Master’s a Byoukidere and Needs Pampering!

Luo Changde in the car turned his head suddenly and saw the blue body smashing over quickly, he shouted: "Qinghe——"

"Huh!"

The two cars collided with a loud noise.

The car was hit by a large truck and flew out, breaking through the guardrail, half of its body was suspended, and there was a rolling river under the bridge.

The front of the large truck was also sunken in a large area. The owner was wearing a mask. He only glanced at it, then immediately turned his head and returned along the same road.

Within ten seconds, the truck that caused the accident disappeared.

With the wind and waves, half of the smoke-bearing cars hung on the road and half hung under the bridge, shaking.

In the car, Luo Changde's face was bloody, and the window glass was all shattered. He stretched out his **** hand: "Cyan..." There was blood dripping from the corner of his eye, and he was calling for help from people outside, "Cyan, he."

Luo Qinghe stood still on the spot, his hand holding the phone tightened, his fingertips turning blue.

The hand sticking out from the car window dropped weakly. His head was slumped, his face was mixed with blood, and his mouth opened and closed: "Help...help me."

Luo Qinghe moved his feet slowly.

"Dad," she said when she walked to the bridge, choked with the sound of wind and waves, "good to go."

After speaking, she turned around.

"Green, and."

"Qinghe, help..."

He was panting, crying for help.

Luo Qinghe paused, her clasped hands trembling, but she did not look back. She walked very slowly and slowly. She never looked back, getting further and further away from the car that had leaked gasoline.

The crumbling car shook abruptly.

Suddenly, both hands supported the body.

"Listen clearly?"

Who is speaking?

It was a girl's voice, low and cold: "She makes it easy for you to go."

Luo Changde raised his head laboriously and looked out of the car window, his eyes smeared with blood. He only saw a vague outline. The man was black and blended with the night. She arched her waist and held the suspended car bottom with both hands.

Without seeing her face, she wore a mask.

Luo Changde stretched out his hand to her: "Save, save me."

She lifted her face, wearing glasses, and her voice did not make any waves. She repeated the words just now: "She makes it easy for you to go."

Luo Changde suddenly leaned toward the window, intending to grab her clothes, but only touched her mask, and her face was exposed when she pulled it.

Zhou Xufang tilted his head subconsciously.

"you you……"

When he opened his mouth, blood poured out of his throat.

Zhou Xufang still turned her face sideways, and the street lamp hit her half of her face, clearly defined: "You have seen my face."

Professional runner Z has never exposed his looks.

She said, "Good to go."

The end sound fell, she let go, the body shook twice, and fell into the river.

"Boom!"

Water splashed, and the black car body was instantly submerged into deep water.

Luo Yinghe only returned home at eleven o'clock in the evening. She had just returned from the bar, still wearing a sequined coat. When she passed by Luo Changde's room, she heard the sound of ping-pong-pong inside.

The door was unlocked, she pushed it open and glanced in.

The room was in chaos, and Luo Qinghe hurriedly searched for something.

Luo Yinghe asked: "What are you looking for?"

She didn't look up: "Get out."

Luo Yinghe stood still, and replied: "This is not your room."

Luo Qinghe touched a cup on the head of the bed and slammed it directly at the door.

"Huh—"

The cup was torn apart and splashed on Luo Yinghe's feet. She was shocked, and she heard Luo Qinghe yelling at her: "Get out!"

Luo Yinghe glanced at her ankle. Two bloodstains were scraped from the glass slag, and she was immediately on fire. She courageously cursed back: "You are sick!"

After scolding, she slammed the door and left.

Xu Yunci heard the voice and came over and asked, "What happened to Qinghe?"

Luo Yinghe turned her head and rolled her eyes towards the door: "She is sick!"

Xu Yunci scolded her for talking nonsense, and she was about to go to the room, but Luo Yinghe stopped her: "What are you going to do, look for scolding."

Xu Yunci was not at ease: "Your sister she—"

"She is very sick!"

Luo Ying and Xu Yunci pulled up and left.

The study room downstairs.

"Ring Ling Ling..."

The bell on the desk rang.

Luo Huaiyu answered the phone.

It was a strange number, a strange voice: "Is it Mr. Luo Huaiyu?"

"I'm."

The other party said that he was the traffic brigade: "There was a car accident at No.215 Zhangjiang Road. The vehicle crashed into the river. The owner is your son, Luo Changde."

Luo Huaiyu was taken aback.

"Boom."

The crutch in his hand fell to the ground.

On the other side of the phone, the people from the traffic brigade explained the situation in detail. Luo Huaiyu did not speak from beginning to end. After hanging up the phone, he staggered to the door without using a cane: "Go and call Qinghe."

After a while, Luo Qinghe came and knocked on the door.

Luo Huaiyu said, "Close the door."

She closed the door and stepped forward: "Grandpa, you call me."

Luo Huaiyu stood up from the sofa propped up, raised his hand, and slapped her severely.

She was staggered by a slap, her face flushed and swollen quickly, and there was blood in the corners of her mouth.

Luo Huaiyu pointed at her, his hands were shaking with anger, his eyes were scarlet: "That's your father, the biological father who gave birth to you and raised you!"

She wiped the blood from the corners of her mouth: "The biological father who gave birth to me and raised me," she clenched her hand and looked up, "Then why doesn't he let me go."

"brute!"

Luo Huaiyu picked up the crutches, flushed with anger, and drew it on her leg.

She shook her body twice, knelt on the ground, gritted her teeth, and said nothing.

"Home, door, no, luck."

One meal and one crutches.

Repeated four times, one after the other is heavier.

Luo Huaiyu is very old and has no strength. With crutches in both hands, his voice is old, and he shouted, "Unfortunate at home!"

Luo Qinghe knelt, his eyes red and said nothing.

Afterwards, the Luo family turned on their backs.

Luo Huaiyu was sick and had a heart attack. When Luo Qinghe came out of the study, it was late at night, her legs were numb, and she was staggering.

As soon as I arrived at the stairs, the phone rang.

She took it.

"Little Luo."

It was the person she sent out. The message came and said: "The place where the recording is stored is found, but it can't be opened. You can only enter the password three times."

As long as you get that recording, it's all over.

Luo Qinghe leaned on the wall and said numbly and stiffly: "770819."

After the other party tried, he said: "No."

"963245."

"No."

These two passwords are commonly used by Luo Changde, and she was stolen early in the morning.

It's not actually.

She was silent for a long time: "92..." The voice trembled and choked, and she said the last one, "921105."

Ten seconds later--

"opened."

opened……

Her eyelids drooped: "Destroy things."

"Yes."

921105.

It's her birthday.

She hung up the phone, her legs were weak, and she sat on the ground, loosened her tightly clenched hands, her palms were covered with blood from her nails, she smiled and said to herself: "Why are you forcing me?"

"Why do you want to force me..."

"Huh!"

She smashed the phone and burst into tears.