He mocked, "What do I want to do?" I want to kill him, don't you know? ”

"Han San, don't be like this, calm down." Luo Jie let out a long sigh, "Zhou Ke is extremely evil, and the little Zhou family can't protect him." This time you have your heart, send him to prison, and never let him out. ”

"Isn't that relieving enough?"

He listened to him and said indifferently, "A hundred and a thousand of his lives can't be exchanged for Lan Qingchuan." ”

Han Luochen had a strange smile, but there was a cold glint like a knife hanging in his eyes, he turned to stare at Luo Jie and asked him, "You say, are the people of the Xiao Zhou family all a group of crazy people?" ”

He meant something, so naturally he added Zhou Xueying.

This girl has not had much contact, but what he clearly saw from these few times was her same morbid stubbornness as Zhou Ke.

Luo Jiexin said, what qualifications do you have to say about others, you may not be much better than them.

Zhou Ke was interrogated by the police.

He had just been released from prison, his plan was rudimentary, and the evidence was far easier to find than his previous case. The people of the Xiao Zhou family can't protect it, and they are not unreasonable people, knowing that Zhou Ke is completely hopeless.

The relationship they had cleared up could only be used to make his life slightly better in prison.

This incident caused a sensation in the city, and it also made Xiao Zhou's family completely faceless. As the heir cultivated by the family since childhood, it is ridiculous to harm others one after another, and finally harm his own family.

Fang Yuzhong didn't mind making up the knife and extended his sentence for several more years. Lan Qingchuan was folded in his hand, and this breath would not be swallowed. He turned over the old case the year before last, and handed over Zhou Ke's handle to contact the underworld to deal with other people by the way.

Before Zhou Ke was imprisoned, he didn't even see Zhou Xueying who he was thinking about.

His little sister was transferred to the intensive care unit, her hair shaved and her eyes never opened in days. She didn't know that her home had changed.

In a world of people, she lies quietly, silently.

Zhou Xueying was fortunate not to crash into a vegetative person. There was not much damage to her brain, but the serious ones were internal organs with multiple ruptures.

But for her parents, nothing hurts more than her hand, which has fallen into disability.

She suffered a comminuted fracture of her left hand, had a little finger amputated, and could no longer play her violin.

In the days when she didn't meet Han Luochen, all Zhou Xueying's happiness came from this piano. Without the violin, Zhou Xueying is really nothing.

She desperately tried to love someone, and in the end even the violin gave up on her.

When she came out of the operating room, Mrs. Zhou had completely ignored her image and chased her cart all the way, and no one could persuade her. She hugged her thin and pale daughter, and she was trembling with tears, and even her heart and liver were about to cry. Mr. Zhou was a kind-hearted and mild-mannered half-hundred-year-old, his daughter's thin wrist bones were twisted in a terrible posture, still treated, and clamped with a splint, but his hands were already unsightly, his face was almost twisted several times, and finally his lips trembled.

Mrs. Zhou grabbed the guardrail of the hospital bed and never put it down. She kept calling her by her nickname, but how could a girl hear it, her appearance, even moving her eyelashes would make people feel extremely painful.

Mrs. Zhou almost cried. Her daughter, like a treasure in the palm of her hand, is pampered and pampered, even if she suffers from a little disease, she has been worried for many days. She had never suffered from her daughter, such a weak and pale little person, she could not imagine how she could endure such pain and pain.