After the cannon fodder mission was completed, the younger male protagonist went crazy

Experiencing such tenderness again after a long time, Qiao Wenzhou almost burst into tears.

But he did not forget the most important thing, "Mom, don't leave yet, let me help you treat your wound."

Ye Wenxin was a little surprised, "You can also treat wounds?"

Qiao Wenzhou raised his chin slightly with pride, "Of course, I got full marks in hygiene class!"

Ye Wenxin praised subconsciously: "Great!"

The corners of Qiao Wenzhou's mouth curled up quickly.

Then, he took out the medicine box, asked Ye Wenxin to sit on the small bed in his room, and sat on a small stool, carefully disinfecting and applying medicine to the hideous wound.

Ye Wenxin lowered her head with gentle eyes, watching her baby apply medicine for her carefully.

The young man's movements were careful and cautious, and his brows were full of seriousness under his messy hair.

The small room is quiet and silent, but it is filled with warmth and happiness.

After wrapping the last layer of gauze, Qiao Wenzhou raised his head and said, "Okay, don't touch water for the next few days."

Suddenly, "Baby, come with mom, let's leave here, okay?"

"You are doing so well in hygiene class, you will surely be able to do well in other subjects as well."

"It doesn't matter if you really can't learn well. Mom can help you find a tutor."

"Baby is very smart, and will definitely be able to get into a good high school."

"Come with mom and don't work in the bar anymore, okay?"

"And your hair, mom will help you find a great barber, and we'll cut it shorter. I promise that it will still be very handsome after the cut, and it won't affect your looks at all, okay?"

Her soft voice was filled with pleading as she carefully asked the child who had long been estranged from her.

As for Qiao Wenzhou, he looked at the bruise under her sleeve and pursed his lips tightly.

"Baby, come with mommy, okay?"

Out of the corner of his eye, Qiao Wenzhou saw the clock hanging on the wall and he slowly shook his head.

Sorry, Mom, now is not the time...

It was hard to tell whether it was disappointment or something else, but Ye Wenxin's shoulders instantly slumped.

"There's food in the refrigerator. If you run out, call me. Don't pick up trash anymore. It's very dirty."

Leaving this sentence, Ye Wenxin left.

The house that had just been bustling became quiet again.

Squatting on a small stool, Qiao Wenzhou hugged himself tightly.

Mom…I’m sorry…I’m sorry…

A soft whimper escaped from his throat, and the boy's curled up body formed a small ball.

I don’t know what he was thinking, but when the young man looked up again, his dark eyes were frighteningly bright.

He sat at his desk, took out the inconspicuous notebook, and slowly flipped through it page by page.

Falling into water, suffocation, food poisoning, alcohol poisoning, gas leakage, falling objects, dust explosion, high-voltage cables...

He had all sorts of ways to kill the man silently.

but……

I turned to the last page of the notebook and it clearly said: Don’t lose the title of mother.

It was his own handwriting, although he could not remember when he had written it.

It was this sentence that caused his plans to be stranded again and again.

These words bound him like a tight hoop, preventing him from moving his fists or feet.

What should he do? Should he pretend not to see it again?

Like a fool, he can't figure out where those wounds came from?

Like a fool, he had no way to protect her or to avenge her?

If I continue like this, I will never be able to say "I'm sorry" to her in person?

Never be able to choose to go with her without hesitation?

No! I don't want to go on like this anymore!

The young man's brows instantly frowned.

He lit the lighter without hesitation, and the raging flames instantly engulfed the notebook filled with evil thoughts, and at the same time also broke away his tight hoop.

Qiao Wenzhou lowered his eyes and looked at the book that was burned to ashes in the brazier, with a fierce light in his eyes.

Qiao Wude! Go to hell!!!

night.

The young man lay straight on his little bed, his big, bright eyes staring straight at the ceiling.

He pricked up his ears, listening to the noise outside.

The creaking sound of the door was accompanied by the strong smell of alcohol, and Qiao Wude came back drunk.

The young man's mouth curled up briefly, then he closed his eyes and fell asleep.

In the middle of the night, Qiao Wenzhou opened his eyes and got up quietly.

When I left the house, Qiao Wude, who was sleeping like a dead pig on the sofa, didn't notice anything.

When he arrived at the bar, Qiao Wenzhou changed into waiter's clothes and walked around the bar.

This is a job he found himself. It does not delay his classes and he can also earn some extra money.

And most importantly——

Qiao Wenzhou glanced at the corner with the corner of his eye, where a group of scantily clad men and women were sitting.

His eyes were on the woman in the middle, who was wearing heavy makeup and had her breasts half exposed.

Zhang Yanhua was a famous street prostitute in the area and also Qiao Wude's mistress.

In fact, it’s not quite right to call him a mistress. Qiao Wude was at most just one of Zhang Yan’s customers.

Zhang Yanhua didn't take Qiao Wude seriously, but Qiao Wude liked Zhang Yanhua very much.

Because Zhang Yanhua is young, beautiful, considerate and gentle.

But in Qiao Wenzhou's eyes, she was vain and cowardly.

A very good knife wielder.

Just a little push...

Looking back, Qiao Wenzhou was working diligently without saying a word, looking honest and dull.

When I finished work, it was time for the monthly salary to be paid.

With his monthly salary, Qiao Wenzhou used the last bit of moonlight to sell the garbage he had collected recently, and then bought himself a cheap breakfast, leaving him with exactly 3500 yuan.

Then, he took out 1500 yuan from the small treasury he had secretly hidden, just enough to make up the 5000 yuan.

Holding the money in his hand, he happily pushed open the door and said excitedly, "Dad, I got my salary today!"

Qiao Wude, who was woken up, was full of impatience. He cursed, "Get lost! You bastard!"

Qiao Wenzhou acted as if he hadn't heard anything and happily came over, "Dad, the manager gave me my salary today, 5000 yuan!"

Qiao Wude then looked straight at Qiao Wenzhou, "5000?"

As if he didn't see the greed in the other person's eyes, Qiao Wenzhou nodded with a smile, "Yeah! 5!"

The bearded man rolled his eyes slightly and laughed, "Baby, you are still young, can daddy help you keep the money first?"

It was like Grandma Wolf's smile, full of ill intentions, and her eyes were filled with disgusting desires.

Qiao Wenzhou was like a fool, totally unaware. He nodded without any hesitation, "Okay!"