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The evil aura in the eyes of the painting building was like a suffocating brocade robe, choking Bai Yungui's breath. 【Bayi Chinese Network High-quality update .】

He paused before saying, "Zhang Ke is not dead. He studied horseback riding at the German ** school, and before he graduated, he fell his leg in training, and now he is limping. ”

There was silence for a long time, the room was so quiet that you could hear the pins dropping, and the half-hanging curtains were whistling in the night breeze. The painting building's eyes were slightly bright, and he said lightly: "He's not dead......"

Because of Murong Bancen's matter, Bai Yungui was sorry for her and was extremely tolerant. He continued: "...... After I brought Professor Zhang back, I set up an arms research institute in the mountainous areas of the mainland, and Professor Zhang was the main person in charge. Over the years, whenever a new weapon came out in Germany, he could always copy it...... Professor Zhang's institute mimics the German system, in which no one is allowed to return home to visit their relatives for 10 years...... He entrusted his sons to me to take care of, the eldest son and the second son have died, and now only this disabled young son Zhang Ke is left......"

It's not Professor Zhang, it's his son Zhang Ke!

No wonder Bai Yungui said not to mention it again.

From his point of view, Professor Zhang was his mentor, and helped him study weapons and improve the weapons and equipment of the whole of China, and was a hero of his family and country. Professor Zhang's two sons both died for Bai Yungui, and he apologized to the Zhang family; Zhang Ke is also disabled......

When Zhang Zheng didn't die, Zhang Ke was already like this.

After he broke his leg at the age of eighteen, he has always had low self-esteem and resentment in his heart. The physical disability slowly transferred to his heart, and he spent his days doing nothing, drunk and dreaming of death, addicted to opium. After settling in Yuzhou, he visited the tobacco house all day long, stayed in Hualiu Lane, raised dramas, and gambled like his life.

My father has been in the mainland research institute in Baiyungui and has not returned home for many years. less upbringing for him; When the eldest brother Zhang You was not dead, he was still able to control him, and his absurdity was not out of line.

Later, Zhang You died in battle, and the second brother Zhang Zheng was soft-hearted, pitiful for him who was disabled and bereaved, and now only the two brothers are left to rely on each other, and they dote on him and let him go.

At first, it was just a gentleman. Gradually, for some reason, I became obsessed with child prostitution. As long as the young son of Yuzhou has outstanding appearance, he can't escape from the palm of his hand.

once deceived the son of Mayor Yu Zhou to his home, but the son did not follow, so he beat and pinched. He also burned him with a pipe. In the end, the mayor's son committed suicide by humiliation, and the mayor was so angry that he personally came to the door to kill someone, but was stopped by Zhang Zheng. Zhang Zheng begged to come to Bai Yungui, and only said, "...... The Overseers should have pity on my father. I'm doing this for the Overseers, and sooner or later I'm not going to die well. The Overseers had to leave someone to die for my father......"

Bai Yungui thought of Zhang You, who blocked the gun for him, and sighed. secretly sent four beautiful aunts and wives and some gold bars to the mayor, so as to press this matter over.

Zhang Zheng because of this. also taught Zhang Ke a hard lesson.

Zhang Ke still didn't change.

But later, most of the boys he played with were ordinary boys, and he didn't make too many twists and turns. 【Baidu Search Bayi Chinese Net. The latest chapter of martial arts] After Zhang Zheng's death, Zhang Ke's temper became even more weird.

Every few months, the corpse of a beautiful boy who was completely injured was thrown out of Zhang's mansion. Bai Yungui was so angry that he wanted to kill him several times, so he didn't care and smiled at Bai Yungui: "I'm already a human being, a ghost or a ghost, you can kill me!" You've got it on your hands. Didn't I have the lives of my two brothers? It doesn't hurt to have one more of me...... Anyway, my dad doesn't have us sons in his heart, only weapons...... You'll be able to send him off later......"

Zhang You and Zhang Zheng both died because of Baiyungui.

He owes the Zhang family two lives......

Although he was extremely disgusted with Zhang Ke in his heart, he couldn't do it, so he had to turn a blind eye helplessly.

The son is the incense of the family. For the sake of Baiyun's return and for the sake of the nation, Professor Zhang didn't even care about his own small family, how could he bear to ask Professor Zhang to cut off his children and grandchildren?

It's just that he didn't think of it. Murong Bancen will be favored by Zhang Ke.

Recently, he has been busy and has experienced a lot of things, Zhang Ke has not made any fresh tricks for more than two years, and Baiyun has almost forgotten Zhang Ke's existence!

The school where Murong Bancen went to study was closed, except for entering early and leaving late. It is not allowed to enter and exit casually, and no outsiders can take people from the school at will. Adjutant Fang sent him there in the morning and picked him up in the evening, and his safety should be guaranteed. Who knew that such a thing happened!

How did Murong Bancen fall in love with Zhang Ke? Why did he go with Zhang Ke?

These, Bai Yungui wants to ask; But Bancen was almost collapsed, and asking these questions at this time would only increase Bancen's pain.

"Painting Lou, let's forget about this matter!" Bai Yun returned to the last word, and the sadness and helplessness in his voice could not be concealed, "Professor Zhang is the gospel of his family and country, and the strength of our country needs a talent like him!" The Zhang family is a great favor to me, and I can't kill Zhang Ke for both public and private! He's the professor's only son! In the future, I will definitely make up for Banzen's ......"

This sentence is weak and powerless.

Hualou listened, but there was nothing to say, but his whole body revealed a faint blue coldness. Her eyes were half-lowered, her slender eyelashes cast shadows under her eyes, her posture was straight, her delicate hands were tightly clenched, and there were violent green tendons on her snow muscles, which was particularly yin.

Bai Yungui took her hand, took her into his arms, and said gently: "Painting Lou, the tragedy has been completed, even if you kill Zhang Ke, Bancen's injury will be a lifetime...... I will do my best to take care of Banzen and compensate him! ”

Hualou didn't push him, snuggled up to his chest idly, and his voice was demure: "Overseer, Zhang Ke hurt my brother, you will compensate him in the future; So, if I kill Zhang Ke, I will compensate for the losses you have caused in the future, okay? ”

Bai Yungui's body suddenly stiffened slightly.

The painting floor sat up straight and broke free from his embrace. Her face was reflected in the light, and her expression was plain and quiet, comparable to the warmth of the moonlight. The eyes were quiet and lazy, and they fell quietly on Bai Yungui's face, soft as smoke.

He frowned: "Hualou, you know my temper." I've already decided on this matter, don't mention it again! Do you understand? ”

The painting building had already gotten up, his eyes deep: "I understand what the Overseer means, I know what to do...... Thank you for telling us the truth. ”

"Painting Building!" Bai Yungui called out to him, and there was some warmth in his voice, "Thank you for your understanding!" ”

The painting floor looked back and smiled, quiet and elegant. Saixue's skin was sprinkled with silver powder. Fair-skinned and scorching, different and soft.

Coming out of the study, her face was gloomy, and her cold eyes had a murderous aura.

Understanding?

Consideration should be mutual, right?

Does he understand more than half of Cen? Have you ever been considerate of her?

The night was already dark, and he went upstairs to look at Murong Bancen. In the light, his cheeks were as pale as peach, and his lips were dark. He was originally timid and melancholy, but he finally became a little cheerful under the encouragement and care of the painting building, and now he is back to the past.

No. It's worse than ever!

Although he was injected with tranquilizers, he was not restless in his sleep, his brows were furrowed, and his eyelashes trembled slightly, as if he was having a nightmare.

The painting floor sighed.

Her mind was a little confused. I pushed the door of the balcony and blew the late night wind to make myself sober and settled.

The moon is covered in silver, like a dream like smoke and mist; The cold dew is clear, and it is not rain or silk. The milky white railing was soaked with heavy exposure, and the sideburns and sleeves of the painting floor were also slightly wet, which really responded to the sentence, "The fragrant mist is wet." Qinghui Jade Arm Cold". All kinds of thoughts tossed and turned in her mind, burning her heart.

But suddenly I heard a shrill cry.

Murong Bancen had already sat up, his eyes were empty and helpless, and he shrank towards the corner of the bed, sweating all over his head.

The painting building hurriedly rushed over.

He hugged the painting building and cried again.

This voice alarmed everyone in the family again, and they ran up one after another.

No matter how coaxed. He refused to let go, just hugged the painting building, as if his sister was his only support. The painting building had to ask the maid to take her pajamas, and she rested on Murong Bancen's bed tonight.

Bai Yungui's face sank for a moment, and in the end he didn't say anything, so he said that they should rest early, if there is any need. Go downstairs and talk to him.

It's good to draw the corridor.

After changing his clothes and lying down, Murong Bancen immediately pounced and pressed half of his body against the painting building. The painting floor gently hugged his back and comforted him.

He was about the same height as the painting building, and he was originally thinner than the painting building. During this time, he was subjected to inhuman torture. There is no half of the flesh on the body, and the ribs are so painful that the painting is painful.

She endured and didn't move.

He kept tense, his body trembled slightly, he couldn't calm down for a long time, and hot tears fell on the neck of the painting building.

"Sister, will the Overseers kill that man?" Murong Bancen's voice was cowardly, and he asked the painting building with a trill.

The painting building was shocked, he was willing to say!

He trusts the painting building so much, so he is willing to say "that person"! As long as you are willing to say, as long as you put the wound out, you can heal it. Scars are destined to remain, but if you keep covering them, they will fester!

"Yes, the Overseers said they would leave him dead with no place to bury!" The voice of the painting building was unusually resolute. She hugged Murong Bancen, and a warmth slipped quietly in her heart, and she was trusted by Murong Bancen. Thinking about it, I felt that this little boy in my arms was really my dearest relative!

Relatives who are connected by blood!

An emotion that he had never felt before swam in the heart of the painting building, and his eyes were filled with mist.

So, this trust can't be disappointed!

Hearing the assurances of the painting building, Murong Bancen finally calmed down slowly, and his body was not as cold and tense as he had just now. After slowly relaxing, his tears also stopped. The painting floor took out a handkerchief to wipe his face, and called the maid to bring hot water to wash it.

When he fell asleep again, he no longer pressed the painting building, but just clasped her fingers tightly. Ten fingers are interlocked, very tight.

The lights are turned off, and there is a sparse moon shadow in the room, and the furnishings look graceful and charming.

Murong Bancen muttered to the painting building: "Sister, there are many boys as old as me in that person's family...... They were so pitiful, they begged him, and let him ......"

His breathing became heavier, and his voice choked.

The painting floor hurriedly leaned over, put his arms around his shoulders, and comforted him softly.

"Dad is gone, Mom will only cry, if it weren't for you, I would be like them......" Murong Bancen stretched out his hand, and hugged the painting building tightly, and couldn't help crying again, "Only you and Mom are good to me, only you can protect me......"

The center of the painting building is unbearable.

After a long time, he finally stopped crying.

He was willing to open his mouth to mention this matter, and when there was a question, Hualou didn't hesitate anymore and asked him: "Bancen, on the day of the accident, who called you out?" ”

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