group for me, everything is detailed!"

"Roger that!"

As a lawyer, sometimes it is inevitable to do some investigation for the case, and Han Xueyi naturally has familiar informants.

He gives money generously and happily, so naturally people are willing to do things for him, and the efficiency is high.

A few days later, he got a document with pictures and texts.

After dinner in the evening, Yan Bai went to wash the dishes. He took out the information and read it on the dining table.

In recent days, he has become accustomed to staying in the living room where Ai Yanbai hangs out.

This place is more smoky and nostalgic than a lonely study!

After many years, Han Shiyi looked at the figure busy in front of the sink, and had the illusion of going back in time.

Back then, my mother was always busy in the kitchen, cooking my father's favorite dishes. Then she washed the dishes, knelt on the floor and wiped the floor, keeping the kitchen spotless.

Han Xueyi was five or six years old at the time. He always felt that his mother liked the kitchen very much. Otherwise, why would she stay there for so long?

Han Xueyi has been well-behaved since he was a child. He was always like this back then, sitting at the dining table and watching his mother busy, just like he was watching Yan Bai now.

My father used to take a shower immediately after eating, and then wait for my mother in the room. Sometimes my mother would delay for too long, and my father would call her impatiently.

"Zijin, are you okay yet?"

My mother would look pale and immediately agree, "Just come!"

After that, Han Shiyi would be sent back to his room by his mother and told,

"Good boy, Xiaoyi, play for a while and then go to bed. Don't leave the room, okay?"

Han Shueyi nodded ignorantly, and his mother would kiss him and go to his room.

Later, one time, Han Shueyi couldn't find a toy and wanted to ask her mother, so she went to her parents' room.

Through the crack in the door, he saw a scene that puzzled him.

The mother was kneeling on the ground naked, trembling uncontrollably, while the father stood behind her tenderly.

"Zijin, you were so bad today. You came back to your room ten minutes late! Do you want me to punish you?"

Mother’s voice trembled:

"Sorry, I'll pay attention next time!"

Her father grabbed one of her arms and

"Girls who misbehave must be punished. You don't need to use your hands tonight!"

The father twisted his hands, and the mother let out a cry of pain, and her right arm fell limply to her side. The father walked to the other side and removed the mother's left arm.

Then he walked to his mother,

"Zijin, it's enough for you to have a mouth today."

Next, there was a scene that Han Xueyi couldn't understand. Han Xueyi was inexplicably panicked and ran away.

He ran back to his room and wrapped himself in a quilt. His heart was racing and he had nightmares all night long.

The next day, his father had already gone to work, and his mother came to wake Han Shueyi up.

Han Shueyi stroked his mother's arm gently, and her mother hissed softly,

"Does it hurt?"

Mother's face changed,

"Did you go out at night?"

Han Shuiyi's eyes were filled with tears,

"Mom, is dad bullying you?"

Zijin couldn't bear it any longer, so he broke down and cried while holding him in his arms. When he had cried enough, he said to Han Shuiyi:

"Listen to mom and never go out at night. Dad is not bullying mom, he just doesn't know how to love mom."

"Your dad is a great hero! He saved mom."

"Back then, my mother grew up in an orphanage. The director was a bad person. It was my father who saved my mother from the fire pit, so I am very grateful to him."

Han Xueyi seemed to understand what he heard. When he was a few years older, he would have a vague idea of ​​some things.

He knew that what his father did was wrong, that his behavior could not be called heroic, and that his mother was not happy either.

In the days to come, he would deliberately say to his mother in front of his father during dinner:

"Mom, I had a nightmare last night, can you sleep with me today?"

My mother's eyes lit up and she looked at her father carefully. Sometimes my father would agree, sometimes he wouldn't, it all depends on his mood.