At this time, Qin Jun and Fat B were powerless to resist, seeing that the sharp green sword was about to take away their lives.

Suddenly, there was a whoop. The fierce offensive of the curly-haired man came to an abrupt end.

When the tip of the sword was still a centimeter away, and was about to stab into Qin Jun's heart, it suddenly stopped.

The whole world fell silent at this moment. All I could hear was the ticking of the clock in the ward.

Could it be that someone is coming? This was Qin Jun's first reaction, and when he quickly looked around, there was only one person standing here except for the one lying on the ground, and that was the powerful man with coiled hair.

At this moment, the curly-haired man stood in place like a petrified statue, the green sword in his hand still stabbing forward, and his deep eyes were attracted by something like a piece of paper on the floor.

Qin Jun looked at it, but saw that the piece of paper on the ground turned out to be the only photo left by Fat B's mother, who had always kept it close to his body on weekdays, even when he was sleeping, he would not leave his hand. Although on weekdays, Fat B doesn't talk about it, but everyone knows that he is particularly precious and this only photo.

This photo should have fallen from Fat B during the fight. Why does this curly-haired man have such an expression when he sees the photo, could it be that this curly-haired man knows Fat B's mother?

Thinking of this, Qin Jun's eyes couldn't help but sink.

Fat B naturally also saw the abnormality of the man with coiled hair. However, he didn't react as quickly as Qin Jun, and he didn't react for a while, just looked at the other party with a stunned look in his eyes.

After half a ring, the curly-haired man moved slightly, he once again put the small green sword into his cuffs, took a few steps forward, bent down to pick up the photo on the ground, and gently wiped off the blood stains on it with his hand.

"Grass mud horses. Don't touch that picture. It wasn't until the man picked up the photo that Fat B realized that his mother's photo didn't know when it had fallen, and he yelled at the other party, regardless of his injuries, he was about to get up and grab it. was held by Qin Jun.

Qin Jun couldn't figure out what the man with coiled hair was going to do. Naturally, fat B will not be reckless.

"This picture is yours?" The curly-haired man didn't seem to be angry at Fat B's foul mouth, he turned around and carefully examined Fat B from top to bottom. It's just that Fat B is all wrapped in bandages, and he can't observe anything.

"Nonsense. If it's not mine, it's still yours, give it back to me. Fat B even forgot that they were fighting to the death just now, but now he stretched out his hand and begged the other party for it.

"Yours? Who are you in the picture? The man with the hair had no intention of returning the photo to the other party, he glanced at the person in the photo again, and then at Fat B.

This photo is the only photo left by Fat B's mother, and it also represents all the thoughts in Fat B's heart. Now that he is being held in the hands of a hostile person, Fat B is naturally angry. He was furious and said, "It's your business. Give me back the picture. ”

The man with the coiled hair didn't continue to ask, because he seemed to see something from Fat B's expression.

After a pause, the man with the hair held the photo in his hand, his eyes were full of reminiscence, and said, "The woman in the photo is an old friend of mine." If you have an old relationship with her, report yourself quickly and don't make a mistake. ”

Fat B sneered coldly and said, "Old man? How could my mother have such a vicious old man as you. ”

"Your mother?" The man with coiled hair frowned and said, "You mean, Huang Siyao is your mother?" ”

"Huang Siyao?" This time it was Fat B's turn to frown.

"Huh." The haired man's eyes flashed, and he said, "Don't talk nonsense." You don't even know her name, and you dare to say that she is your mother. ”

"Yes, Lao Tzu just doesn't know what my mother's name is, and Lao Tzu has been an orphan since he was a child, and he didn't know there was such a mother until he received a letter and a photo recently. Okay. Also, who knows if the name you said was made up by yourself. Fat B looked at each other with some disgust.

"Letter? What letter? ”

"Naturally, it was a handwritten letter from my mother."

"Where?" The curly-haired man's eyes sank.

"I won't tell you." Fat B white-eyed.

"You" The man shouted angrily, and an unrivaled momentum instantly swelled around his body, but this time, he didn't make a move.

"Hey, wait, the name you just said is Huang Siyao." Fat B suddenly thought of something, patted his head violently, and said to himself: "This name seems to have appeared on the list of all possible candidates that Kevin gave me." ”

"What a mess. Let me ask you, who are you Huang Siyao? The man with coiled hair said in a deep voice.

"I said it. I only know that the person in the photo is my real mother, and as for the name, I really don't know. Fat B's tone was a little soothing.

"What's your name?" The cross-haired man asked.

"Huang Chaoliang."

"Surname Huang?" The curly-haired man asked thoughtfully, "Okay." Then I ask you. Since you said that the person in the photo is your mother, did you mention your father's name in the letter you just mentioned? ”

"Nope. The letter didn't even have my mother's name on it. As for my old man, the letter only mentions that he is a soldier with ambition and blood. ”

"What? Soldier? Did you say, which unit? The man asked eagerly.

"Nope." Fat B shook his head.

"What about faith? Where is the faith? Show me. The haired man's expression was a little inexplicably excited.

Fat B glanced at Qin Jun inquiringly. Seeing Qin Jun nodded. Fat B limped to his feet, holding on to the edge of the bed and taking out a pile of changed combat clothes from under the bed. In the pocket of the combat uniform, sure enough, there was an autographed letter wrapped in brown paper.

The man with the hair took the handwritten letter in Fat B's hand, couldn't wait to open it, and after reading a few lines, his hands trembled involuntarily.

"That's right. It is indeed Si Yao's handwriting. No, this is impossible, how can Si Yao have a child, she has been gone for eighteen years. The man muttered to himself.

"What has gone eighteen years? Freak, do you really know my mom? Fat B is not a fool, it is not difficult for him to see from the other party's words and demeanor that the other party seems to really know his mother.

"How old are you?" The man with coiled hair closed the letter and looked at Fat B eagerly.

"Just turned eighteen. I said, do you know my mother?" Fat B's words were not finished, but he was rudely interrupted by the other party.

The man with coiled hair suddenly stepped forward, dragged the overwhelmed Fat B over and threw it on the hospital bed, and then pounced, tearing off the hospital gown and bandages on Fat B's body three times and dividing them by two, revealing his sleek body.

"I'm grass. Help" Fat B was horrified, what is this for? Could it be that this old man has that special hobby.

Before Fat B could react, he felt a pair of big rough hands keep moving up and down his body.

This time, it is more practical to realize the thoughts in Fat B's heart.

"No, don't, Lao Tzu doesn't do Ji Boss, save me, save me" Fat B began to have goosebumps all over his body, and the chrysanthemum tightened, screaming in horror.