] to provide you with wonderful reading. Chapter 436: To Save or Not to Save?

"Yun Haochen!!" Yan Xiaocheng gritted his teeth, he had never seen such a shameless person, and he pretended to sleep to lie to her!

Yun Haochen only glanced at her, with a faint doting helplessness in his eyes, and then looked at his son: "Yun Yao, tell me what's going on!" ”

Yun Yao didn't say a word, he knelt on the ground with a pop, and when he looked up at him, his eyes were red: "Dad, I was wrong." ”

Yan Xiaocheng didn't expect this kid to suddenly admit his mistake and kneel, this speed was simply beyond her reach, she was startled, and bent down to pull him up: "What are you doing!" Hurry up, it's not a big deal. ”

"Why isn't it a big deal, Yan Xiaocheng, how many times has he done it in the past few years, he will slap his face with me in front of others, if they know about today's events......" Yun Haochen hated that iron could not become steel, and his eyes were burning with anger.

"Dad." Yun Yao looked up at him with a determined expression: "I won't next time." ”

"Do you want to have a next time?" Yun Haochen's tone was so cold that he could directly freeze people, and his dark brows were furrowed.

Yun Yaofu looked low and knew he was wrong, but he didn't say what he was wrong, and after saying a word, he lowered his head and was silent.

Yun Haochen was so angry that he was about to make a move, but Yan Xiaocheng hurriedly ran up to pull the rack: "Okay, okay, I said that I knew it was wrong, don't be angry, let's go to sleep quickly, let's go." ”

While pulling Yun Haochen out, he looked at Yun Yao and asked him to quickly say a few nice words, this stinky boy is this virtue every time he does something wrong.

At first, he must have been beaten, but now that he has grown up, he has been beaten a lot less.

"Dad, you have a good rest, I will explain today's things to her by myself tomorrow." Yun Yao looked at the man in front of him and said in a low voice.

Yan Xiaocheng wanted to kill him, turned around and waved his hand at him, and pointed at Yun Haochen.

"No need, you're mentally unstable, everyone knows it." Yun Haochen's voice suddenly became cold, and he broke away and strode away.

Yun Yao's body stiffened, and his face was bloodless in an instant.

The hand held at his side suddenly tightened, the green tendons on his fist were exposed, and the smile on the corner of his mouth mocked the coldness, yes, he had a mental problem!

A person with mental problems, no matter what he does, no one will doubt it, right?

He is really grateful for what happened three years ago, which can be used as an excuse for him to do all the things out of the ordinary!

But what can others say? He can't!

He's a dad! It's the closest person to him, even he said so, hehe......

Yan Xiaocheng stood at the door, neither to go, nor to stay, wanting to chase Yun Haochen, but afraid that Yun Yao would think too much.

This is the first time that Yun Haochen said this sentence so decisively.

In the past three years, no one dared to mention what happened three years ago, and no one dared to mention the hospitalization, for fear of touching Yun Yao's sadness.

The rest of the people in the capital were afraid of the Yun family's power and didn't dare to mention it.

The family was afraid that it would be sad to mention it, so they couldn't mention it.

But today, it was said lightly by Yun Haochen.

When she turned around, she could see Yun Yao's pale face, self-deprecating smile, and there seemed to be bloody pain surging under her eyes, she ran over in a panic and hugged her son in her arms: "Don't listen to your father's nonsense, you also know that he has always been like this, unintentional." ”

The young man's body in his arms trembled slightly, hugged her waist tightly, and his suppressed cry was very low: "Mom, you say...... Will the little guy come back? ”

It's been three years, and they've been raising and coaxing that fake cloud, just to lure them back to put the little guy back, but it's been three years, and there's still no clue.

Little girl......

Where the hell is it?

"Yes, yes." Yan Xiaocheng's tears couldn't help but flow down, and her voice was choked.

"Will the little boy still remember us? Will the little boy still remember me? Yun Yao finally couldn't control his emotions anymore and broke down and cried.

At the door, Yun Haochen looked at the mother and son who were crying together, a deep pain flashed in his eyes, he cautiously glanced in the direction of the second floor, strode into the bedroom, and closed the door.

The night was dark and the smog was heavy, but I didn't expect the sunny weather to suddenly start to rain in the second half of the night.

Helian Xi had just arrived halfway on a motorcycle, looked up at the dark sky, his heart jumped, and his face became pale.

But this is a mountain road with no shops in front of the village and no shops in the back, and she can't find a place to hide from the rain, and it will take at least half an hour to drive to a place where there are people.

She gritted her teeth, increased the throttle, and the car swooped out like an arrow, flashing like a shadow on the deserted mountain road.

The rain poured down without warning, and in an instant, the wind was fierce, and the wind swept the rain, making it impossible to open your eyes.

The speed of the motorcycle is getting slower and slower, and Helianxi only feels that his eyes are blurry, and his whole body is weak.

On both sides were patches of woods, which were even more dark and gloomy, and a lightning bolt swept by, and the sky was bright, and there was a loud bang, lightning and thunder.

The street lights flashed twice, and suddenly went out, and the sky and the earth were dark, the wind was howling, and the sound of trees clattering and breaking kept ringing in my ears.

In the heavy rain, Helianxi's body suddenly stiffened, as if she suddenly lost control, and the whole person fell to the ground with a pop, and the motorcycle smashed on her with inertia.

The pain in her body was unbearable, and she tried her best to push away the motorcycle that was pressing on her, but the iron bumps on her body did not move even the slightest.

The little face wrinkled in pain, and she stretched out her arm to pick up the mobile phone that fell in the distance, but the mobile phone was obviously in front of her, and she couldn't reach it where she could reach it as soon as she stretched out her hand.

With a muffled snort, she shrunk into a ball of pain, the rain washed her cheeks, the sour and astringent liquid flowed into her mouth, her heart seemed to be torn apart in an instant, and she couldn't breathe in pain.

There was chaos in my head, and it was that picture again, and it was always that picture.

Wind.

Waves.

Lightning.

There are also clear cries of despair.

She didn't know who it was, and she couldn't hear what he was shouting.

The voice that cried out in the storm was like a spell, eating away at her heart little by little, stirring her body to the ground.

Every time it was like this, every thunder and rainy day, she didn't dare to go out, so she could only hide herself in the closet, wrap herself in a quilt, and plug her ears with something to block that desperate cry.

She wondered, who was it?

But every time her head was painfully like it was about to explode, so she didn't dare to touch it.

She never dared to tell anyone about it, she always felt that they had a lot of secrets hidden from her, and she always felt that she had lost something very important and very important, and those things were even more important than her life.

A flash of lightning flashed, and the surroundings were as bright as day, reflecting her little face as pale as paper, and her lips were bitten tightly, and the bright red blood droplets kept rolling down, and the rain fell in the pool of water in front of her, and in a moment they converged into a large pool.

The smile on the corner of her mouth, painful and treacherous, her dark hair half-covering her face, her dark eyes blurred and shattered.

The body became more and more stiff, and inch by inch began to freeze.

It's not that she doesn't want to move, it's not that she doesn't want to go, it's that she can't move at all, and she can't even move a little finger.

She had been like this since a stormy night three years ago, and the doctor said it was a psychological disorder.

Ridiculous, what is a psychological disorder? Who can tell her? Why does she have a mental disorder?

The torrential rain kept falling, and at first I could still feel the pain to my bones, but gradually, my body became cold inch by inch, and then, the numb nerve endings no longer felt anything.

At the end of the road, a black sports car is rushing in the rain, and the bright and dazzling street lights illuminate the mountain road.

Yikes!

The screeching sound of brakes sounded very incoherently, and violent sparks rubbed between the wheels and the ground.

"What's going on?" The handsome-looking man in the back seat frowned and asked in a cold voice.

The car was lit with warm yellow lights, and in front of the young man was an easel, and on the easel was a picture of a girl.

The girl in the photo is only five or six years old.

The girl is wearing a pink princess dress, her long hair is slightly curly, she is wearing a silver crown on her head, and her delicate little face like a Barbie doll is looking in one direction at the moment, with a bright smile and carefree.

If you look closely, you can clearly see the cloud the size of a fingernail on the girl's forehead.

"Prince, it seems that there was a car accident ahead, do you want to go down and take a look?" The corners of the man's lips were slightly hooked, and he saw the unhappy expression of the man in the back seat through the rearview mirror, and his mood instantly improved.

The warm orange light shone warmly on the young man's body, the sharp and resolute face lines like a knife and an axe, the deep dark purple eyes, the high bridge of the nose, and the thin cherry lips were tightly pursed, with a beautiful outline.

"No, get around." The young man in the back seat had a cold voice, looking at the tip of the pen in his hand, with a look of regret.

It's a pity, it's broken.

The front raised his eyebrows and shrugged his shoulders, pursed his lips, and looked at the person on the ground through the front window, well, it seems to be a girl, but I'm sorry, the cold-faced Yama in the back seat won't let him save people!

Glancing through the rearview mirror again, the man had taken out another pen very calmly and began to continue his masterpiece.

Well, how can a man without any sympathy be a candidate for the next president? The eyes of the people are indeed blinded.

The moment when a sports car and a motorcycle pass by.

Brother~~

The voice was low and soft, but there was pain and despair in the softness.

Through the bursts of thunder, a strange one reached his ears.

The pen in the young man's hand slipped suddenly, and his body stiffened for a moment.

It was as if the heart had been hit in an instant, and the pain was unbearable.

The speed of the car is extremely fast, and the driving skills of the driver are also excellent, and finally looked at the person outside the window regretfully, and sighed, no matter what, what the master said is all right.

"Shinan, stop!"

The man in the back seat suddenly spoke.

Mobile phone users please browse and read, and a better reading experience comes from Aiwang.