She must not love me.

This thought began to torment Mr. Kim, gnawing at his heart like a worm, and yes, Mr. Kim confirmed it again and again with himself. Otherwise she wouldn't have done such a good safety precaution. If a woman is truly in love with a man, she will definitely want to give him a child. Mr. Jin turned his head to glance at Wan Qian, and saw that the woman's long and curled eyelashes trembled slightly, like a butterfly about to fly, but he found that she had wrinkles, extremely thin, just in the corner of her eyes, and when Wan Qian opened her eyes, Mr. Jin could see the first half of her life through the woman's pupils.

However, the first half of her life had nothing to do with me.

What about the second half of life?

Mr. Kim gently withdrew his arm.

It doesn't necessarily matter.

People like him will not have a future with anyone, nor will they have a long-term and stable relationship with anyone.

Mr. Kim's chest expanded outward, and silently let them retract, he didn't dare to sigh loudly, to be honest, not everyone in this world has the right to sigh openly.

Forget it, Mr. Jin decided to reconcile with himself, if the woman really has to give him a child, will the child have a future? And how could there be? Mr. Jin's eyes changed in front of him, Wan Qian, and the child, they lived a happy life in the town until their old age. He will definitely be a good husband, he will definitely be a good father. He will cherish it desperately, he will not snub Wan Qian, let her wait day and night for a man to love herself again, he will give her everything, give her everything that a woman wants and envy, he will not fall behind every festival, he will hold a woman, and never get tired of kissing her and asking her for the rest of his life, so that she feels like a woman.

Mr. Kim's nose was a little sour.

Do you no longer have this right now? Was it already doomed to deprivation years ago? No more chances? Should I accept my fate?

He kept asking himself.

No.

No.

No.

Everyone has a chance to change their fate, and I have it too. I want to live a normal life.

Mr. Kim pursed his lips and felt his eye sockets start to sour in addition to his nose, but he did his best to control his tear ducts.

He will also be a good father, and he will not be like other men, saying that he is busy, no matter how busy he is, there is no other person or one thing more important in this world. He would carry his son on his shoulder, and he would lie on the ground as a tiger, or a lion, or whatever animal his son wanted him to play, and he would climb on the floor and listen to his laughter on his back.

He would lift him high with his strong arms, throw him up, and catch him again.

He's going to be a good dad, really.

Mr. Jin closed his eyes, and the tears finally fell silent, fortunately, the night was the best cover-up, fortunately, no one could see it, he twitched his nose slightly, and felt that the night was deeper.

However, people have adapted to the darkness, and the night is not much different from the white stool.

Mr. Jin hugged Wan Qian, no longer thinking about whether he could wake up the woman. He hoped that she would wake up here and now, so that Mr. Jin could ask, come with me, and fly away incognito.

Come with me.

Come with me.

Good no good?

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I want to ask, every pore of my body wants to ask. No matter who was sorry for whom, no matter what I did, no matter what you ever thought, let's turn the old article over and just think about the present and the future.

Good no good?

Run away.

Incognito.

Mr. Jin ignored Wan Qian's current state, which was the life that Meizi and Li Shatou deliberately arranged for her in the past------ and she flew away and went incognito.

However, fate does not allow anyone to escape from the palm of his hand.

No one can fly away and be incognito in their own destiny. Fate has already secretly marked the trajectory of everyone's life, and no one can really escape.

Wan Qian didn't wake up, which made the man feel a little disappointed, he put his hand under her pajamas, and the woman finally opened her sleepy eyes, she pursed her lips, but the man didn't give her a chance to speak. Hot lips glued together, and the man rolled over on his horse. The night breeze sang outside the window, like a beautiful, lingering, long-lasting song, and the song was like a trumpet, and the man's last cry like rolling thunder was trapped in his throat.

"Come with me!"

Like a spell.

However, it was another sentence that blurted out, and the man could clearly hear his own voice.

"Give me a son."

The voices of the two men converged in one place.

The night is deeper.

However, that question has been bewitching him, bewitching the man to ask. There were a few times when Mr. Kim himself couldn't help but want to ask, but he didn't.

What was left of his sanity told him that he could not give any woman or child a real home and a future.

He couldn't.

And the organization won't let him go.

Fate has secretly arranged everyone's script, and he just acts according to it, and doesn't always have to play freely. There is no real freedom in this world, no one. If anyone dares to provoke fate, fate will slap their ears until the person concerned comes to their senses, if they are obsessed and lost, it doesn't matter, fate will teach them a harsher lesson, until they really realize who is the real master, who is the real boss.

Juggernaut, boss, not him.

It was never him.

He has killed so many people that he can dictate the life and death of some people, no! The life and death of those people have never been controlled by him, it is the organization, or, the person who entrusts the organization, or......

He was a little messy, and he didn't want to let himself continue to dwell on it.

Wan Qian's cooking is still delicious, but he is a little in a trance, and some of the food is not tasteful. Mr. Gao and Ah Dong had no intention of saying goodbye, but fortunately, Ah Dong successfully attracted his attention. He began to pay attention to Adong, he had never paid attention to a homosexual like this, he was interested in everything about Adong, Adong could attract his attention with every breath, if this continued, Mr. Jin doubted that he would fall in love with the man named Adong.

Of course, this is nothing more than a joke.

He didn't want to do it directly, but Adong must die, there is no doubt about that.

He can't just do it. There is no chance here, more

What's more, there are actually not many people who can move Adong, and those here, including Wan Qian, are not ordinary people. Everyone knows it, and it's getting clearer, everyone knows what's going on, and it's no fun to be stupid.

Mr. Kim contacted another organization that provided related services. negotiated the price with the other party, and the hired person was a Vietnamese mercenary, and it was more than enough to solve Ah Dong. The location was also set, whether at home or abroad, and Mr. Kim must not be present.

The man began to advise Mr. Gao and Ah Dong to return to China as soon as possible, but these two people seemed to be unhappy and had absolutely no plans to return in the near future.

Wan Qian urged a few times, but the two men did not respond positively, and Ah Dong was active, but he proposed to Wan Qian to take Wan Huan back to China for a period of time. Wan Qian agreed, but the little guy was not enthusiastic about the proposal, which was obviously unexpected by many people.

"Why?" Once Wan Qian and Wan Huan were alone together, Wan Qian asked.

"What, why?" The boy asked rhetorically.

"Why don't you go with them?" Wan Qian hugged Wan Huan and felt that his small body was stronger than before, which made her feel relieved to be a mother. "It's okay to go back, go see Mason, go see Aunt Meizi, go see ......"

What else to see?

The woman understands that none of this is the point.

But Wan Huan shook his head very resolutely and firmly.

"I'm with you. Dad didn't accompany you, and then you never had a chance. ”

He remembers.

Wan Qian thought he was still young, Wan Qian thought that the love that Li shaved his head gave him was not very rich, however, he knew. Oh, how could he not know? His father is Lee Shaved.

Wan Qian wrapped her arms around the child and tried to explain to him, but she opened her mouth, only to find that she could not speak as usual. yes, how to explain it? With a five- or six-year-old? Hatred? Or something else? You can't say it, you can't say anything.

She lowered her eyelids when Mr. King approached.

"If he doesn't want to, don't force him."

Mr. Jin hugged Wan Huan in his arms as soon as he bent down, and Wan Huan hugged his neck. Mr. Jin saw Li shaving his head through the child's hazel pupils, and his hand loosened, but the child's hands clinged to his neck in time, like vines wrapped around a tree.

"What's wrong with you?" Wan Huan's voice was childish, "Are you scared?" He asked again.

Mr. Kim didn't want to avoid the child's gaze at first, he was still a child, Mr. Kim said to himself. Even if he wasn't a child, his father Li was strong enough to shave his head, but he died at my hands. He had never been afraid of the dead, let alone a child. He should not have fear.

Fear precedes danger and kills people.

Mr. King remembered that they had been trained to face their fears, and he frowned, even years later, when he suddenly remembered these events and still made him shudder. Everyone has their own special fear of things, some people are born afraid of some fleshy worms, some people are afraid of small animals, and some people are afraid of the dark and ghosts, and so on, Mr. Kim is afraid of confined spaces, and fear comes from

He could not recall how far away he had been, he was put into boxes like animals, and he was wandered all the way from place to place, where he ate, and pulled, and slept in, and at first Mr. King could identify where his excrement had been, but then he could not remember it clearly, for it had been so long, almost everywhere, that he even wondered if he would have used it if no one would give him food, and if he had no one to give him food, he would have used it to satisfy his hunger if necessary.

People can actually do anything when they are at their limit.

He was later released, and from then on he was afraid of confined spaces. At that time, he didn't know anything about claustrophobia, only knew that when he was alone, the space was small, and he would have difficulty breathing, cold sweat all over his body, and his feet would be cold.

After that brutal killing, Mr. Kim and the others thought that from then on, they should have calmed down, at least, there should be some time for them to recuperate.

One night when he was caught off guard, Mr. Jin was put into a sack before he could react, he had a knife in his hand, and it was not too difficult to cut through the sack, but before he could grope the knife out of his body, he was thrown into a confined space.

He didn't know where it was, or what was trapping him. It was frighteningly dark inside, the air was thin, and there were no gaps in the tentacles around it, not the slightest bit.

He forced himself to compose, but after two minutes, Mr. Kim felt his heart beat much faster, thump, It was like something was choking his throat, and he couldn't breathe, and then the sweat came down, and then he was so weak that he was sweating too much, and he was like he had just been immersed in water, and then he came up again.

Or no, no one would take action to catch him again, and Mr. Kim's face turned red, and he began to pound the four walls with all his might. Knock, knock, knock, knock......

(End of chapter)