Afterwards

"Daddy, Mommy!"

Once, there was such a happy time, probably when I was in elementary school, Su Ranran could still fall into the arms of her parents so easily, she could be coquettish, and she could also complain and cry to her heart's content.

However, everything, like thin glass, accidentally fell, and shattered into countless pieces that could no longer be pieced together, sharp enough to hurt people, and tears dripped on it, and were also refracted into many.

Xiao Mi from nowhere got involved in her home, and this kind of drama happened in reality, divorce, and then her father and the outsider were together.

The biological mother was reluctant to leave because she couldn't let go of Su Ranran, and Su Ranran didn't leave because she was forcibly retained. A ridiculous family, broken emotions, ended by the most victimized...... Don't think about sad things anymore, let's look at the present-

Su Ranran was walking on the street, and there were quite a few people on the street, and sometimes she would be drowned in the crowd. Her bag was behind her back, there was still only the gun in it, and she was busy editing the messages on her mobile phone to send to Bai Ling, while the information about the gang was still fresh, she wanted to finish it quickly.

She did a good job this time, except that she couldn't kill her, but at the same time, she was about to have a psychological shadow on what she was carrying behind her back, and she didn't want to touch the cold touch again, and she also had some guilt in her heart. Once again, it aroused the initial doubt, how did she kill her family, and where did she get the courage.

He walked forward with his head down, using his fastest speed in his hands, because his energy was focused there, and he didn't look at the road much, and when he stopped, it was already because he hit his head somewhere.

"Huh, Xiao Su?" The person who was bumped into by her looked down at her, Su Ran was excited, and quickly raised his head, and the phone was subconsciously hidden behind him, after all, the content inside was really a little unsightly.

"Zhuang ...... Uncle Zhuang. She looked at the middle-aged man, and her heart beat faster, and she looked at the man with brown hair and a suit, Zhuang Zixiao's father, Zhuang Yong.

She pressed the power off button on her phone, and reached behind her hand to touch the bag: "Hello!" She straightened up, her mind a little confused for a moment, but she still tried to hide all the suspicious things.

"What are you doing today?" Zhuang Yong used a kind tone, bent down slightly, trying to parallel with this petite girl, and he was rarely curious about everything.

"Little ...... Xiaobai, please do something. Su Ranran's voice was very unconfident, because that "trivial matter" was actually murder. She stepped back silently, a little afraid to look directly at the kind person in front of her.

"That guy......" Zhuang Ji pondered for a while, and suddenly trembled, looking uncomfortable, as if he remembered something.

"What's wrong with Xiaobai?"

"As long as she's going to help, it's definitely not a good thing. ”

It's really a bad thing, but listening to Zhuang Yong's words, she is afraid that she will not do that often, and this killer lady gives the impression of being good or bad.

Zhuang Yong didn't ask Su Ranran what he did, which was also glad, although Su Ranran would definitely explain honestly and Zhuang Yong would definitely forgive her, but he really felt a little embarrassed.

Just when Su Ranran couldn't cry or laugh and the atmosphere was a little awkward, a voice eased the atmosphere in a very bad form:

"Hey, what kind of people are you bumping into!"

"It's so immoral, it's all hit people!"

A masked man ran quickly through the crowd, accompanied by curses from those behind him. He glanced at Su Ranran, as if he had seen something, and sped up even more, rushing towards Su Ranran, who was in an unknown situation.

"Huh?" she was stunned, and when she figured out the situation, her back was much lighter, and a bad premonition suddenly appeared - the bag, along with the gun, had been stolen.

thief

"What...... Thief?" Zhuang Ji reacted before her, looking at the thief who was running away and the bag that was held on his chest, "Wait a minute, I'll help you get it back." With that, he ran over, without hesitation, or even asking what was in his bag—but most likely he guessed it, because he was a friend of Bai Ling.

"What's going on?" Instead, Su Ranran was still stunned in place after Zhuang ran away. It's good if the bag is robbed when you usually go out, after all, it's not some valuables, but it's not a coincidence, this time the bag is contained, but it's a thing that can't be seen, absolutely, can't be lost.

Miss Bai Ling, why did you give me such a thing? The mentality is about to collapse, and even the name of Bai Ling is the same as Jiang Lan's.

"Well, it's okay to lose it, I still have a lot of them. Bai Ling would definitely say this when she was present, and she would indeed say so in the future, and she didn't want to think that this was a person who usually casually kept his gun in his bag and had a lot of weapons in the cabinet. But the problem is that Su Ranran is not the "battle-hardened" Bai Ling, just a child who has just come of age, how can he stand it like this.

I've already complained like this in my heart, and I'm concerned about Uncle Zhuang who is chasing the robbers.

"Hey, get it back!" he chased all the way through the crowd, and the distance had gradually narrowed, but it wasn't really interesting to shout it, just get used to it. If that person can stop when he is yelled like this, then why should he use his physical strength so much?

"I've said it all, give it to me...... Stop!" chased out dozens of meters, and began to gasp for breath, he grabbed the shoulder of the robber who was close at hand, and with a strong hand, the part he grabbed made a "click" sound, which sounded terrifying, and the person finally slowed down under the influence of the pain, and still wanted to break free, but it was also delusional. Zhuang Ji's hand was terrifyingly strong, and in the end, he didn't forget to make up for the man's waist.

Because they were kicked down suddenly, the two fell to the ground together, the robbers were rolling in pain, Zhuang Ji stood up as if nothing had happened, and patted the dust on his body: "Sure enough, I'm old, and my skills are much worse." He muttered. When Su Ranran ran over in small steps, he happened to hear this.

I care a lot about how powerful he was when he was young, and this person is now in his fifties. The people around Bai Ling are really "monsters" in some sense......

"Look, is the thing still there?" Zhuang Ji snatched the bag and gently handed it to Su Ranran, who was still in those things just now, she touched it through the cloth and nodded slightly, she could confirm that the things inside were not lost, after all, she still remembered the feel of the gun, and she was also very impressed.

When Zhuang Yong handed over the bag, he also touched the contents by the way, and sure enough, his conjecture was correct: Xiaobai didn't know what he was doing again.

He was a little helpless, for this Bai Ling, who would smile and say "It's okay" no matter how unreasonable he did things.

"Mr. Zhuang, the time is almost up, the meeting is about to start!" In the distance, a person holding documents and dressed as a secretary ran over and beckoned to Zhuang Yong, looking quite anxious.

"Okay," he turned around and was about to leave, just starting, and glanced back at Su Ranran, "Don't listen to Xiaobai about everything, she doesn't have all the right choices." After saying that, he ran over, leaving Su Ranran to stay where he was. I always feel that Zhuang Yong is very concerned about Bai Ling, and only for things related to her will he not "uh-huh-oh" brush-off, but of course, he still has the concept of right and wrong, and he doesn't agree to everything - occasionally he will do something out of the ordinary.

After thinking for a while on the way back to prison, Su Ranran smiled: "Uncle, thank you." She whispered, clutching the bag in her arms.