When Bo'er opened his eyes, he found that the sunlight in front of him had narrowed and was so weak that it looked like it was about to disappear—and he realized that he had been in a coma for a while. /top/

His injuries were only his feet, but he felt swollen and painful all over his body, and he tried to move his legs, which had been as if they didn't exist, and the action caused a sharp tingling pain, like being stuffed into a bucket of red coals, and he cried out in pain.

"Ah," said his mother, her voice far away from him, very soft, like a bee flapping its wings in a can, "it's getting late, Baby, hurry up, put on your socks, and your shoes." She said logically, "We should go back." I have a little party tonight. She paused: "Your father also has a tight date - we all came in a hurry to put down our own things - God forbid, this is the last time, otherwise I will whip you too, hard, more than your father - what's wrong, why don't you stand up yet?" A wet thing stuck to Boa'er's scarred face, and water flowed into the skin cut by the debris of the floor, Boa struggled to dodge, his eyes were red and swollen from crying, and he could only open a small slit, and from that gap he saw his mother, her makeup was meticulous, her face was gorgeous, and she must have sketched it again—she used to be like this when she was at home, touching up her makeup every hour, changing her clothes every two to three hours, she never hugged Bao'er, and she didn't allow him to come near her, Because the ignorant toddler will wrinkle or stain her clothes.

Boa tried, he couldn't stand up, he looked up with difficulty, Fergus. Douglas leaned against the window, leisurely smoking a round cigar as his mother withdrew her hand from him, throwing her soiled handkerchief on the floor.

He knew that it was impossible to get even the slightest help from these two people, but he really didn't have the strength, and he wanted to stand up. The red and swollen soles of the feet are like stepping on a burning iron. He was now thankful for the hoarse and low throat that had turned after crying out loud, and who knew if Douglas's patriarch would continue to beat him for "screaming too badly"?

"Do you think he needs to see a doctor?" Mrs. Douglas asked, and the two slender eyebrows hadn't stretched since she saw Boa's "crawling" into the bathroom with no grace.

"That kid knows what to do." Dr. Douglas said nonchalantly, "Moreover, the ability of the Adept is very strong - before the age of twenty-five, apart from women and cigarettes, alcohol, and money-making, my greatest hobby is to beat Osien, no matter how hard he beats him today, tomorrow he can walk out of the room and eat breakfast with that pretty little white face - this big fool." He just didn't want me to know he had ......" He frowned, as if he didn't know which word to choose: "What about that little skill......" Fergus said rather reluctantly, "Did he think I would go crazy with jealousy, that was ridiculous, wasn't it?" He shrugged his shoulders, "He'll just keep his little secret—it's funny, I've had a few times when I deliberately broke into his room without saying hello and scared him enough to—ha, dear." You know, the last time he hid a pot of writhing cacti in his crotch, I stood there and talked to him for half an hour, and his face turned blue......"

"It doesn't seem like he's been affected too much." Mrs. Douglas said meaningfully.

"That's probably the only thing that makes people happy," said Mr. Douglas in a low voice, "but it's nothing." To know ......"

“…… What to know? "With the female "sexual" sensitivity, chapter 148 is in. With a wrong hand, the taut socks bounced onto the hot flesh. A brief coolness was followed by an excruciating pain, and Boa bent down, hugged her feet, opened her mouth wide, and took deep breaths—this was what Miss Marcia had taught him, and that it was a good way to reduce the pain when he was injured during exercise—and he shivered so hard that it took him several minutes before he began to put on his socks and shoes.

Wait for him to put on his shoes and socks, and then take care of himself according to his mother's request...... At least after he didn't look so bad anymore, he was able to follow his parents and limp out the door.

"How's this exam going?" Mrs. Douglas asked, as if unintentionally, "How many A's do you think you can?" She made a promise like an ordinary, vain mother, "If we take you this time, you'll love it," she mocked, "No, it's not an island, I'm sure the little island you've conquered is enough to wear a necklace, and you'll see a real beauty—both breasts and buttocks," and her skin as white and shiny as pearls, and her voice, which seems to cut through your heart—penetrates your body and gives you goosebumps—indescribable, You will forget everything...... That's a natural stunner, my dear - you have to learn from your dad, and it's a shame for the Douglas family to lose your soul for a flat ass that never existed. ”

"Can't you just say a few words about your ass?" Fergus. Douglas said, "Why the hell hasn't the elevator come yet?" ”

"Be patient, my dear," said Mrs. Douglas leisurely, "and we've all been a bit derelict in our duties, and we should have found out that our lovely baby was in a state of flux—at the very least, could you recommend him a decent buttocks?" ”

Mr. Douglas turned his head in annoyance, he did not notice that the elevator door opened, and a man rushed out of it, Mr. Douglas showed an agility that was completely out of keeping with his stature, and he dodged, Mrs. Douglas was ahead of him, and only the impaired Boar stood in his way.

Boa was knocked away, far away, his back hitting the vase shelf by the door, the large brass enamel vase crumbling, but fortunately the female "sex" who came out after the immoral daredevil, reacted quickly enough - she caught it, and the vase was only a few inches above Boa's head.

"Uh, I'm sorry." Catherine said, "Are you alright?" Holding the vase, she looked down at the boy, who let out an exclamation from the wound on his face, but she quickly realized that it couldn't have been knocked out, "What's wrong with you?" What happened? ”

Boa looked up, he recognized this woman, she was also a stranger, that is, Fergus. As Douglas said, she is a trickster, and it is said that she has the ability to check other people's memories - fortunately, Douglas came very quickly, and they did not allow her to approach Boa, otherwise Boa would not know if she would find out what she was doing.

He immediately endured the pain and tried to escape.

"Wait......" cried Catherine, dropping the vase and grabbing the boy's arm—fear, horror, pain...... She fell down in a bust, groaned, and let go of her hand.

Mrs. Douglas pulled Bo'er and held him in her arms, "What do you want to do?" She lowered her voice in disgust, "What do you want to do to my son?" ”

"Alright, shut up." Mr. Douglas glanced at the two men left in the elevator with his yellow eyes, one in a straight suit and the other in a burly build, who looked quite human, "Come out, gentlemen," he said, "this is not the place for you to have a hybrid ball." ”

Wait for them to come out, Fergus. One by one, Douglas dragged Boa and her mother roughly into the elevator, holding up a finger and pressing the button to close the door with a frustrated and contemptuous attitude.

Catherine is stopped by the "Chief" and Abel.

"But ......," she said.

"Nothing." The "head" waited until the elevator doors were completely closed before lowering his arm: "Nothing." ”

"But that's abuse!"

"Go back to your room." Abel helplessly pressed her shoulders and forced her to turn around: "Catherine,. ”

"We can at least make a phone call!"

"To whom? God? The "chief" followed them, closed the door himself, and the sound of the outside disappeared at once, and this was the only hotel in the town (although there were only two in total) with the best soundproofing, which may be the reason why the couple chose this place, they had been prepared for a long time—to clean up the bastard—the "chief" stuffed a butter-filled "milk" candy into his mouth, and sneered, after all, he was still a child—he thought, a fifteen-year-old boy who was so afraid of the dark that he needed to be escorted by guards, Did he think everyone was as stupid as Catherine?

"That's the Douglas family," he said vaguely, "explain to her why we can't take care of this idle business—Abel, please, pour something into that empty head as much as you can." ”

(To be continued)

n (one second to remember the world)