Chapter 702
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I am stunned to see Leng God, the body is not controlled shaking.
So, is she really my mom, right?
She was dragged to death by people. The two security guards were also men. I'm sorry to drag her hard.
Under the stalemate, she sat on the floor and held a corner of the sofa still. The security guards had no choice but to take responsibility if something happened with tough means.
See, uncle urgent, roar, "in addition to my responsibility, get her away."
The man was in a hurry and immediately ran up to the second floor.
Her hand is very black directly, and her strength is very strong. She tugged my wrist and pulled me hard. I reeled and almost fell.
Uncle also followed, no longer reserved just now, pulled her hair to pull her away, turned and stopped me behind, broad back almost against my chest, blocking my strength to rush to the countryside, only to hear the woman scream, uncle let go, he still went downstairs.
The woman turned on the floor, got up, pointed at me and yelled, "daughter, I've come to you. You treat me like this. I'm your mother."
I've been at a loss for a long time, so I'm really at a loss.
What if she's my mother? What if she's not? Is it my fault to throw me away?
I shook my head in panic, tears streaming down, "I, I don't know you."
The woman left, but her voice didn't stop. It seemed that she had gone deep into the bone marrow and was directly branded in my body.
Uncle came over to hold me and persuaded me for a long time, but in my mind there was only the voice of the woman questioning.
When I came here, I had a kind of reluctant mood, as if I miss that crazy woman, even if she is false, I am willing to.
A child without father and mother grew up in a welfare home and was sold later. I really hope to have a mother after suffering a lot, but I didn't expect that my mother is such a person.
But in order to help my father gamble, she even sent me away, not for my good.
Has she ever thought that even if I'm willing to be sold, I don't want to be given away?
Anyway, I'm worthy of living, and I won't blame myself for her mistakes all my life.
It seems that birth is a disaster with many people.
I am not reconciled to cry all the way, sitting beside uncle did not feel half dead warm.
When I got there, the car stopped. I didn't want to go down. How about going? Is it another cage? I'm really going to crash!
I cried and asked Uncle, "uncle, can you let me go, call me, OK?"
He shook his head helplessly and gently wiped away the tears on my face. After a long time, he said, "it's more dangerous if you go out..."
If what?
I'm waiting for his next words, but I haven't heard him say it for a long time.
After a long time, he pushed the door open and said, "come on, go and see our new place."
I screamed at him in the car, "uncle, what did you want to say just now? If anything, would you let me go? I'm actually very important."
He stood silent at the door handle, frowning away.
Under each other's stalemate, he didn't go or come in, and I sat still stubbornly.
DuGe came back to persuade me, "go down, please discuss something."
I choked, "dugo, don't you understand? It's sad to be controlled like this. I'm not a toy
DuGe is helpless. No one can help me with this. The power of life and death is in uncle's hands.
But even so, I still didn't get half a word from my uncle.
It seemed that he would torture me to death, and he would not let me go.
I didn't follow him upstairs after all.
It's a similar apartment, but it's more crowded and bustling. It's like downtown.
Uncle took my hand and walked inside. He seemed to forget all the things just now. He introduced the situation to me as if nothing had happened. He pointed to the tall building in the distance and told me, "behind that tall building is my company building. If you want me, you can walk directly and pass through this side." He pointed to a long avenue in front of him and told me, "this is the backyard of the apartment community. The gate is always closed. I need a gate card. I'll give it to you later. It's very quiet here. You can walk out if you are upset. There are two kindergartens here, which are the most expensive places in the city."
I'm not in the mood to listen. He's serious.
My brain is very confused, just now the matter with my head down, repeatedly in my brain.
Waiting for the elevator in front of my apartment building, I suddenly thought of the picture my uncle saw at that time. My uncle's expression at that time was really strange. Do I look like a child in the picture?
Some people, even when they grow up, can still see the similarities, especially my nose with an exotic style.
I asked him, "uncle, is that me in the picture? Is there a mole on the forehead? "I lifted the broken hair in front of my forehead and showed it to him. I opened my eyes and looked at his expression carefully.
I'm worried that if he lies and refuses to let me go, will he also stop me from recognizing my family.
Although I am extremely exclusive of such a mother, if she is really my mother, it means that I am not alone. At least I can live like many ordinary families, right?
I wish I could be normal and have everything I should have at my age. Even if I don't get all that well, at least I do.
But I still can't get any response from my uncle. Does he even refuse to lie?
I was in a hurry. I cried and begged him.
Uncle only heartache to see me, gently floor in my arms, no matter how I pray are indifferent.
He is so cruel. He hurt me like a knife. Now he tortures me like poison and controls me.
I bit him on the neck.
He ate pain, only dull hum, at this moment said, "photos can be synthesized, and I only looked at one eye, did not see where the same, in addition, that woman should be a little crazy, do not take it seriously, now you have to worry about is you live here is not a habit, do not make, OK?"
Said I make, where I make, I am now very good, I am very rational.
No matter what I do, I'm making trouble in my uncle's eyes?
I let go of him and hit him on the chest with a hard fist. The voice was dull and loud, but such strength could not hurt him at all.
He just frowned, took my hand and sighed, "let's go. Let's talk at home."
In addition, in addition, the simple two words will always try for me, no matter when I will use these two words perfunctory.
Upstairs, I shut myself in my room and didn't want to see anyone again.
He knocked on the door several times, but I didn't answer. At night, he brought it. If he opened the door, he turned on the light at the door.
Room light up, my eyes tingle slightly narrowed eyes, two lines of tears on the flow down.
He put down some things on the bedside table and sat down. The bed also moved twice. As the breath approached, his voice came from behind me. It seemed to be the dull drum in the distance. "Xiaoyou, that's not your mother. You have to believe me, OK?"
I don't believe it. I don't believe in him any more since he's been imprisoning me.
He pointed tenderly and gently across my forehead, kneaded the mole on my forehead, and continued, "that photo must be synthetic, and you also heard what she said. The rest of you gave it away soon, where will you have time to take photos for you. You are thinking, how can she suddenly come to your home to meet you? It's all arranged by others in advance, you know? "
Of course, I know that his wife Wang Xin arranged all this. Of course, I know that even if the woman is not my mother, isn't he responsible for the injury?
I said, "uncle, you'd better go home, or I don't know if another person who said it was my father would come here to find me. I can't afford it."
He froze for a moment, gently inhaled, "Xiao you, I'm sorry, I'm trying my best, but I didn't expect..."
I interrupted him. Is it useful to apologize? If it is, there will be no harm in the world. I said, "uncle, I'm just your mistress. It's dispensable. Mine is not important. Let me go, or I'll jump from here."
In the stalemate, he breathed and told me, "even if you jump down, I won't let you go."
Uncle left. I didn't see him for several days after he left this time. On the contrary, it made me feel comfortable.
Just didn't expect that, four days later, my father came.
He lost a lot of weight. He didn't do rough work with his fingers for a long time. Now he's white and fat. His bones and joints are clear. His skin is much better. He's just cuddled with a dog on his back. His big suit doesn't fit well.
When he came, he was very quiet. He just sat on the bench in the yard of the community and looked at me from a distance. If I hadn't taken the initiative to walk over, he would not have any superfluous behavior.
Seeing me sitting down, he sighed first, and then said softly, "I heard that you live nearby and are waiting here. I didn't expect that I would wait here."
I sneer, he knows that I live in this community, don't you know where I live, just don't know he didn't go to me directly, what's the idea in his mind?
I have no sympathy for him. On the contrary, I only hate him. I said, "what are you doing here? Do you want money? I don't have money. Do you want me to be your daughter-in-law? I won't go back with you and I can't go. No matter how you come out, it won't end like this. You'd better leave early, or I'll call the police and continue to ask people to arrest you and sentence you. You can't escape. "
I don't know how much the threat will do to him. At least I have enough confidence to speak. I'm not afraid of him any more.
I used to tremble when I saw him drinking. When I heard him calling my name drunk, my sole of foot seemed to be stung by a nail. I stood still on the ground and tried to hide all the tools he wanted to hit me. But I still couldn't avoid his beating. Everything he could hold was called to me. I didn't know why I was so resistant to beating at that time.I still shudder when I think of it.
After he didn't drink, his face improved a lot, and his eyes became clear, but his eyes were still not so clear. I knew that he still regarded me as his private property. He thought that when he bought me, he would be his person all his life. Even if he couldn't be his wife, he would be his daughter.
It's ridiculous!
I sniffed and gave him a white eye, "don't you go yet? If you don't, I'll shout, saying you abduct and sell women."
He was so worried that he began to laugh and showed his yellow teeth. His voice was very low. He seemed to know how harmful it would be to him if I really yelled. Seeing him like this, I was not afraid any more.
"What are you laughing at? If you don't leave, I'll shout. Anyway, you are the one who has done the wrong thing, and you are also the one who breaks the law. Even if someone helps you, you can't help you for a lifetime. Sooner or later, you will have to pay the price. Unless I die, I'll fight with you to the end. You don't want to come to me again. If you hear me, go now."
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I am stunned to see Leng God, the body is not controlled shaking.
So, is she really my mom, right?
She was dragged to death by people. The two security guards were also men. I'm sorry to drag her hard.
Under the stalemate, she sat on the floor and held a corner of the sofa still. The security guards had no choice but to take responsibility if something happened with tough means.
See, uncle urgent, roar, "in addition to my responsibility, get her away."
The man was in a hurry and immediately ran up to the second floor.
Her hand is very black directly, and her strength is very strong. She tugged my wrist and pulled me hard. I reeled and almost fell.
Uncle also followed, no longer reserved just now, pulled her hair to pull her away, turned and stopped me behind, broad back almost against my chest, blocking my strength to rush to the countryside, only to hear the woman scream, uncle let go, he still went downstairs.
The woman turned on the floor, got up, pointed at me and yelled, "daughter, I've come to you. You treat me like this. I'm your mother."
I've been at a loss for a long time, so I'm really at a loss.
What if she's my mother? What if she's not? Is it my fault to throw me away?
I shook my head in panic, tears streaming down, "I, I don't know you."
The woman left, but her voice didn't stop. It seemed that she had gone deep into the bone marrow and was directly branded in my body.
Uncle came over to hold me and persuaded me for a long time, but in my mind there was only the voice of the woman questioning.
When I came here, I had a kind of reluctant mood, as if I miss that crazy woman, even if she is false, I am willing to.
A child without father and mother grew up in a welfare home and was sold later. I really hope to have a mother after suffering a lot, but I didn't expect that my mother is such a person.
But in order to help my father gamble, she even sent me away, not for my good.
Has she ever thought that even if I'm willing to be sold, I don't want to be given away?
Anyway, I'm worthy of living, and I won't blame myself for her mistakes all my life.
It seems that birth is a disaster with many people.
I am not reconciled to cry all the way, sitting beside uncle did not feel half dead warm.
When I got there, the car stopped. I didn't want to go down. How about going? Is it another cage? I'm really going to crash!
I cried and asked Uncle, "uncle, can you let me go, call me, OK?"
He shook his head helplessly and gently wiped away the tears on my face. After a long time, he said, "it's more dangerous if you go out..."
If what?
I'm waiting for his next words, but I haven't heard him say it for a long time.
After a long time, he pushed the door open and said, "come on, go and see our new place."
I screamed at him in the car, "uncle, what did you want to say just now? If anything, would you let me go? I'm actually very important."
He stood silent at the door handle, frowning away.
Under each other's stalemate, he didn't go or come in, and I sat still stubbornly.
DuGe came back to persuade me, "go down, please discuss something."
I choked, "dugo, don't you understand? It's sad to be controlled like this. I'm not a toy
DuGe is helpless. No one can help me with this. The power of life and death is in uncle's hands.
But even so, I still didn't get half a word from my uncle.
It seemed that he would torture me to death, and he would not let me go.
I didn't follow him upstairs after all.
It's a similar apartment, but it's more crowded and bustling. It's like downtown.
Uncle took my hand and walked inside. He seemed to forget all the things just now. He introduced the situation to me as if nothing had happened. He pointed to the tall building in the distance and told me, "behind that tall building is my company building. If you want me, you can walk directly and pass through this side." He pointed to a long avenue in front of him and told me, "this is the backyard of the apartment community. The gate is always closed. I need a gate card. I'll give it to you later. It's very quiet here. You can walk out if you are upset. There are two kindergartens here, which are the most expensive places in the city."
I'm not in the mood to listen. He's serious.
My brain is very confused, just now the matter with my head down, repeatedly in my brain.
Waiting for the elevator in front of my apartment building, I suddenly thought of the picture my uncle saw at that time. My uncle's expression at that time was really strange. Do I look like a child in the picture?
Some people, even when they grow up, can still see the similarities, especially my nose with an exotic style.
I asked him, "uncle, is that me in the picture? Is there a mole on the forehead? "I lifted the broken hair in front of my forehead and showed it to him. I opened my eyes and looked at his expression carefully.
I'm worried that if he lies and refuses to let me go, will he also stop me from recognizing my family.
Although I am extremely exclusive of such a mother, if she is really my mother, it means that I am not alone. At least I can live like many ordinary families, right?
I wish I could be normal and have everything I should have at my age. Even if I don't get all that well, at least I do.
But I still can't get any response from my uncle. Does he even refuse to lie?
I was in a hurry. I cried and begged him.
Uncle only heartache to see me, gently floor in my arms, no matter how I pray are indifferent.
He is so cruel. He hurt me like a knife. Now he tortures me like poison and controls me.
I bit him on the neck.
He ate pain, only dull hum, at this moment said, "photos can be synthesized, and I only looked at one eye, did not see where the same, in addition, that woman should be a little crazy, do not take it seriously, now you have to worry about is you live here is not a habit, do not make, OK?"
Said I make, where I make, I am now very good, I am very rational.
No matter what I do, I'm making trouble in my uncle's eyes?
I let go of him and hit him on the chest with a hard fist. The voice was dull and loud, but such strength could not hurt him at all.
He just frowned, took my hand and sighed, "let's go. Let's talk at home."
In addition, in addition, the simple two words will always try for me, no matter when I will use these two words perfunctory.
Upstairs, I shut myself in my room and didn't want to see anyone again.
He knocked on the door several times, but I didn't answer. At night, he brought it. If he opened the door, he turned on the light at the door.
Room light up, my eyes tingle slightly narrowed eyes, two lines of tears on the flow down.
He put down some things on the bedside table and sat down. The bed also moved twice. As the breath approached, his voice came from behind me. It seemed to be the dull drum in the distance. "Xiaoyou, that's not your mother. You have to believe me, OK?"
I don't believe it. I don't believe in him any more since he's been imprisoning me.
He pointed tenderly and gently across my forehead, kneaded the mole on my forehead, and continued, "that photo must be synthetic, and you also heard what she said. The rest of you gave it away soon, where will you have time to take photos for you. You are thinking, how can she suddenly come to your home to meet you? It's all arranged by others in advance, you know? "
Of course, I know that his wife Wang Xin arranged all this. Of course, I know that even if the woman is not my mother, isn't he responsible for the injury?
I said, "uncle, you'd better go home, or I don't know if another person who said it was my father would come here to find me. I can't afford it."
He froze for a moment, gently inhaled, "Xiao you, I'm sorry, I'm trying my best, but I didn't expect..."
I interrupted him. Is it useful to apologize? If it is, there will be no harm in the world. I said, "uncle, I'm just your mistress. It's dispensable. Mine is not important. Let me go, or I'll jump from here."
In the stalemate, he breathed and told me, "even if you jump down, I won't let you go."
Uncle left. I didn't see him for several days after he left this time. On the contrary, it made me feel comfortable.
Just didn't expect that, four days later, my father came.
He lost a lot of weight. He didn't do rough work with his fingers for a long time. Now he's white and fat. His bones and joints are clear. His skin is much better. He's just cuddled with a dog on his back. His big suit doesn't fit well.
When he came, he was very quiet. He just sat on the bench in the yard of the community and looked at me from a distance. If I hadn't taken the initiative to walk over, he would not have any superfluous behavior.
Seeing me sitting down, he sighed first, and then said softly, "I heard that you live nearby and are waiting here. I didn't expect that I would wait here."
I sneer, he knows that I live in this community, don't you know where I live, just don't know he didn't go to me directly, what's the idea in his mind?
I have no sympathy for him. On the contrary, I only hate him. I said, "what are you doing here? Do you want money? I don't have money. Do you want me to be your daughter-in-law? I won't go back with you and I can't go. No matter how you come out, it won't end like this. You'd better leave early, or I'll call the police and continue to ask people to arrest you and sentence you. You can't escape. "
I don't know how much the threat will do to him. At least I have enough confidence to speak. I'm not afraid of him any more.
I used to tremble when I saw him drinking. When I heard him calling my name drunk, my sole of foot seemed to be stung by a nail. I stood still on the ground and tried to hide all the tools he wanted to hit me. But I still couldn't avoid his beating. Everything he could hold was called to me. I didn't know why I was so resistant to beating at that time.I still shudder when I think of it.
After he didn't drink, his face improved a lot, and his eyes became clear, but his eyes were still not so clear. I knew that he still regarded me as his private property. He thought that when he bought me, he would be his person all his life. Even if he couldn't be his wife, he would be his daughter.
It's ridiculous!
I sniffed and gave him a white eye, "don't you go yet? If you don't, I'll shout, saying you abduct and sell women."
He was so worried that he began to laugh and showed his yellow teeth. His voice was very low. He seemed to know how harmful it would be to him if I really yelled. Seeing him like this, I was not afraid any more.
"What are you laughing at? If you don't leave, I'll shout. Anyway, you are the one who has done the wrong thing, and you are also the one who breaks the law. Even if someone helps you, you can't help you for a lifetime. Sooner or later, you will have to pay the price. Unless I die, I'll fight with you to the end. You don't want to come to me again. If you hear me, go now."
I am stunned to see Leng God, the body is not controlled shaking. So, is she really my mom, right? She was dragged to death by people. The two security guards were also men. I'm sorry to drag her hard. Under the stalemate, she sat on the floor and held a corner of the sofa still. The security guards had no choice but to take responsibility if something happened with tough means. See, uncle urgent, roar, "in addition to my responsibility, get her away." The man was in a hurry and immediately ran up to the second floor. Her hand is very black directly, and her strength is very strong. She tugged my wrist and pulled me hard. I reeled and almost fell. Uncle also followed, no longer reserved just now, pulled her hair to pull her away, turned and stopped me behind, broad back almost against my chest, blocking my strength to rush to the countryside, only to hear the woman scream, uncle let go, he still went downstairs. The woman turned on the floor, got up, pointed at me and yelled, "daughter, I've come to you. You treat me like this. I'm your mother." I've been at a loss for a long time, so I'm really at a loss. What if she's my mother? What if she's not? Is it my fault to throw me away? I shook my head in panic, tears streaming down, "I, I don't know you." The woman left, but her voice didn't stop. It seemed that she had gone deep into the bone marrow and was directly branded in my body. Uncle came over to hold me and persuaded me for a long time, but in my mind there was only the voice of the woman questioning. When I came here, I had a kind of reluctant mood, as if I miss that crazy woman, even if she is false, I am willing to. A child without father and mother grew up in a welfare home and was sold later. I really hope to have a mother after suffering a lot, but I didn't expect that my mother is such a person. But in order to help my father gamble, she even sent me away, not for my good. Has she ever thought that even if I'm willing to be sold, I don't want to be given away? Anyway, I'm worthy of living, and I won't blame myself for her mistakes all my life. It seems that birth is a disaster with many people. I am not reconciled to cry all the way, sitting beside uncle did not feel half dead warm. When I got there, the car stopped. I didn't want to go down. How about going? Is it another cage? I'm really going to crash! I cried and asked Uncle, "uncle, can you let me go, call me, OK?" He shook his head helplessly and gently wiped away the tears on my face. After a long time, he said, "it's more dangerous if you go out..." If what? I'm waiting for his next words, but I haven't heard him say it for a long time. After a long time, he pushed the door open and said, "come on, go and see our new place." I screamed at him in the car, "uncle, what did you want to say just now? If anything, would you let me go? I'm actually very important." He stood silent at the door handle, frowning away. Under each other's stalemate, he didn't go or come in, and I sat still stubbornly. DuGe came back to persuade me, "go down, please discuss something." I choked, "dugo, don't you understand? It's sad to be controlled like this. I'm not a toy DuGe is helpless. No one can help me with this. The power of life and death is in uncle's hands. But even so, I still didn't get half a word from my uncle. It seemed that he would torture me to death, and he would not let me go. I didn't follow him upstairs after all. It's a similar apartment, but it's more crowded and bustling. It's like downtown. Uncle took my hand and walked inside. He seemed to forget all the things just now. He introduced the situation to me as if nothing had happened. He pointed to the tall building in the distance and told me, "behind that tall building is my company building. If you want me, you can walk directly and pass through this side." He pointed to a long avenue in front of him and told me, "this is the backyard of the apartment community. The gate is always closed. I need a gate card. I'll give it to you later. It's very quiet here. You can walk out if you are upset. There are two kindergartens here, which are the most expensive places in the city." I'm not in the mood to listen. He's serious. My brain is very confused, just now the matter with my head down, repeatedly in my brain. Waiting for the elevator in front of my apartment building, I suddenly thought of the picture my uncle saw at that time. My uncle's expression at that time was really strange. Do I look like a child in the picture? Some people, even when they grow up, can still see the similarities, especially my nose with an exotic style. I asked him, "uncle, is that me in the picture? Is there a mole on the forehead? "I lifted the broken hair in front of my forehead and showed it to him. I opened my eyes and looked at his expression carefully. I'm worried that if he lies and refuses to let me go, will he also stop me from recognizing my family. Although I am extremely exclusive of such a mother, if she is really my mother, it means that I am not alone. At least I can live like many ordinary families, right? I wish I could be normal and have everything I should have at my age. Even if I don't get all that well, at least I do. But I still can't get any response from my uncle. Does he even refuse to lie? I was in a hurry. I cried and begged him. Uncle only heartache to see me, gently floor in my arms, no matter how I pray are indifferent. He is so cruel. He hurt me like a knife. Now he tortures me like poison and controls me. I bit him on the neck. He ate pain, only dull hum, at this moment said, "photos can be synthesized, and I only looked at one eye, did not see where the same, in addition, that woman should be a little crazy, do not take it seriously, now you have to worry about is you live here is not a habit, do not make, OK?" Said I make, where I make, I am now very good, I am very rational. No matter what I do, I'm making trouble in my uncle's eyes? I let go of him and hit him on the chest with a hard fist. The voice was dull and loud, but such strength could not hurt him at all. He just frowned, took my hand and sighed, "let's go. Let's talk at home." In addition, in addition, the simple two words will always try for me, no matter when I will use these two words perfunctory. Upstairs, I shut myself in my room and didn't want to see anyone again. He knocked on the door several times, but I didn't answer. At night, he brought it. If he opened the door, he turned on the light at the door. Room light up, my eyes tingle slightly narrowed eyes, two lines of tears on the flow down. He put down some things on the bedside table and sat down. The bed also moved twice. As the breath approached, his voice came from behind me. It seemed to be the dull drum in the distance. "Xiaoyou, that's not your mother. You have to believe me, OK?" I don't believe it. I don't believe in him any more since he's been imprisoning me. He pointed tenderly and gently across my forehead, kneaded the mole on my forehead, and continued, "that photo must be synthetic, and you also heard what she said. The rest of you gave it away soon, where will you have time to take photos for you. You are thinking, how can she suddenly come to your home to meet you? It's all arranged by others in advance, you know? " Of course, I know that his wife Wang Xin arranged all this. Of course, I know that even if the woman is not my mother, isn't he responsible for the injury? I said, "uncle, you'd better go home, or I don't know if another person who said it was my father would come here to find me. I can't afford it." He froze for a moment, gently inhaled, "Xiao you, I'm sorry, I'm trying my best, but I didn't expect..." I interrupted him. Is it useful to apologize? If it is, there will be no harm in the world. I said, "uncle, I'm just your mistress. It's dispensable. Mine is not important. Let me go, or I'll jump from here." In the stalemate, he breathed and told me, "even if you jump down, I won't let you go." Uncle left. I didn't see him for several days after he left this time. On the contrary, it made me feel comfortable. Just didn't expect that, four days later, my father came. He lost a lot of weight. He didn't do rough work with his fingers for a long time. Now he's white and fat. His bones and joints are clear. His skin is much better. He's just cuddled with a dog on his back. His big suit doesn't fit well. When he came, he was very quiet. He just sat on the bench in the yard of the community and looked at me from a distance. If I hadn't taken the initiative to walk over, he would not have any superfluous behavior. Seeing me sitting down, he sighed first, and then said softly, "I heard that you live nearby and are waiting here. I didn't expect that I would wait here." I sneer, he knows that I live in this community, don't you know where I live, just don't know he didn't go to me directly, what's the idea in his mind? I have no sympathy for him. On the contrary, I only hate him. I said, "what are you doing here? Do you want money? I don't have money. Do you want me to be your daughter-in-law? I won't go back with you and I can't go. No matter how you come out, it won't end like this. You'd better leave early, or I'll call the police and continue to ask people to arrest you and sentence you. You can't escape. " I don't know how much the threat will do to him. At least I have enough confidence to speak. I'm not afraid of him any more. I used to tremble when I saw him drinking. When I heard him calling my name drunk, my sole of foot seemed to be stung by a nail. I stood still on the ground and tried to hide all the tools he wanted to hit me. But I still couldn't avoid his beating. Everything he could hold was called to me. I didn't know why I was so resistant to beating at that time.I still shudder when I think of it. After he didn't drink, his face improved a lot, and his eyes became clear, but his eyes were still not so clear. I knew that he still regarded me as his private property. He thought that when he bought me, he would be his person all his life. Even if he couldn't be his wife, he would be his daughter. It's ridiculous! I sniffed and gave him a white eye, "don't you go yet? If you don't, I'll shout, saying you abduct and sell women." He was so worried that he began to laugh and showed his yellow teeth. His voice was very low. He seemed to know how harmful it would be to him if I really yelled. Seeing him like this, I was not afraid any more. "What are you laughing at? If you don't leave, I'll shout. Anyway, you are the one who has done the wrong thing, and you are also the one who breaks the law. Even if someone helps you, you can't help you for a lifetime. Sooner or later, you will have to pay the price. Unless I die, I'll fight with you to the end. You don't want to come to me again. If you hear me, go now."
