The Little Mute's Life Was Stolen, and the Wealthy Boss Comes To Spoil Him Chapter 112

Those eyes looked familiar to Tang Wan.

But Huainan and Kyoto are in the south and north, more than two thousand kilometers apart, so where did I see these eyes?

These eyes seemed to contain snow that would never melt, and a lonely mood condensed in his sight.

Tang Wan just glanced at it and then looked away.

 It's so sad.

 He looked so sad.

Like a winged bird whose partner has died, living alone in this goalless world.

Si Huai came here, it seemed, just to take a look at Tang Wan and make sure she was fine before leaving.

 Just said something in a subtle way before leaving: "She is very worried about you, but she is very busy during this time, so she can't come to see you."

Tang Wan nodded obediently.

  She knew that Grandma Si was kind to her.

“When you have time, you can come to Si's house to stay with her.”

 After saying this, Si Huai left.

Tang Wan looked at his back and felt that he was really lonely.

　　It is that kind of deathly loneliness.

Suddenly, a pair of hands pinched Tang Wan's cheeks and pulled them to both sides.

 It doesn't hurt, just a little awkward.

Lu Lin's voice came from Tang Wan's head: "Why are you still watching? You are the **** of our family."

Tang Wan nodded and made gestures with his hands.

  [Yes, yes, it's Brother Lu Lin's Zaizai. ]

“Hmph.” Lu Lin was soothed by Tang Wan's attitude. He let go of his hand, gently rubbed Tang Wan's cheek, and then said, “Okay, as long as you know he's from my family.”

 “Don't run away with others.”

Tang Wan felt that Lu Lin was overthinking safety.

 She won't run away.

 Only here in Lu Lin, it is a treasure.

 Others will not treat themselves as treasures.

 She knows the difference between good and bad.

 Time flies by, and Tang Wan's life is gradually getting back on track.

 But obviously, some people are unwilling to let her go.

Country Y.

 Sicily, Catholic Church.

 The priest leads the believers to praise **** and believe in God in the church.

The man sitting on the seat was dressed in black, with a black hat on his head, playing with a silver lighter in his hand.

The child next to him said in fluent Sicilian: "Godfather, I don't want to hear them say this."

 The man just touched the little boy's head lovingly and said, "Fuer, you are still young and don't know how good God is."

The little boy just snorted and replied nonchalantly: "Can God bring wealth?"

“Of course.” The man replied without hesitation, his eyes narrowed slightly, like a fierce wolf king, “He will bring us supreme glory.”

 “We believe in God and want to send those pagans to God.”

 “This is what we as believers should do.”

As soon as he finished speaking, a somewhat thin figure was pressed in from the door.

If Su Li were here, she would be able to recognize at a glance that she is a monkey from Huainan.

He was beaten to a bruised nose and face, his limbs were broken in many places, and they were abnormally twisted. His whole body looked like a rag, and he was dragged to the church.

Along the way, his blood was like pen and ink, drawing a red trace.

 Bright and eye-catching.

The man stretched out his fingers and tapped the handle, and asked in an even gentle manner: "What's going on?"

 “It's not good to stain my carpet.”

 The monkey could not understand a word he said, so he had to rely on the translator beside him.

 The man glanced at the monkey and asked, "Who is he?"

 After the translator finished speaking to the monkey, he looked at the monkey and kept silent. He raised his foot and kicked the monkey, and then cursed.

 “If I ask you something, say it quickly!”

The monkey was in pain. He opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of dirty blood with several of his teeth in it. There was wind in his mouth, and he said intermittently, not daring to hide anything: "That, woman, girl, ran, ran away..."

He said this with his broken hair covering his eyes.

　　also covered up his panic and hatred.

 The monkey originally wanted to run.

 In China, human trafficking is not a crime that can be overcome with just a few nice words.

What's more, they only have one or two things on their hands.

 If he is found out, he will be shot!

 So the monkey hurriedly ran away and went abroad.

However, before he could run very far, he was caught by this man's men, and he was blindfolded all the way to here.

 At first the monkey tried to run away, but as soon as he ran away, he was beaten severely.

Now that I know that I can't escape, I am honest.

Monkey wanted to say something else, but he saw the man slowly stood up and took out a weapon from his waist that would never appear in the country.

 Then he said something.

“ciao. (Italian: hello/goodbye.)”

With a "bump" sound, the bullet penetrated the monkey's head, and blood exploded, making the man's black clothes darker.

 A few drops of blood fell on his face, slowly sliding down his cheeks.

 A few drops of blood fell on the little boy's face, but he just wiped it with a frown and complained: "Blood splattered all over me, so dirty."

But the man said: "This is what we should do."

 “What a pity, it seems you are going to the East with me.”

Fur raised his eyelids slightly, and his voice was as cold as the man's: "Godfather, we can't get in at all."

“Customs will stop us.”

"Really? Then we have to find a middleman, which is a lot of money."

 The man said this, but there was no expression of distress on his face because he had to spend money.

No one cares about the dead monkey on the ground.

 He was thrown into the rough sea.

  After all, it is normal for some people to encounter shipwrecks during this period.

On the other side, Tang Wan finished today's homework, washed up, returned to bed obediently, and slowly closed his eyes.

 It's that dream again.

The woman is still busy.

 She looks slender, her hair is meticulously combed, and she is busy in the kitchen seriously.

Tang Wan struggled to get in front of the woman.

 She wanted to see the woman's face.

 This is very important to her.

However, the door suddenly rang.

 “Dong dong dong…”

The voice is urgent, as if urging.

Tang Wan saw the woman put down the kitchen utensils in her hands, wiped them casually on her apron, and was about to go to the door.

Tang Wan struggled to reach out his hand.

I want to shout - don't go!

 Don't open the door!

do not go!

 Come back quickly!

 But she couldn't make a sound!

 “Tangtang?”

 “Tangtang, wake up quickly!”

Tang Wan opened his eyes suddenly, and what he saw was Lu Yao's worried face.

She looked at Tang Wan, stretched out her hand and touched Tang Wan's head, feeling a little hot.

 “Have a little fever.”

Tang Wan's head was dizzy and she wanted to get up and go to school, but Lu Yao held her down.

 “Okay, if you're sick, take a good rest.”

“If you don't go to school once, the school won't run away.”

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