He Lian leaned back in his chair again, his eyes falling on Jiang Jianing's body.

Jiang Jianing's stubborn face reminded him of that time.

Because of his mother's intermittent mental disorder, he often had some beaten wounds on his body.

Those wounds, even in beautiful dresses, have no way to cover them.

That time, on a street corner, he was pushed to the ground by several strong boys, two of whom commanded him to lift his skirt and pick up his pants.

He screamed and struggled.

But his own body is thin and weak, and there are many people on the other side, he can't resist it at all.

All around was an unbridled laugh.

"I thought you didn't have that."

"Pretending to be a woman."

"Waste Lao Tzu's interest."

"Cripple him for me."

After punching and kicking, suddenly a voice came from the corner of the street.

"The police are coming!"

As soon as these boys heard this, they saw that there were indeed uniformed traffic policemen over there, so they hurriedly ran away towards the entrance of the alley.

The little girl ran to him and helped him as he lay on the ground.

"Little sister, you ......"

She suddenly covered her mouth and shook her head to correct herself, "Little brother."

She wiped the blood from the corner of He Lian's mouth with a tissue, and folded her hands to apologize to him, "I admitted my mistake last time, I also thought you were a young lady, I'm sorry."

He Lian straightened up, his face was bloody, and even his underwear was ripped off, and he threw it dirty in the corner.

He Lian remembered her.

Her smile was too bright, too bright, so that his dark heart had nowhere to hide.

Later, he inquired about her and paid attention to him.

He learned her name, Jia Ning.

At that time, the immature and bright little face coincided with the face in front of him.

He Lian's inquiring and probing eyes made Jiang Jianing feel very uncomfortable.

It seems that her every move, in He Lian's eyes, can be easily seen through.

Seeing through her now that she is strong and calm, and what she advocates in her heart is not to be afraid.

She still has a residual fear of him.

He Lian stood up again, "You want to go, because of what?"

Jiang Jianing gritted his teeth and did not speak.

He Lian asked, "Is it because of Xue Rin'an?"

Jiang Jianing grabbed the blanket on his body.

She didn't affirm it, she didn't deny it.

He Lian understands her.

But she didn't know He Lian.

She didn't know which sentence would stab He Lian and make him attack her.

He Lian said slowly, word by word, "But he died."

Jiang Jianing's pupils dilated violently, "Impossible!"

All the fear she had suppressed for He Lian dissipated when she heard these words.

She got out of bed and even staggered out two steps towards the door.

"Impossible! You're lying to me, aren't you?"

He Lian stopped.

He looked at Jiang Jianing, and there was expectation in her eyes.

Expecting him to tell her that it was fake, something he made up casually.

He Lian opened a few buttons on the collar of his shirt.

On the left shoulder, there is a bandage that binds and bandages.

He Lian opened the wound bandage in circles, revealing the hideous surgical wound.

Jiang Jianing avoided his eyes.

"The doctor said that if this bullet misses even the slightest bit, it will hit my heart." He Lian said, "He wants me dead."

Jiang Jianing gritted his teeth and clenched tightly, his whole back was shivering.

Because the gauze was opened, as he moved, the wound oozed blood again, staining the white shirt

on, especially obvious.

"Haven't you always been very principled, Jiang Jianing, are you sympathizing with a murderer now?"

"That's what you should be damned!" Jiang Jianing raised his head, his eyes were soaked in red bloodshots, and even the tails of his eyes were flushed.

He Lian took a step back, his back against the wall.

"Am I damned?"

He repeated, walking towards Jiang Jianing.

Every nerve in Jiang Jianing's body was tense, and He Lian's uninjured left arm reached over and stuck Jiang Jianing's neck.

"Am I damned?"

He repeated the phrase.

Jiang Jianing's face turned red because of the continuous tightening of his palm.

Another scene came to He Lian's mind.

It's just that the perpetrator has changed.

Thin and thin, he fell to the ground, and the middle-aged woman stuck his neck and nervously scolded him: "You deserve to die, you deserve to die...... Die!"

He lay on the ground, holding the middle-aged woman's arm with both hands, and spit out from his mouth with difficulty: "Mom......"

Jiang Jianing struggled hard, He Lian let go of her, she rolled from the bed to the bottom of the bed, coughing violently.

By the time she finally caught her breath, He Lian had already left the room.

Ah Sheng called the doctor to come and bandage He Lian's wound.

The doctor couldn't help frowning when he came, "You really don't want your wound to heal well, just say it if you want to scrap this arm......

"Shut up."

He Lian's voice was cold.

Rita paused.

This was the first time she had seen such a He Lian.

This look at her made her lips seem to be stained with glue, she can't open her mouth, and even the alcohol cotton ball held by the tweezers trembles and can barely hold it.

She quickly treated the wound and came out of the room.

She dialed a number.

"Elody, I was really scared to death just now, Lory's eyes looked like they were going to kill......

Elody was Lawrence Sr.'s sister, Mrs. Moran.

He Lian was seriously injured and returned to China, because he was injured by a gunshot wound and could not go to the hospital to attract people's eyes, Rita was recommended by her, so he specially treated He Lian for the gunshot wound.

Mrs. Moran said, "It's okay, don't worry, he has no ill will."

Rita: "Is that still called no malice? I can't bear this hanging ...... anyway."

Before Rita could finish, Mrs. Moran interrupted her, "How's that woman?"

"Which woman?" Rita remembers, "I'm very weak, very weak, and a little mentally ill."

Those who can stay with He Lian are estimated to be a little mentally ill.

Take Mrs. Moran, for example.

A good and elegant lady, young, sunny, or fresh, what do you want a man not to raise such a down-and-out Chinese man who studies mental illness.

After Ah Sheng sent the doctor away, he had to go back to his room.

She poured He Lian a glass of water.

"Dr. He, do you need to wipe yourself?"

"Get out."

He Lian's voice had no temperature, it was as cold as ice.

Ah Sheng turned around and walked out.

Inside the room, there was no light in the darkness.

He Lian sat on the chair.

He remembered a long, long time ago.

At that time, he knew for the first time that in fact, he could have gone to the He family and grew up in the He family, where food and clothing were worry-free, or he didn't have to follow a mentally ill mother at all.

He went to the police and asked, "Can I follow my father?"

The policeman replied, "Your mother is your guardian."

He was first introduced to the concept of guardianship.

He asked, "What if my mother dies?"