The car stopped in front of the iron pull gate of Ke Xucheng Community. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

It's a community that has been around for years, and the more communities like this, the more lively it becomes.

It's almost twelve o'clock, and the Northeast barbecue at the door is still burning with gray smoke.

Office workers in suits and shirtless men sit together without being obtrusive.

Fried skewers and beer, swear words and spitting stars cross, a good scene of daily life in the world.

Ke Xucheng pulled down the window and talked to the uncle sitting in the security room.

"Xiao Ke is back?"

"Yes, I'm working overtime today, I'm tired."

The sliding door slowly opened.

"There's no time for the barbecue stall here, hey, your niece hasn't come back yet?"

Ke Xucheng started the car slightly, and when he saw the security probe looking inside, his body consciously blocked his vision, his face was a little weird, and he didn't show it too much, and his palms were actually sweaty.

"Well, it's coming." Ke Xucheng responded, closed the window, and drove to the underground parking lot.

The security guard tilted his head, thinking to himself why this Xiao Ke looked so nervous, and he didn't think much about it, anyway, it was a relationship for many years, and he continued to listen to the radio.

The car was parked in the basement, Ke Xucheng hurriedly got out of the car, he took out a hat coat from the trunk, wrapped it around Zhao Nianci, and made sure that the body and flesh were not exposed, and then hugged her out.

The cold wind in the basement alternated with the humidity of the exit, and from time to time other people's cars slowly drove by, looking for a parking space.

Ke Xucheng's good relationship with his neighbors made him not receive any suspicious eyes.

He beckoned, and the girl, who was about ten years old, got out of the car.

may be the reason for sitting for a long time, the lower body is a little trembling, the cold outside the car makes his breathing sluggish, he can't stand firmly, his skinny body, and he is holding on to the handlebar with difficulty.

"Daddy......"

Ke Xucheng had no time to take care of it, he was about to yell at the little girl, a car drove by in the neighborhood, he could only hold a gentle smile, squatted in the past, helped the little girl up with his dead hand, and hugged Zhao Nianci in the coat tightly with the other hand.

He took the girl in one hand and Zhao Nianci in the other, and got on the elevator.

Because I was prepared in advance, since I got on the elevator, I was also very lucky, and I arrived at the door smoothly.

The door opened, and his normal expression, from being outside the door to inside the door, changed completely.

His regular features, which began to fiddle with his own thoughts, looked like a naughty child with a grimace, whose bones and limbs were uncontrolled from the moment he stepped into the room.

"Oops...... Hi, my couch, my fish tank......."

In front of him was a floor-to-ceiling fish tank about one meter long, with only a goldfish that had been staring wide-eyed, and he was swimming alone in the water.

The sink has been cleaned up for a long time, and at the bottom of the tank, the corpses of the fish are lined up naked, and the green parasites are floating on the surface of the water, squeezing the only remaining oxygen inside.

Eyes, staring fiercely around the fish tank.

The dark blue light, shining in the room with multiple layers of glass, reflects the crystal blue light, giving the room a sense of confusion.

Next to the couch, there was a fence with a dog leash on it, but no dog had ever entered or left the room.

Ke Xucheng put Zhao Nianci on the sofa and took out a special chair from a dark room.

Why is it a special characteristic, because the back of this chair has an iron ring suitable for putting the arm in, and the bottom has elastic plastic, which has a strong suction.

The little girl who was standing on the edge of the sofa looked at this chair, her expression changed, and she hid slightly to Zhao Nianci's side.

The chair was placed in front, Ke Xucheng went to take away the clothes, he couldn't get enough of Zhao Nianci's unconscious face, picked her up, and placed her on the chair.

The arm, locked in the ring.

He nodded with satisfaction and said to himself, "Well, the effect should be almost over." ”

Sure enough, Zhao Nianci's eyelids trembled slightly, which was a precursor to waking up.

"What are you still standing for?" Ke Xucheng was lying on the sofa, he turned on the TV, but turned off the sound.

The little girl was stunned for a moment, moving left and right, as if thinking about what he was supposed to do.

"Do you want Daddy to love you, or do you want Daddy to beat you?" Ke Xucheng squinted, lay his hand on the leather sofa, lay comfortably, and said to the little girl.

"Daddy loves me." The little girl said in a panic, she took small steps, knelt down at Ke Xucheng's feet, put her hand against his trouser belt, and began to untie the belt by herself.

"Smack". Ke Xucheng slapped him over.

"Dad, don't hit me, my daughter hurts, my daughter hurts." The little girl swallowed her tears, her eyes were down, and she immediately stood up, she, she turned up her long gray dress, her immature belly and legs exposed to the air.

I didn't even wear pants, and my smooth lower body was exposed to the air so sinfully.

She closed her eyes tightly, her chapped lips trembling slightly, and her throat murmured helplessly.

One foot stepped over Ke Xucheng's legs lying on the sofa, and aimed his ungrown lower body at Ke Xucheng's incompletely exposed dog stick.

However, Ke Xucheng was still not satisfied, he seemed to be just torturing the little girl every day, kicking, with a gentle gaze, and kicking the girl's ......

"Daddy hit you!" He said fiercely.

The girl covered her lower body and knelt on the cold ground in pain, the blue light shining on her eyelids and arms, and the blood vessels were faintly visible.

This room seems to deliberately create this low and oppressive atmosphere, and people's emotions become fragile and trance under this light.

"Go do your homework." Ke Xucheng pointed to the "fence" next to the sofa.

The little girl finally got the instructions, and she nodded hard, her hands still resting on her lower body, the pain still tearing at her.

She stepped over the fence, went in, sat down on the ground, and put a chain around her neck.

.......

Homework, oh yes, homework.

She leaned out and found a worn-out notebook from the cabinet next to her.

The book opened, and a pen cut to the length of only half a finger was stuck in the middle.

On the notebook, something was densely written, and she rummaged through the places where the book was not full, and finally found it.

He wrote, "Listen to Daddy...... Listen to Daddy......"

This is the homework, keep writing these words, just! Be! Make! Karma!

Zhao Nianci slowly opened his eyes, and he saw Ke Xucheng crossing Erlang's legs, looking at the newspaper.

She looked around and remembered that this was the place where she and Ke Xucheng lived when they were still husband and wife.

Nearby, where the crib had been placed, there was a wooden fence around it, and she saw a girl about her daughter's age, with her forehead exposed, her head bowed, and her hands rustling.

She didn't dare to make a sound, and her hand was on the back for a long time, and it was pressed out of the iron blue mark.