Qiao Rui felt a glimmer of light shining into the bottom of his gloomy heart, so that the darkness and coldness in his heart began to dissipate.

Through the thick clouds, Jory saw an angel with a holy smile, this angel was none other than Taylor, and now she was outside the car, just a step away from herself.

No!!!

A cry came from the depths of Qiao Rui's heart, and the wind and clouds moved, and the gloom enveloped his heart again.

I want to eat the best food, I want to walk in the most corrosive sewage, I want to train my body and will that are invincible, and I want to take revenge!

You don't need any of this!

Seeing that Jory was motionless, Taylor walked to the other side and pulled him out, not at all disgusted with how dirty Jory's hands were and how bad the smell was on his body.

Jory was dragged to the mall by Taylor expressionlessly, like a soulless exorcist.

The pedestrians on the road all pointed at Taylor and Jory, how could this well-dressed woman, although she covered her appearance, but her figure and temperament were first-class, how could she go shopping with a little beggar.

Everywhere Qiao Rui went, customers and salespeople avoided him, for fear of being contaminated.

The two arrived at an Armani brand store that specializes in casual wear worn by young people.

A salesman greeted her warmly, but as soon as she approached Qiao Rui, she was startled, but her good quality made her resist the urge to speak ill of her.

"What type of clothes would you like to buy, young lady?" asked the salesman politely.

Taylor glanced at Jory beside him and said, "I'm buying clothes for him, Jory, which one do you like?"

Qiao Rui was unmoved, his eyes were bright but unfocused, these clothes, compared to the hatred in his heart, what was the appeal.

Taylor looked at it helplessly and sighed, then pointed to a white casual suit and said, "Miss, please take that dress off, I'll try it on him." ”

The salesman looked at Qiao Rui, who was covered in dust and dirt, and said with some embarrassment: "This... I'm afraid this is not good, he can't sell the clothes after trying it. ”

If it had been before, Qiao Rui would have been furious and disgusted with Lao Tzu, Lao Tzu would have taken down your entire store and stoned you to death with money, and even you bought it!

But now he has already automatically blocked the information from the outside world, and these white eyes and contempt have become his nourishment and motivation, so that he will never forget the purpose of his life.

Taylor didn't embarrass the salesman, Jory didn't cooperate, and the clothes couldn't be bought smoothly, so he had to say, "Look at his reminder and pick out a few sets of clothes for him." ”

The salesman was happy at this time, it seems that he has caught the owner this time, such a big piece of fat is enough to earn a lot of money. Let you guys judge people by their appearance, and they don't want to come over, but don't blame me for taking the benefits alone!

Soon, the salesman wrapped the big bag and the small bag, handed Taylor's card over with both hands, and said with a smile: "Looking forward to your next visit, thank you for your patronage." ”

Taylor's first plan failed, and the hatred in Jory's heart did not dissolve in the slightest, and the ice on his exterior showed no signs of melting.

The shopping trip was over, and the two made their way back to Beverly Hills, Taylor's residence.

"You're welcome, you're welcome, make this your own home, you're still hungry, I'll cook for you, you go take a hot shower first." Taylor said enthusiastically.

Taylor then went into the kitchen and prepared food for Jory.

Jory walked to the bathroom, took off his shabby clothes, and looked at himself in the mirror.

Purple bruises and swelling could be seen everywhere on his body, and his thin body did not have the slightest strength, and a gust of wind could blow him away.

Jory approached the mirror and touched the scar on his face with an expression.

！！！！

It hurts!

But there was still no expression on Jory's face, and no sound came out of his mouth.

The hot water in the lotus canopy continued to flow out, Qiao Rui closed his eyes, let the hot water lap on the wounds on his body, he began to silently bear these real pains, gradually, the bearing turned into enjoyment.

He knew that the more he could endure, the closer he would get to that man!

"Jory, Jory?"

Taylor's melodious call came from outside the door, and Jory slowly opened his eyes and closed the hot water valve.

"Jory, the meal is ready, come out quickly. ”

Qiao Rui looked at himself in the mirror with a new look and a clean look, but there was no joy at all, so it was not himself anymore.

After wiping his body and picking up a piece of clothing he had just bought, Jory walked out.

Taylor was busy carrying his meal, and when he saw Jory, he stopped, pulled him down on the sofa, and then touched his scar that had turned bright red after washing, and asked softly, "Does it hurt?"

Qiao Rui didn't dodge or dodge, just shook his head slowly.

Taylor turned back to his bedroom and walked out with a disinfectant and band-aid to bandage Jory's wound.

Jory let Taylor do what he did, and he didn't speak. After wrapping it, he went straight to the table and began to gobble it up.

"Slow down!" Taylor said angrily, "It's all yours, no one will rob you!"

Jory slowed down and began to absorb the energy from his food.

"Jory, seeing the way you are now, I feel very distressed, you shouldn't be carrying so much. Taylor said calmly: "Promise my sister, live well, and don't torture yourself anymore." ”

Qiao Rui was stunned for a moment when he heard this, life?

I have been deprived of everything, what qualifications do I have to live?

Qiao Rui was only stunned for a moment, and continued to bury his head in eating.

Taylor looked at Jory's appearance, knowing that it was difficult for him to untie his knot for a while, and he didn't mention it anymore.

"That's right!" Taylor suddenly remembered something, and hurriedly got up and left.

Qiao Rui didn't even raise his head, he hated, hated Lin Hao, hated the villain who took his father's rights, hated the indifferent society, hated everything in this world.

But only Taylor, whom he revered and loved, too, was his angel, no longer a man, but a god. Only God can be like her.

But his face has become like this, and he will feel shocked when he looks at it, how can he let the angel see such an ugly side of himself.

There is no goodness and beauty in my heart, and I and my father are the same kind of people, the kind of people who go to hell after death.

A place like heaven will not accept itself, and it is a blessing to meet your own angels.