Russell collapsed on the ground in his dying state, still cheering up, and said in a trembling voice: "Grandpa, this time I did something wrong and let grandpa down......"

"Not only this time, but you have let me down every time!" Old Man Luo pointed at him heavily, with a stern expression, "You are the same as your unpopular mother, your bloodline is low, and you can't make a big deal!" ”

Russell didn't speak, and replied with a low wheez: "Ask grandpa to give me another chance, I will definitely behave well." ”

Another group of people appeared in the hospital, led by a woman wearing a white suit and skirt, a precious gemstone brooch pinned to her chest, and she was wearing a black mesh hat, and in the blink of an eye, she was already in front of her.

The woman was accompanied by a man who looked slightly chubby and had facial features somewhat similar to Russell, with a seemingly thick smile on his face, and shouted "grandpa" to Old Man Luo.

I instantly understood that this is the son of the Luo family that Zhang Yuanjun once mentioned, Luo Yu, looking at this woman's momentum, it must be the first room of the Luo family.

Fang Hong glanced at Russell and said disdainfully: "Dad, in the last business, Russell not only messed up, but also offended the Tianqi Group, you may not be too tolerant of him." ”

"Grandpa, Mom is right, now our Luo family's business is fluctuating, and these are not something that Russell can make up for with an apology." Luo Yu took the opportunity to make up for it.

The more Old Man Luo listened, the more gloomy his face became, and he raised a kick and kicked Russell fiercely: "You just bring these injuries to me for good reflection!" No one is allowed to heal him during this time! ”

A group of people seemed to be just here to ridicule him, and after the goal was achieved, they left like a tide, and as for his life or death, no one cared at all.

Russell lay on the ground, trembling all over, not at all arrogant.

I don't know why, looking at him at this moment, I suddenly felt a trace of sympathy in my heart, but soon, I dispelled this thought.

"Let's go." I raised my hand to help him up.

He looked at me with some surprise and "why" written all over his face.

"Is there anyone else who cares about you now but me?" I asked, raising my eyebrows.

He smiled bitterly: "You're right, it's me who overestimated myself, even if you dismantle me at this time, no one in the Luo family will avenge me at all." ”

"I'll send you home." I blinked, a demonic smile on my face.

I sympathize with Russell, but he is to blame for all this, he owes me, I still have to take it back, I never said that I would let him go.

What's more, now that his little life is in my hands, I will never give up if I don't ask Tang Tianqi's whereabouts from his mouth.

Not far from the city center, Russell pointed to the small cottage in the shade of the greenery in the distance and motioned for me to stop.

I opened the car door, pulled him out, pushed him to the door, and raised my eyes to signal him to open the door.

His face was a little strange, as if he still wanted to maintain his conceit and dignity, and he stared at the place where his fingerprints were swiped.

I snorted, grabbed his hand rudely, and pressed it without saying a word.

With a "drip", the door opened.

I pushed Russell in hard and closed the door with my hands.

I thought that Russell liked to hug each other, and there should be many servants at home, but what I didn't expect was that there was no one here at all, and there was even a smell of dust everywhere.

I opened the curtains heavily, and a puff of dust spilled down my head.

"What the hell? How long has it been since no one lived here? You didn't just find a random place to amuse me, did you? I covered my nose and took a step back, a little suspicious that this was not his home.

Russell slumped on the couch, panting like a fish out of water, tilting his head: "I want to drink water." ”

Okay, as long as his little life is still there, I don't mind giving him a hand for the time being.

It's just that when I arrived in the kitchen, I found that the surroundings were empty, and there was no equipment for life, and it took more than ten minutes just to find a cup to drink.

When I finally found the cup, I unscrewed the water pipe, and there was rust in it.

Are the rich living in such shabby conditions now? I raised my hand and stroked my forehead, speechless.

Fighting back my anger, I went back to the living room and looked at him with a bad face.

"What's the plumber's number?"

He replied impatiently, "How do I know?" ”

He could, I couldn't, I turned around and went to fix the water pipes.

Half an hour later, the water pipe was twisted open, and seeing that the color of the water finally returned to normal, I breathed a sigh of relief, boiled a pot, and carried the water into the living room.

He was already lying on the couch unconscious.

In fact, after so much blood shed, it is already a miracle that it can hold on.

But if his wound continues to be left like this, it will be a matter of time before it becomes inflamed.

With some effort, I found a pair of scissors, some iodine, and a bandage to bandage, walked up to him and began to treat his wounds.

Seeing that he was so comatose and so comfortable, a wave of anger welled up in my heart, and I deliberately touched his wound with force, and he snorted, and really woke up with a spasm.

"You sleep soundly, I ask you, what do you eat at night?" I asked with a calm face.

He shook his head, a little weak: "I'm not hungry. ”

I sneered: "You misunderstood, I asked what I ate." ”

He thought about it for a moment and finally said, "There should be some instant noodles in the kitchen closet." ”

After a day of tossing, I was already hungry, opened the cabinet, and sure enough, I saw a few packets of instant noodles, and I ordered a pot of noodles casually, and the fragrance was so greedy that my saliva was about to flow down.

I glanced at him, and ate to his heart's content, he swallowed, but remained silent.

After eating the noodles, I went to the bathroom to take a shower, and finally found a guest room, locked the door and went to bed.

This was Russell's own home, and he must have been more familiar with the environment than I was, and he was wounded, and he was no threat to me, and I fell into a deep sleep defenselessly.

In the middle of the night, a muffled noise woke me up, I jumped up, drew my dagger from under the pillow in vigilance, opened the door, and walked a few steps down the corridor, only to see Russell, holding the quilt and pillow, struggling to get up from the stairs.

"You're making me sleep." You're not welcome.

He looked at me with some embarrassment, and replied angrily, "It's a little cold at night." ”

I crossed my arms and smiled sarcastically: "Isn't it usually arrogant and used to only doing things that bully people, and now you feel uncomfortable being bullied by others?" ”

Russell pursed his lips, ignored me, and shook off the quilt to sleep.

I turned to go back to my room when the bell in the living room rang suddenly, and he seemed startled and sat up immediately.

"How do you act like you're living here for the first time?" I frowned.

This time, he didn't get angry, he was silent for a long time, and replied lightly: "This is where my mother used to live, and after she died, I never came again." ”

"Then why are you here today?" I'm a little curious.

He smiled, and lay down again with the quilt as if nothing had happened, with a sense of schadenfreude in his tone: "Zhang Xiaoyun watched us leave together, according to Yuanjun's character, he should come to you soon, how could I let him find it?" ”

Seeing that I was silent, he smiled slightly: "What, disappointed?"

I shook my head and smiled: "That's right, I don't want him to find it, how can I carry out the revenge plan when a good old person like him is present?" ”

He smiled again and said with confidence: "You will definitely not kill me, now only I know Tang Tianqi's whereabouts, right?" ”

"Don't be complacent, one day I'll get impatient, I'll still do it to you, maybe you don't know where he is, just to delay me."

"Yes, if you don't believe it, why save me?" Russell began to provoke me.

I suddenly became angry, rushed up and grabbed his neck, and said sharply: "You'd better make it clear to me, now I've saved you twice, I'm your master, you'd better be careful when you talk to me!" ”

The moment I touched his skin, I suddenly found that the temperature on his body was frighteningly high, which did not correspond to the body temperature of a normal person at all, and my heart sank, and I had a bad premonition.

I tore the clothes from his chest with a gloomy face, blood oozing out, and a festering breath came over my face, accompanied by a yellow liquid.

The wound is inflamed.

If it drags on any longer, it's a trivial matter that he loses his life, and I don't want to live in the same room with a corpse.

"Listen, you have to go to the hospital now to get your medication." I looked serious.

Russell shook his head, looking tired: "It's useless, grandpa has given an order, and no hospital will take me in." ”

I stared at the scar on his chest, and since I couldn't go to the hospital and couldn't get prescription drugs at the pharmacy, there was only one last option.

I slowly pulled out the dagger, and I felt that the expression on my face must be hideous, because he looked terrified.

"What are you going to do?"

"I'll help you cut off that rotting piece of meat." I said it seriously.

He curled back in an instant, his face extremely bad: "No! You might as well kill me! ”

I knew he was going to resist, and I threw my fist and stunted him.

After I had sweated and tied Russell and stuffed a handkerchief into his mouth, I took a deep breath and calmed my beating heart.

This is the first time I have done this level of "surgery", and I really don't know the bottom of my heart.

He is not a good person either, and if he really dies, it is also God's will.

I comforted myself and got to work.

There was a violent trembling, and Russell was really awakened by the pain, and he was sweating profusely, like a man who was about to be executed.

"Come on, hold back." I comforted him softly, no less sweat on my face than he was.

Russell forcibly gritted his teeth, his forehead was bruised, and this time, no matter how I used the knife, he didn't say a word again.

After the last bit of carrion was scraped off by me, I sat down on the ground, wiped my sweat with palpitations, and looked up at him, who was staring at me with a complicated look in his eyes.

"What? You hate me now, don't you? I tell you, I hate you too! I said angrily.