With a "bang", Shen Fanyin was interrupted by the loud sound of kicking the door before he could fall into his memory.

She looked at Jing Zeheng blankly, not knowing what he wanted to do.

The old security door didn't protect it, and he kicked the lock, leaving a dented footprint on the door.

The dim light in the room didn't seem to be as lit as his phone, and all he could see was a table and four yellowed walls.

There was a two- or three-year-old child lying on the ground crying, his clothes were covered with brown old dirt, his wrists and ankles were exposed, and his little black feet were kicking on the ground, venting his anxiety wantonly.

His parents were tearing at each other, and the sound of kicking the door stopped them for a moment. The man grabbed the woman's hair, and the big hand raised at her face did not fall; The woman pushed the man, and the dirty nails had just scratched three bloody marks on his face.

Shen Fanyin looked at them in astonishment, wondering if there was something wrong with his memory.

The two people in front of him looked like they were forty years old.

The man was not the high-spirited "brother-in-law" in the suit and leather shoes she remembered, his hair was messy, his clothes were torn and dirty, his cheeks were stubble, his eyes were cloudy and bloodshot, and he still had a half-cut inferior cigarette in the corner of his mouth.

The woman is not the bewitching appearance she has ever seen, fat and bloated, her hair has not been washed for many days, and the oil is disgusting. Shen Fanyin remembered that she should only be three or two years older than herself, but she had more wrinkles than Ms. Shen.

The woman looked at Shen Fanyin, suddenly screamed, and despite the fact that her hair was still grabbed by her husband, she turned her head and ran back, and her hair was torn off a lot.

The frightened appearance seemed to be a ghost who came to hook the soul.

The man casually threw away his wife's hair and squinted at Shen Fanyin.

After a while, he smiled and puffed out a cigarette: "Yo, isn't this Zeng Wanwan's good sister?" I heard that Zeng Wanwan ......"

Before the word "crazy" could be spoken, Jing Zeheng's fist smashed into his face.

He was beaten so that he took two steps back and slammed into the wall, making a dull sound that made the child on the ground cry even harder.

The corners of his mouth cracked, and the blood he vomited was wrapped in two broken teeth.

"What are you, what are you doing......"

There was no mockery in the man's eyes, only a deep horror.

Jing Zeheng didn't answer, clenched his fists and hit the sore spot, and after a while, the man only had the strength to cry and beg for mercy.

Shen Fanyin stood by the door, looking at Jing Zeheng's back and widening his eyes.

If she hadn't seen it with her own eyes, she really wouldn't believe that Jing Zeheng would still fight.

In her impression, he was gentle and thoughtful, and never seemed to be angry.

But he not only knows how to fight, but also fights in a particularly disciplined manner, obviously having practiced for many years.

"I was wrong, I was wrong...... You don't fight...... Ah......h

Seeing that the man was about to lose his footing, Jing Zeheng took a few breaths, barely calmed down, and dragged him to the door by the collar.

He looked at Shen Fanyin and said to her: "Fanyin, if you hate him, you will beat him, and I will bear it if you kill me." ”

He held the person who had hurt her in the palm of his hand, and his eyes were deep and bright, as if to say to her, don't be afraid.

She was watched by him, and her panicked heart gradually settled down.

The man was dragged in his hand like a little chick, and every now and then let out a moan.

Shen Fanyin's gaze slowly fell on the man's face.

It's hard for her to imagine what a person has gone through to be whipped up like this in just three years.

She couldn't be happier to see him having a bad time.

She didn't want to be generous enough to say that everything was over, and she would never be able to forgive this scum.

She just wants to see him live as well as a chicken and a dog, to see him so depressed that he doesn't know where he is for three meals a day, and to see him and his little lover torturing each other, life is better than death!

"I, I was wrong...... the man regained some strength, looked up at Shen Fanyin, his cloudy eyes were full of pleading and fear, "Fan, Fanyin, I beg you...... Stop fighting, don't hit me......"

"When、It was that back then、That woman hooked. Lead me ...... I, I ......"

He is still shirking his responsibilities, even pushing his wife out.

Shen Fanyin glanced at the closed bedroom door, knowing that the woman must be hiding behind the door.

They both chose to betray each other.

Looking at this four-walled home and listening to the child's cry, Shen Fanyin was suddenly relieved.

Zeng Wanwan was miserable and almost lost her life.

But in the past three years, she has no worries about food and clothing, and she has been taken care of by her father and older sisters.

A moment of pain is much better than the days of cutting flesh with a blunt knife like this.

Her clenched fist slowly unleashed.

Facing the man's desperate and frightened eyes, she slowly spoke: "Miao Kun, I thank you for your grace not to marry on behalf of Sister Wanwan." ”

Her voice was extraordinarily calm.

Looking up at Jing Zeheng, her eyes were still red, but her smile was relaxed and calm.

"Brother, stop fighting, you can't do it if you dirty your hands for this scumbag." She whispered, "Let's go home." ”

"Okay."

Jing Zeheng responded and let go of his hand directly, and Miao Kun slapped it on the ground and choked on a mouthful of ash.

Bringing the child over is just to make her angry, and she will do whatever she wants.

Jing Zeheng took out his wallet, took out a thin wad of cash and threw it on Miao Kun, and spit out three words indifferently: "Medical expenses." ”

Seeing the money, Miao Kun's eyes lit up instantly, he hurriedly got up from the ground, picked up the thousand eight hundred yuan, and even showed a grateful smile to Jing Zeheng.

Shen Fanyin frowned, and was about to speak, but met Jing Zeheng's meaningful eyes.

He motioned for her not to speak, and took her in his arms and led her away.

It wasn't until he returned to the car that Shen Fanyin asked, "What do you want to do with the money?" and do not owe him. ”

"Don't worry, look." Jing Zeheng wiped his fingers with a disinfectant tissue and raised his chin out of the window.

In the night, Miao Kun stumbled out of the door, his thin cotton clothes still stained with blood.

Under the street lamp, his eyes lit up, and he didn't feel the pain of being beaten at all.

"What's wrong with him?" Shen Fanyin asked with a slight frown.

Jing Zeheng chuckled, waited for Miao Kun to go a little farther before starting the car, and quietly followed.

The place where Miao Kun went was not far from his house, in the next building.

Jing Zeheng parked the car in front of the door of the building where he entered, pointed to a few windows blocked by quilts and said, "This is a casino, and the way he is now is due to the losing table." He owed a loan shark some time ago, and he sold the house to pay it back. ”

A cold glint crossed his eyes, and he said lightly: "If you don't give him money, how dare he come again?" ”

Shen Fanyin looked at the tightly blocked windows, feeling that they were like fierce beasts dormant in the dark night, opening their bloody mouths at any time and devouring people with no bottom line.

She turned her head to look at Jing Zeheng, and suddenly felt that her cousin was not at all the gentle appearance she saw.

Miao Kun may have a chance to climb out of hell and start a new life.

But Jing Zeheng only used a thousand yuan to kick him back again.

Looking at the child's complicated eyes, Jing Zeheng's hand holding the steering wheel tightened.

He was also angry, and he shouldn't have let her know about it.

In just a few seconds, he had already thought of his words, and asked in a relaxed manner: "Sanskrit, what do you want?" ”

Shen Fanyin came back to his senses and glanced out the car window again.

"I want to wish him a long life and never die," she said. ”

He must not die, his tragic retribution, she has not seen enough.

She won't hate him anymore, but his retribution can't stop.

She turned her head and smiled.

"Brother, thank you."

She whispered.

Jing Zeheng breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, the child did not have the disease of the Virgin, otherwise he would have been complained by her for this.

He rubbed her head and said, "Let's go home." ”

She just wanted to nod, but her nose suddenly sour-