Little slag run

Di Que's depression and grievances accumulated for two days suddenly erupted, his eyes were sore and uncomfortable, and he really wanted to throw himself into Ivan's arms and cry.

He stretched out his hand to support Ivan's arm on his chest, and bit down on it fiercely, his teeth almost embedded in the flesh, clenching tightly.

Ivan behind him didn't move, and didn't even make a sound, until Di Que's jaw was sore, and he slowly let go of his mouth.

"I'm sorry." Di Que's mood calmed down a little, and he broke away from Ivan, lowering his head and regretting the impulse just now.

"Hehe, why apologize? It doesn't hurt at all." Ivan stepped forward with a relaxed tone.

Ivan, who survived under the hail of bullets, biting him by Di Que was like a kitten stretching out its paws to show affection to him coquettishly. He felt nothing but cuteness.

"Don't worry about me anymore." Di Que said suddenly and resolutely.

What he is doing now is just using Ivan, but he can't help but accept Ivan's kindness when he is weak and helpless.

Ivan paused in surprise, and said after a while, "I don't ask you to promise me anything, so you don't have to bear any burden."

"..." Di Que was entangled with Ivan, so he simply shook his head and gave up: "I want to go home, so you don't have to follow me this time."

Ivan smiled, and still followed Di Que's side every step of the way: "Wherever I go is my freedom, I just happened to be on the same road with you."

Di Que was so angry that he was speechless, so he rolled his eyes and let Ifan mess around.

He ignored his parents for two days. If he didn't show up again, the old man would probably have a cerebral hemorrhage.

Di Que silently strengthened his courage, thinking about whether he should choose a piece of land with good Fengshui in advance...

He stood at the door of his house with his neck up and looked at it for a long time, and he felt more and more that his courtyard looked solemn and solemn today, not a place for people to live in.

As soon as Di Que stepped in, she was stopped by Aunt Feng who was packing up at the door, and pushed it anxiously.

"Young master, why are you back? The master and wife are arguing about you."

Di Que had expected that the family would not be peaceful, so he calmly accepted it.

"Where are they? I'm going to see them."

"Don't go, the master is in a fit of anger, young master, why don't you hide at Master A Yao's house for two days, this time the master is not just angry." Aunt Feng said in a low voice, unable to hide the worried and frightened look on her face.

Di Que is not afraid, but if he can hide from the first day of junior high school, but not the fifteenth day, if he is beaten up by the old man, his sense of guilt will be relieved.

"Aunt Feng, it's okay, I have thick skin." Di Que smiled, gently pushed Aunt Feng away, and went upstairs.

There was a fierce quarrel in the old man's study, Di Que took a deep breath, pushed the door open and entered.

"Dad..." Before Di Que could speak, he saw a book flying towards him. He subconsciously tried to hide, and the book hit the wall behind him.

"How dare you come back, you little bastard! Get the hell out of here!" Old Man Di roared furiously.

Di Que was dripping with cold sweat, he stood by the door and held the handle, ready to flee at any time.

"Dad, don't be angry, take care of your body." Di Que's mouth twitched.

Old Man Di stared wide-eyed, pointing at Di Que with trembling fingers for a long time, choking so hard that he couldn't say a word.

Di's mother hurried over to support the old man, helped him calm down, and persuaded: "Baby is filial anyway, and knows to remember your body. You can't blame him when this matter comes out, isn't it even Bi Shaoliang?"

"He has nothing else to say! He has embarrassed the Di family and you still speak for him! It's you who spoiled him like this!" Mr. Di blushed and yelled, ignoring Di's mother. Still standing in front of him, he pulled out his crutches and reached to beat Di Que.

Di Que was so frightened that he dodged left and right, his face ached from the sound of the wind carried by his crutches, and he was almost greeted to the head several times.

"Dad, I'm your own son!" You still have to count on me to carry on the family line!

Di Que swallowed the second half of the sentence abruptly. If he said it, his life would really be over.

"I might as well never have given birth to you! Lost my family property! And got involved with men! Where are you going to put my old face!" Panting, old man Di swung his cane and yelled.

Di Que's last hope was completely shattered. It seems that the old man has the first-hand information on his criminal evidence.

He stood there dumbly, unable to explain himself.

On the contrary, it was Di's mother who felt sorry for her son, and while trying her best to stop Mr. Di, she excused Di Que: "Who is Chen Feng, he must have abetted our son, baby is also a victim, how can you bear to blame him! Baby, hurry up and admit your mistake to your father, and never see Chen Feng again."

Di Que had never seen his father so angry, his eyes were protruding, and he almost lost his breath, and he was so frightened that he didn't dare to speak out against him.

Seeing that Di Que was still standing there in a daze, old man Di became even more furious, his eyes were red, he pushed his wife away with one hand, swung his cane and slapped Di Que.

Di Que wailed and hid all over the room, but was still whipped several times, his flesh was burning with pain.

"Dad, I'm sorry, I was wrong, stop beating!" Di Que had been beaten a lot since he was a child, and this time it hurt the most.

Seeing that the old man was merciless, he quickly hid behind his mother.

Old man Di was dizzy with anger, stabilized his figure, stood still and panted fiercely: "You little bastard, my business has finally been successfully defeated by you. Why should I raise you? How can you be stronger than A Yao?" , get out of this house, I don't recognize you trash!"

"Old man, what are you talking about?" Di's mother's distressed tears rolled down, and while checking whether Di Que was injured, she said in a trembling voice: "Baby, make a promise to your father that you will work hard in the future, get married and have children , don’t let him worry about it anymore.”

"Mom, can you not force me?" Di Que was in a state of confusion.

Even if he really decides to follow the path his mother paved for him, he has to figure it out for himself, and he can't be forced out under the current situation.

"Marry? Just ask which girl from a good family is willing to be with such a person now! If you can't do anything, you will only be ashamed!" Seeing that Di Que was still half-dead, Mr. Di felt cold and hurt in his heart.

"What evil have I done all my life, how could there be a child like you?"

When Di Que saw that the always stubborn and persistent old man was in a daze to shed tears, his eyes immediately turned red, and the tears poured out.

"Dad, I'm sorry for you, but I really don't know how to make it better..."

Di's mother hugged Di Que distressedly, touched Di Que's face full of tears, and advised: "Baby, just listen to Mom this time. Break up with Chen Feng, be a good person, the company, we will help you think about it." Method."

Di Que cried even more fiercely, why did he have to split his heart in two and tear it apart?

He never thought that he would have such a result with Chen Feng, but he couldn't do it because he didn't know whether it was someone who was loyal to him and his family.

"Mom, give me some time and let me think about it."

As soon as Di's mother heard that there was something interesting, she immediately showed a gratified smile with tears in her eyes, and nodded.

But old man Di almost rolled his eyes angrily, and swung his cane again.

"You gave him a chance? How many times have you given him a chance! What does this bastard know, and he still wants to get away with it? Do you think it's okay to cry? Today I will beat you to death, as if I never gave birth to you This son!"

Old man Di rushed up and was hit in the head, and Di Que immediately felt a stream of heat from the top of his head covering his eyes, gurgling down.

Mother Di screamed, her face turned pale and she almost fainted: "You are crazy!"

Di Que reached out to cover it, only to find that the tentacles were sticky, hot and slippery, and they were bleeding.

Unexpectedly, not only did Mr. Di not stop, but his eyes turned red like a demon, and he swung his crutch again and smashed it down.

"I'll kill you bastard! I'll kill you!" Old Man Di cried.

Di Que was dizzy and in pain, crying and gasping for air, but he didn't have the strength to dodge, nor did he want to dodge.

"Then you beat me to death! Anyway, since I was a child, I have been a useless waste, and everyone else is better than me!"

"Stop hitting! If you dare to hit my son again, I'll fight you hard!" Di's mother rushed forward and hugged old man Di.

Mr. Di's crutch did not hit Di Que, but instead swung it on Di's mother's back.

"Mom!" Di Que was also in a hurry. For the first time, he blatantly contradicted the old man: "Don't you just know how to hit people? You hit me, why did you hit my mother!"

"You..."

When Aunt Feng and the butler heard such a big commotion, they also rushed in, holding up Mr. Di with all their might.

Old Man Di struggled desperately, and simply threw the murder weapon out to hit people.

"Baby! Run quickly! Run!" Mother Di cried loudly.

Aunt Feng and the butler also echoed, asking Di Que to stay away first to avoid anger.

Di Que took a few steps back clutching his wound, turned around and ran.

Old Man Di was still roaring crazily behind him: "Get out! Don't come back after you get out! Our Di family doesn't have such an unfilial son like you!"

Di Que staggered out of the house, and was dizzy for a moment when he was illuminated by the sun outside. He stopped softly, shook his body twice, and fell directly to the ground.

When Di Que opened his eyes again, he found that the surroundings were completely white. He stared at the ceiling in a daze for a while before realizing that he was in the hospital now.

He touched the gauze wrapped around his head and gasped hissingly.

A big face suddenly appeared in front of him, showing him a sunny and handsome signature smile: "Are you awake? Do you feel uncomfortable?"

ivan...

Di Que rolled his eyes and said softly, "I'm a little thirsty..."

"Oh, okay, I'll pour water for you, just wait a moment." Ivan carefully helped Di Que sit up, turned and went out.

Di Que breathed a sigh of relief, looked around the ward, and found that the mobile phone was placed on the table beside him.

His head was still dizzy, he stretched out his trembling hand to pick up the phone, and subconsciously dialed Chen Feng's number.

It worked...

On the contrary, Di Que felt that it was unrealistic, and suddenly he was stupid and didn't know what to say.

"Hey, what's the matter?" Chen Feng's voice was soft, choking his throat, as if he didn't dare to speak loudly.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm in a meeting, it's a very important meeting." Chen Feng continued to whisper, while noisy conversations could still be heard in the background.

"Is it important to me?" Di Que asked lightly.

Chen Feng was silent for a while, and finally said: "It's all important, but this meeting must be held now. What's wrong with you, you don't sound energetic."

Di Que felt sour, thinking that I'd betrayed all my relatives because of you, and it was only as important as a bad meeting...

"What have you been up to these two days? Don't you know something happened to me?"

Chen Feng was stunned for a moment, and then said: "I know, it's just that there was a little accident these two days, and I have to deal with it first. You have worked hard these two days, and when I finish my work, can I make it up to you? "

When Di Que heard Chen Feng's perfunctory words, he immediately held back his breath and couldn't vent his anger.

He wanted to ask why Chen Feng's account traded a lot of B&D stocks, but Chen Feng suddenly sped up his speech and said, "I really don't have time right now, I'll contact you when I'm done."

The phone that Di Que was pinching rattled, and his body was shaking non-stop.

This kind of cheating on the little girl, Chen Feng, who is your uncle perfunctory?

Di Que suddenly said coolly: "Maybe you won't be able to find me after you finish your work." I must have been beaten to death by my father.

This time, Chen Feng didn't tease him like usual to make him happy, but replied seriously: "Don't be self-willed, I promise you that I will deal with all the problems as soon as possible, and then I will return to you."

"Forget it, you can do your work." Di Que felt cold all over, and decisively pressed the phone.

In this world, there really is nothing to live on.

He, Di Que, would even get mixed up to the point where he had nowhere to go and everyone shouted and beat him...

Ivan walked in at this moment and gently handed the water to his hand.

Di Que drank it up with a raise of his neck, handed the cup back, and said, "More."

Ivan smiled, as if he had guessed what he was thinking, bent down and looked directly at him and said, "I don't mean to win love at this time, but if you have nowhere to go, do you want to go with me?" I go to Italy for a while?"

"..." Di Que looked into Ivan's eyes, which were pure amber: "Aren't you afraid that I'll take advantage of you and dump you when I'm free?"

"I am willing to be used by you." Ivan raised his eyebrows and answered fluently.

"I won't be with you." Di Que was suddenly angry.

"I just want to help you. It hurts to see you like this."

"...I didn't bring my passport." Di Que was anxious.

"Follow me, don't worry about that kind of thing." Ivan smiled.