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Xue Yulang and that Min Baobao, together they launched an attack on that Tu Tuqiao and Cao Jiao's men.

Of course, they only launched a feint against the Tu Tu Qiao's men.

That Xue Yulang spent his main energy on dealing with that Cao Jiao's e-sports player, that Min Baobao and Xue Yulang cooperated very well, that Xue Yulang became famous at a young age, and for many reasons, he insisted on training for nineteen years of e-sports, but he has not been able to become a real professional e-sports player.

Now, that Xue Yulang has the opportunity to show his strength under the leadership of Wei Taiqiang in that touring e-sports competition, and he naturally wants to do his best to perform.

That Cao Jiao gathered all the powerful e-sports players under his command to deal with that Min gem together.

Because, they think that Min gem is weaker.

Sure enough, that Min gem couldn't withstand that kind of pressure, and he was defeated.

When he entered, Wei Taiqiang was biting his nails and looking at the window in a daze. He put down his hand, turned the chair to Tutu Bridge and said, "Hello, mop the chair here." ”

Tu Tuqiao dragged a chair and sat down at the large desk full of papers. "Has Mrs. Archer been here?" He asked.

"I've been here." There was a little light in Wei Taiqiang's eyes. "Are you going to marry this lady, Sam?"

Tu Tuqiao let out an impatient breath from his nostrils, "Oh my God, you're saying that now. He complained.

The lawyer smiled tiredly, pursed the corners of his mouth, and said, "If you don't plan to get married, then you won't be able to eat and walk around." ”

Sam was rolling a cigarette, raised his eyes, and said sullenly, "You're not kidding, are you?" Well, that's where you go. What did she tell you? ”

"About you?"

"Tell me everything I should know."

Wei Taiqiang scratched his scalp, dandruff spilled on his shoulder. "She told me that she was going to divorce Miles, and that she could-"

"I know all of this," Tu Tuqiao interrupted. "You can skip this paragraph and say something I don't know."

"How do I know how much ——? she has"

"Don't be distracted, Cao Jiao." Tu Tuqiao put the flame of the lighter on the cigarette roll. "What did she say to you that she wanted to hide from me?"

Wei Taiqiang looked at Tutu Bridge reproachfully. "Look, Sam," he began, "that's not—" and you're lying intentionally! He said.

"I didn't!" She shouted, opening up again, "I didn't mean anything. Okay, let's go, whatever you want – go away! Now I'm going to cry - I'm going to cry until I'm half dead! ”

She knelt down in front of a chair and began to cry bitterly. Tu Tuqiao kept his determination and went straight to the courtyard; When he got there, he hesitated again. I decided to encourage him.

"Mademoiselle is very willful, sir," I cried out, "as bad as any spoiled child. You'd better ride home, or she'll make a fuss and just torture us all." ”

The softbone squinted his eyes into the window: he had no strength to walk away, just as a cat is powerless to leave a half-dead mouse or a half-eaten bird. Yes! I don't think there's anything I can do to save him, he's doomed, and he's flying towards his fate! Indeed, he turned abruptly, hurried back into the house, and closed the door behind him. After a while, when I went in and told them that Cao Jiao had returned drunk, and was ready to destroy our old house (which was his usual mood in such circumstances), I saw that the quarrel had instead fostered a closer intimacy—that had broken the fortress of the young men's shyness, and had made them abandon the pretense of friendship and admit themselves lovers.

The news of Mr. Cao Jiao's arrival prompted Wei Taiqiang to quickly get on the horse and drive Yu Yali back to her bedroom. I went to hide Xiao Cao's cellar and took out the bullets from his master's shotgun, which he liked to play in his frenzied excitement, and anyone who provoked him, or even caught his eye too much, would risk his life. , shouting unbearable curses, just in time to see me hiding his son in the kitchen cupboard. Cao Jiao had a sense of terror at encountering his beastly affection or mad rage, because in the former he had the chance of being squeezed or kissed to death, and in the other he had the chance of being thrown into the fire or slammed against the wall. His terror made me feel free to put him wherever I wanted, and the poor thing was always silent.

"Oh, what the hell did I find!" Cao Jiao yelled, grabbed the skin around my neck, and dragged me back like a dog. "Heaven and earth conscience, you must have sworn to murder that child! Now I know why he's always not with me. But, the devil help me, I'm going to make you swallow this cleaver, Nelly! You don't have to laugh, because I just smothered Kennitz headfirst into the Dark Horse Moor, and both of them are the same - I'm going to kill a few of you, and I won't be at ease if I don't! ”

"But I don't like a cleaver, Mr. Cao Jiao," I replied, "this knife has just cut a smoked herring." I'd rather be shot if you wanted to. ”

"You'll be killed by heaven," he said, "and you will have to be killed." There is no law in England that prohibits a man from making his home decent, but my home is a mess! - Open your mouth! ”

- If he did, he should have been skinned alive, because he didn't come running to welcome me, and he screamed like I was a monster. Unfilial son, come here! You have deceived a good-hearted, deceived father, and I will teach you a lesson. Now, don't you think this kid could have looked better if he cut his hair shorter? — Fierce and neat stuff! And that's the kind of hell that only happens – cherishing our ears is devilish hubris,—— we don't have ears and we're like donkeys. Shhhhhhh Alright, my good darling! Don't cry, dry your eyes – it's a baby. Kiss me. What the! He won't? Kiss me, Cao Jiao!

Poor Cao Jiao screamed and kicked in his father's arms, and when he carried Cao Jiao upstairs and lifted him out of the railing, he shouted even more. I yelled that he was going to scare the child crazy and ran to save him. As soon as I walked up to them, Cao Jiao leaned over the railing to listen to a voice downstairs, almost forgetting what he had in his hand. "Who is it?"

He asked, hearing someone approaching the stairs. I leaned forward to make a gesture to paint the bridge, and I could hear his footsteps and tell him not to come again. At the moment when my eyes just left Cao Jiao, he suddenly flickered, broke free from his careless embrace, and fell.

We just don't have time to experience the sharp horror of this little thing to see if it's safe. Tu Tuqiao walked downstairs at a critical moment, he subconsciously caught him, and helped him to stand up, looking up to see who caused the trouble. Even a miser who gave up a lucky lottery ticket for five cents could not show the dazed look on his face when Tu Tuqiao saw that the person upstairs was Mr. Cao Jiao. That look expressed the deepest pain more clearly than words, for he had become an instrument to thwart his own vengeance. If it was dark, I dare say he would have broken Cao Jiao's head on the stairs to make amends, but we saw with our own eyes that the child was saved, and I immediately went downstairs and picked up my precious child and held it close to my heart. Cao Jiao calmly came down, and when he woke up, he also felt ashamed.

"It's your fault, Alan," he said, "you ought to hide him from me." You should snatch him out of my hands. Did he fall somewhere? ”

He wanted to touch the child. As soon as the boy found out that he was following me, he immediately let out his horror and cried out loud. But as soon as his father's finger touched him, he screamed again, higher than before, and struggled as if he were about to startle.

"Leave him alone!" I continued. "He hates you—they all hate you—that's the truth! You have a happy family, but you get to such a bad point! ”

"I'm going to make it worse, Nelly," the lost man laughed, regaining his tenacity, "now, take him away." And, you listen, Tu Tu Bridge! You also go away, the farther the better. I won't kill you tonight, unless, perhaps, I set fire to the house: that's just what I thought. ”

As he spoke, he took out a small bottle of brandy from the cupboard and poured some into the cup.

"No, don't!" I pleaded, "Mr. Cao Jiao, please accept my warning.

If you don't take care of yourself, have pity on this unfortunate child! “

"Anyone would treat him better than I did," he replied.

"Have pity on your own soul!" I said, trying to snatch the cup from him.

"I don't. On the contrary, I would rather let it perish to punish its Creator," cried the blasphemer, "a toast to the willingness of the soul to eternal hell!" ”

He drank the wine and impatiently told us to go away. End his command with a series of terrible curses that cannot be recounted and cannot be remembered.

"It's a pity he can't get drunk," Tu Tuqiao said. As the door closed, he returned a curse, "He's struggling for his life, but his constitution is up to it, and Mr. Kennitz says to bet his horse on the area of Gimmerton."

I went into the kitchen and sat down to put my little lamb to sleep. I thought Tutu Bridge had gone to the barn. Later he learned that he had only walked to the side of the high-backed bench, and had collapsed on a stool by the wall, quite far from the fire, and had remained silent.

At this time, Miss Cao Wangrong, who had already heard the harassment in her room, reached in and whispered, "Are you alone, Nelly?" ”

"Yes, miss," I replied.

She walked in and approached the fireplace. I guessed what she was going to say, and I looked up. The expression on her face looked annoyed and worried. Her mouth was half-open, as if she had something to say. She took a breath, but it turned into a sigh rather than a word. I continued to hum my song, not forgetting her attitude.

"Where's Tutu Bridge?" She interrupted me and asked me.

"Do his work in the stable," that was my reply.

He didn't correct me either, maybe he was drowsy. Then there was a long pause. Then I saw one or two drops of water dripping from Yu Yali's face onto the stone floor. Was she sorry for her shameful behavior? I thought to myself, that's going to be something new. But she might be willing to do that—I'm not going to help her anyway! No, she doesn't bother much about anything unless it's about herself.

"Oh my God!" She finally shouted, "I'm so unhappy! ”

"It's a pity," I said, "it's not easy to make you happy, for so many friends and so little concern cannot make you content!" ”

"Is it worth being conservative?" I asked, not too awkward.

"Yes, and it annoys me, I have to say it! I want to know what I should do. Today, Tu Tu Bridge. Wei Taiqiang asked me to marry him, and I have already answered him. Now, before I tell you whether this answer is an acceptance or a rejection, you tell me what it should be. ”

"Really, Miss Yu Yali, how do I know?" I replied. "Of course, considering how ugly you made this afternoon in front of him, I can say that it was smart to reject him. Since he begged you after that, he must be either a hopeless fool or a risky fool. ”

"If you say that, I won't tell you more," she replied grumblingly, and stood up. "I accept it, Nelly. Hurry up and say if I'm wrong! ”

"You accepted? So what's the benefit of discussing this? You've already made up your mind, so you can't take it back. ”

"But tell me whether I should do this or not—let's do it!" She cried out in an angry tone, wringing her hands and frowning.

"There's a lot to think about before you can answer that question correctly," I said, preachy. "First of all, the most important thing is whether you love Mr. Tu Tu Hashi?"

"Who can not love? Of course I love. She replied.

"Why do you love him, Miss Cao Wangrong?"

"It's boring to ask, I love - that's enough."

"No, you have to say why."

"Well, because he's pretty, and it's a pleasure to be together."

"Oops," that's my comment.

"And because he's young and lively."

"It's still bad."

"And because he loves me."

"That doesn't matter."

"Too bad! Now, tell me how you love him. ”

"It's the same as everybody's in love. You're so confused, Nelly. ”

"Not at all, just answer it."

"I love the ground under his feet, the sky above him, everything he touches, and every word he utters. I love all his expressions and all his movements, and the whole whole of him. That's it! ”

"Why?"