Now, there are less than two years left, if he dies, what will Sheng Sheng do? Will he be bullied by Gu Shen's bastard again and forced to death by him?

So he wants to live, to live longer than anyone else, to live healthily.

He has a way to kill Zhao Hong, and he can die with her at the worst of all.

But what about after that?

Who will punish the Lu family's group of beasts that are not as good as them?

Sheng Sheng's future road, who will escort her?

He couldn't let go of too much, so he could only slowly figure it out, find evidence of Zhao Hong's crime, send her to prison with his own hands, and watch her die without a place to be buried.

**

Ling Sheng is a person of perseverance, firmly believing that no matter what happens, as long as you work hard, you will definitely succeed.

But now, she desperately recognized the fact that the bicycle may be her dead end, and she learned for two days and fell countless times, but she still didn't learn.

She refused to admit that she was stupid, and she had absolutely no problems with her balance since she was a dancer in elementary school, and there must have been a problem with the bicycle.

At ten o'clock in the evening, the neighborhood was quiet and there were no more people.

Ling Sheng, who had been practicing for two hours and had fallen countless times, pushed the bicycle, plucked up his strength, took a deep breath, and made one last attempt.

I just sat on the saddle, kicked twice, the center of gravity was unstable, the front of the car swayed left and right, and I was about to fall again, so I closed my eyes and prepared to jump out of the car.

Bicycle.

Miraculously and steadily, it stopped.

Someone behind her grabbed the back seat of the car, she turned around, and saw a pair of gentle narrow eyes under the man's mask, and his thin lips lightly opened: "Why are you still outside so late?" ”

Ling Sheng couldn't hide the surprise in his eyes, but he looked at him arrogantly: "What are you doing here so late?" ”

"Here are the people I miss." Jun Shiyan laughed happily: "Miss Ling, I don't know if I have the honor to teach you to ride a bicycle?" ”

Ling Sheng glanced at his legs, for fear of breaking his heart, and asked cautiously, "Is it okay?" ”

"Yes." Jun Shiyan nodded and explained: "The wheelchair is intelligent and knows what I want to do." ”

"Can you read minds?" Ling Sheng glanced thoughtfully at the wheelchair and expressed his skepticism.

Jun Shiyan was in the back, helping to hold the back seat of the car, looking at the little girl whose nervous body had collapsed into a string, and said softly: "Relax, believe me." ”

Ling Sheng was scared of falling, her father said the same thing last night, but when he let go, she fell, and her knees were blue, and when she heard his voice, she was inexplicably relieved, and nodded vigorously, like a fighter: "Hmm!" ”

The bicycle slowly began to move, Jun Shiyan's voice was very steady, very warm, with convincing magical magic: "Don't worry, take your time, stabilize your body, keep breathing, don't be nervous." ”

When Ling Sheng heard his voice, he was very relaxed, and acted according to his instructions, kicking his feet without hurry, with the breeze in his ears and his warm voice.

Jun Shiyan saw that the little girl had relaxed, and slowly, slowly let go of her hand, but she still kept following her and talking to her.

"Third Master, when did you come back?"

"Yesterday, it was too late, I'm afraid to disturb you."

"So it's not too late today?"

"I want to come and see how you and the bike get along."

"What I told you is true, the first time I learned things so slowly, I always couldn't learn, and the bicycle was against me."