Kill crazy! The real daughter rushed to rectify the rich family!

boom--

Qin Wu fiercely kicked the seat in front of him: "What are you yelling about?"

The driver shut up immediately.

He was originally a relative of Qin Wu's who he brought from Nangang. He had long been accustomed to Qin Wu's weirdness and abnormality. However, he had only shown his abnormality to others in the past and had never been cruel to himself. At this moment, he could not help but be shocked and terrified.

"First, first, first... Sir, what are you doing..."

"Shut your mouth and drive to the hospital."

Qin Wu lazily leaned back in his chair, then raised his fist, which was still dripping with blood, in front of his eyes, and turned to signal Qin Jianbai: "Raise your hand here."

Qin Jianbai: ...

A minute later, Qin Jianbai spread out his palms.

Only then did Qin Wu open his fist.

In the bloody palm, several terrible wounds were clearly visible, which were 80% similar to Qin Jianbai's wound next to him - except for the one in the palm.

The cut on Qin Wu's body was a little crooked.

He couldn't help but let out a "tsk" and his face gradually darkened.

Qin Jianbai looked at all this and felt his brain was in a trance - he felt a sense of horror and unreality as if a normal person had accidentally entered a mental hospital.

"What are you going to do?" Qin Jianbai murmured, "You don't want to go to Ye Kong again, do you?"

"Of course I'll go." Qin Wu shook the blood off his hands, as if he didn't feel any pain. "Isn't that why I need you?"

He looked at the hideous wound on his palm and said with some dissatisfaction: "Although it's not exactly the same, it can barely make up the number, right? It's worth the risk."

As they were talking, the car suddenly jolted violently.

Qin Wu kicked the driver's seat again: "Can you drive?"

"Sir!" The driver looked at him anxiously, "I just want to drive faster! How many years have you not been injured? I also have to inform the old lady..."

"Notify your mother!" Qin Wu kicked him again, "Shut up and drive."

After saying that, he tilted his head towards Qin Jianbai again: "Don't you want to know why Ye Kong hates me so much?"

As he spoke, he raised his hand that was still bleeding and smiled at Qin Jianbai: "Because of this."

The sunlight outside the window was clear. Thin streams of blood flowed down the man's palm, slid across his wrist, and gradually condensed into plump scarlet blood beads. The cold luster was reflected by the skylight and reflected on the man's slightly raised but gradually pale lips, making him look more and more like a vampire who was about to turn to ashes.

"Ye Shiyi..." he said, "was once my human-shaped blood bag."

·

Flower box.

The children were cheering around the people who had just arrived. A girl with a ponytail was distributing gifts to them with a proud look on her face. After distributing one box, she ran to the car and got another box.

On the other side, Ye Kong looked at the dean holding the young man's hand and sighing.

"Tell me... how come she is so good at causing trouble? People came here with guns and cannons, but she dared to lock them up. I, an old man, don't care. Children naturally gain sympathy and it's not a big problem if they are different every year. But she is now a well-known person. If this gets out, how can she survive in society?"

"You don't know! Even an old man like me couldn't get in last night! How can this be justified? I am the dean of the Flower Box!"

"You are so old but still not stable at all. I still have to worry about you all the time. Oh!"

……

After quietly listening to the old man's complaints, the young man was silent for a few seconds before he said quietly: "You are right, she should not have returned to the Flower Box at all."

"..." The old man stopped breathing and looked up at him.

The young man was very serious and calm: "If she hadn't come, these reporters and media wouldn't have come. Even earlier, if she hadn't caused such a big incident in Yuzhou, the flower box wouldn't have returned to the public's attention, making the children here live in unrest."

"..." The old man slowly let go of his hand, his expression becoming somewhat ugly, "Are you angry? Angry at Eleven?"

"Shouldn't I be angry?" the young man said slowly, "I am also a sponsor here, but you never told me any news, and by the time I knew about it, the peace here had already been broken."

"..." The old man's eyes gradually became strange, and there was a bit of anger.

He was about to open his mouth to scold, but the girl who had been watching the show interrupted him.

"Okay, go have your breakfast." She sat cross-legged on the mat, propped up her face, stared at the young man with a stagnant look in her eyes, and raised the corner of her mouth with contempt, "This man is obviously coming for me, stop stealing the show."

Old man:......

Although it sounded like he was being scolded, the old man vaguely understood what Ye Kong meant. He just looked at the young man deeply and really walked away.

Only after the old man's back disappeared outside the door did the young man look at Ye Kong.

Ye Kong bowed his head, raised his hand to make tea, and asked him at the same time: "So, what are you angry about?"

"Shouldn't I be angry?" The young man said slowly, "This is not just your territory, this doesn't just belong to you."

He said word by word: "This is also the resting place of my brother."

"It was you who allowed a group of reporters from nowhere to disturb the tranquility here. Shouldn't I be angry?"