Jiang Zhihao is now physically and mentally exhausted, and all thoughts are discouraged, how can he care about the small things made by his daughter. Nodding very perfunctorily, he walked to the shabby sofa with the gasoline canister and sat down.

Dad didn't seem to react, much to the disappointment of the little girl.

After a while, Lingling ran to Jiang Zhihao's side again, shook his hand and said, "Dad, I'm hungry." ”

"Oh, then you can eat first." Jiang Zhihao said absent-mindedly.

Although Lingling was young, she was already sensible, she could see that her father was in a bad mood, so she didn't bother anymore, but turned around and went into the kitchen alone.

When she opened the rice bag from the kitchen, there was only a small amount of rice in it, and the little girl skillfully turned the bag around and poured the rice into the pot.

Then he brought in a bench and began to wash the rice, and finally put the pot on the gas stove. Because of her lack of strength, she could only add bowls of water to the pot one by one.

After sitting on the sofa for a long time, Jiang Zhihao suddenly stood up.

He unscrewed the lid of the gasoline can, his face full of hideousness.

Since God doesn't give him any hope, what's the point of living?

If you want to die, let's die together!

At this time, the little girl Lingling came out of the kitchen.

She struggled to carry the pot with both hands, placed it on the table, and then ran back to get a bowl.

Scooped a little bit of rice from the pot, and then most of it was rice soup, and then Lingling shouted to Jiang Zhihao, who was standing there: "Dad, you can eat!" ”

She pointed to the pot and said, "There is no rice at home, Dad can eat it very much, so the rice is for you to eat, Lingling eats less, as long as this bowl is fine." ”

Jiang Zhihao looked at the pot blankly, the rice grains in the pot were visible to the naked eye, and the rice in Lingling's bowl was only a handful.

The little girl, who is only four years old, has already begun to know how to care about people.

She gave her father the best food and drank only rice soup herself.

Looking at the little girl lying on the edge of the bowl and blowing air, Jiang Zhihao saw her thin body clearly, and also saw the old clothes on her body that I don't know who they bought from.

The little faces that should be ruddy are all pale, and if it sounds good, it is called fair skin, and if it is bad, it is hungry and malnourished.

The contrast between the pot and the bowl made Jiang Zhihao's heart shake extremely violently.

He suddenly put down the gasoline barrel in his hand, walked to Lingling's side and squatted down, and hugged the little girl tightly in his arms.

In the eyes of the tiger with copper bells, tears flowed, and this majestic man hugged his daughter, muttering in his mouth: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry......"

Lingling didn't know what was going on, let alone that a minute ago, her father had decided to commit suicide by arson and end this life.

She was kind, considerate, sensible, and well-behaved, saving herself and the man who hugged her.

Jiang Zhihao is now full of guilt, which makes him want to cut off his head.

It's yourself who is incompetent, and it's yourself who deserves to be damned, why implicate the child?

Such a good child is the best gift from God.

What life has no hope, what all the bad things are on yourself, all fucking fart!

Lingling stretched out her hand and gently patted Jiang Zhihao's back, and the glutinous children's voice spread in the room: "Dad, don't cry, Lingling loves you." ”

Listening to her voice, Jiang Zhihao's tears flowed faster.

There has never been a time when he hates his actions more than now.

A seven-foot man, when he encountered something, he wanted to use death to get rid of it?

It's just a piece of rubbish!

Wiping away the tears on his face, Jiang Zhihao hugged his daughter and said, "Dad don't cry, go, Dad will take you to eat delicious food!" ”

"But there is still porridge to eat...... Lingling said, pointing to the bowl on the table.

"Don't drink anymore!" Jiang Zhihao held her in one hand, picked up the bowl with the other, poured the rice soup that was almost full of water into the pot, and said in the firmest tone of his life: "From today on, Dad will never let you go hungry again, whatever is delicious, Dad will give you something to eat!" ”

Lingling didn't understand what this tone meant, she didn't seem to understand, she only knew that she didn't seem to have to drink porridge today, which was quite worth being happy about.

Covering Jiang Zhihao's big face with a smile, Lingling said, "Dad is the best!" ”

Stretching out her arms and hugging Jiang Zhihao's neck hard, the little girl smiled extremely happily.

And Jiang Zhihao looked at the barrel of gasoline on the ground, thinking in his heart, this is considered to be his death once.

From now on, he will never be the same waste again!

Not for anything else, just for today's daughter's bowl of porridge!

The next day, Jiang Zhihao resigned from the construction site, he knew very well that the salary on the construction site was not small for ordinary people, but for himself, it was not very much.

Because he only has one year, he must make enough money within a year.

According to Jiang Zhihao's idea, he wants to do some very risky work, as long as he can make a lot of money, he can do anything.

So, he went to the South Vietnamese side.

Coincidentally, Huo Bufan was also in South Vietnam at the time.

At that time, South Vietnam was very poor, and the economic pillar was tourism, and what Huo Bufan had to do was to develop real estate. At that time, there were few companies willing to go to this kind of place for development, but Huo Bufan had a unique vision and bought a lot of land in advance.

By the time the other capitalists discovered the value of South Vietnam, he had already built the house.

Many domestic investors were moved to buy a house, which made Huo Bufan make a lot of money.

Maybe it's because the tree is big and windy, and it's a bit chaotic over there, one day when Huo Bufan went to the restaurant to eat alone, he was stopped by someone on the way back and tried to kidnap him.

Coincidentally, Jiang Zhihao passed by, and he was not afraid of those criminals with knives and weapons, and rescued Huo Bufan.

Both of them were injured, and when they returned to their residences, when the personal doctor took care of the wounds, Huo Bufan chatted with Jiang Zhihao.

Jiang Zhihao didn't hide it, and told him about his past experience, when he heard these pasts, Huo Bufan didn't really understand how a strong man with a height of nearly one meter nine could want to commit suicide because of this setback.

However, Jiang Zhihao planned to use his only remaining life to fight for a future heart for his daughter, and this life-saving grace also touched Huo Bufan, so he gave him a chance.

There is no need to do anything else, as long as to protect Huo Bufan's safety, with an annual salary of two million per year. If she dies of illness, her daughter will receive a pension of 500,000 yuan per year until she reaches the age of 18.

This amount of money is not too small for anyone, and Jiang Zhihao came to South Vietnam to take risks because of money.

If you can get a large amount of money without doing illegal and criminal things, why do anything else?

Just to ensure that his daughter could get the money, he specially asked Huo Bufan to sign a legally effective document, pay the pension to a separate account in advance, and then take it out when his daughter is in need, under the witness of a notary public and a lawyer.

After returning to China, Jiang Zhihao divorced his wife directly, and his wife Zhong Jiawei had no intention of fighting for child custody.

In her eyes, this married life is too much of a failure, she is no longer the ignorant girl she was back then, since she has a chance to live again, why bring another oil bottle.

In this way, after the divorce, Jiang Zhihao became Huo Bufan's personal bodyguard, with 24-hour personal protection.

His daughter Lingling was also arranged by Huo Bufan to receive formal study and education.

The best resources, the best equipment, to ensure that this child's childhood will not be weaker than anyone else's.

With such a landing for his daughter, Jiang Zhihao is also relieved.

Huo Bufan was in danger several times, Jiang Zhihao sacrificed his life to save him, he felt that he didn't have a long time to live, so there was no need to cherish his life too much.

If you can use death to let this rich man give his daughter a better life, it will be worth dying.

I don't know if God moved Jiang Zhihao's behavior, or if he just wanted to make Lao Jiang's life more fun, a few months later, Jiang Zhihao went for a follow-up visit, and the doctor told him that no traces of cancer were found in his body.

Originally, he thought that the doctor had misjudged, and waited for half a year to go again, but he still didn't find anything.

It wasn't until he found the People's Hospital, after some investigation, and Huo Bufan's relationship, that he learned that the cancer diagnosis report was not wrong.

Wrongly, his lab specimen and another person got it wrong.

So, it's an oolong event.

Hearing this result, Jiang Zhihao was stunned for a long time, and then he laughed wildly, hugging Huo Bufan and yelling, like a madman.