Even the dear was not satisfied, Huang Dan had no choice but to say, "Uncle, I will feel so painful...s.cOm"

This is a killer move, but it is also a very targeted move. Huang Dan is useless to use it on others. If he does not hurt, no one will really take it seriously. He just thinks it is a joke and an exaggeration, except for someone else.

Unique, just as a man is irreplaceable to him.

Sure enough, after Huang Dan finished speaking, he felt the man's body tremble violently, and as if he was stimulated, the muscles and flesh of his body suddenly became tense.

Nie Wenyuan has never seen the world and was born a smooth sailing child. At this age, he has become indifferent to the various aspects of life and has long put life and death aside. He suddenly started to cherish his life some time ago. He also considered quitting smoking and drinking after the New Year, wanting to live a few more years, so that his nephew can be with him on the road of growing up.

Nie Wenyuan didn't care about the word death and even ignored it, became numb and cold.

But I don’t know what happened, as long as I change it to my nephew, it sounds like a hammer on the top of my head and a sharp blade pricking the center of my heart inside. He stirs it up in pain and becomes convulsive and can’t breathe for a long time.

In those short seconds, Nie Wenyuan felt the fear, panic, and a strong sense of uneasiness and helplessness from the depths of his soul. These were two things he had never experienced in politics for many years. Even if it was a stab that his brother stabbed in the back, he would not panic and take it, and then turn his head and kill it twice.

Just a word, Nie Wenyuan's face was gone, his pupils were tightened, and cold sweat oozed from his forehead. The little nephew's hand was trembling, like a mental patient, a pitiful and terrible madman, desire|| Hope had long disappeared without a trace, as if it had never appeared.

Huang Shan knew that men would be afraid, but he didn't know that it was more serious than before. He pursed his lips and patted the man's back comfortably.

The wrist was scratched, Huang Dan inhaled, and the man's breath squeezed into his mouth. He raised his head to bear it. His lips and tongue were so painful that he was kissed, and his breath was in a mess.

Nie Wenyuan stepped back when his nephew was having difficulty breathing, licked off the bloody saliva mixed with the corner of his mouth, and kissed the salty tears on his face one after another, "Xiao Yu, my uncle is old and can't stand the scare. Don't say that again in the future."

The tone is gentle, but the lines are tough and unstoppable.

Huang Dan agreed.

At night, Nie Wenyuan said he wanted to go to the study to sleep, "You sleep in the bedroom, and call me uncle if you have something to do."

Huang Dan saw the man squeezed toothpaste and reminded him, "Do you still smoke before going to bed? If you smoke, brush your teeth will be white."

The absent-minded Nie Wenyuan put the toothpaste and toothbrush back to its original place.

Huang Dan's eyes fell on the man's generous back, "Uncle, I want to make love with you, but I have to wait a little longer, it's not time yet."

Nie Wenyuan's breathing sank, "You are an adult."

Huang Dan nodded, "I'm afraid of pain, I'll tell you when I'm ready."

Nie Wenyuan looked at his nephew. He spoke seriously and his expression was also true. He was not joking, "Okay."

At around ten o'clock, Nie Wenyuan was sitting on a chair and smoking. The door of the study was open. He didn't close. When his little nephew came, he stood at the door, wearing the pajamas he asked someone to bring back from City G. His face was white and shining. It made people sigh that it was so good to be young.

Nie Wenyuan didn't get up, his eyelids were half closed, and he sat behind the desk and sucked the clouds and mist.

His little nephew didn't come in, so he left the sentence "Smoke less, good night, uncle," and turned around and left. He took the door with him considerately when he left.

Huang Dan went back to the bedroom and didn't sleep directly. He sat on the bedside reading a book, waiting for the points bag to fall. Unfortunately, he didn't wait until midnight, so the frequency of the drop was difficult to grasp.

There was a shadow under the crack in the door. Huang Dan didn't get off the bed. He sat cross-legged at the end of the bed, facing the door.

It took about half an hour before the shadow under the crack in the door disappeared.

Huang Dan went to open the door, bent down and picked up a cigarette butt on the ground. When he was about to go back to the house, his hand was caught. His eyelids twitched, and he turned to look at the man, "Didn't you leave?"

Nie Wenyuan's body smelled very strong. He smoked at least three cigarettes. His voice was hoarse, "Uncle thought about it, so he should go to Xiaoyu."

Yellow List, “…”

Nie Wen went away and rinsed his mouth and lay beside his nephew. He turned off the light on the bedside table in silence, and walked over his back to sleep.

The two of them didn't even have a good night kiss. They were still far apart in the middle, and they could accommodate two people lying side by side, and all the heat in the quilt ran out.

Huang Dan endured it and pulled the quilt upwards. He felt that there was not much heating left in the quilt. "Uncle, come to sleep."

Nie Wenyuan lay on the edge of the bed, not covering the quilt, pointing at the cold night to dispel the anger in his body, he also opened most of the window, and the cold wind was blowing towards him. When he heard the voice of his little nephew, he did not respond, and his breathing was as stable as if he was asleep.

"Forget it, I'll go to the study to sleep."

As soon as Huang Dan finished speaking, the man turned around, pulled him into his arms, pressed his chin against his hair, and "Sleep."

Huang Dan slept in a daze at night, woke up by the "ding" sound, grabbed a point bag and continued to sleep, and had to save another point.

Nie Wenyuan originally told himself not to hug his nephew, nor to kiss him, but he broke the first one at night and even the second one in the morning. His head hurts a little, and it took two pills to relieve it.

Huang Dan saw that the man was so pitiful and miserable when he took medicine, he was like an old man who had not been asked for good things from his wife. He helped his forehead and decided to make breakfast.

Nie Wenyuan listened to the sound coming from downstairs, and quickly put away the medicine bottle and closed the drawer and went out.

The kitchen was filled with a smell of mud. Huang Dan held the spatula in one hand and the pot in the other hand, with a helpless expression, "I want to fry an egg, but the fire is on, and then the egg is..." The muddy pot was muddy.

Nie Wenyuan pulled the person aside, rolled up the sweater cuffs and brushed the pot, "You go and wash some vegetables, don't use cold water, warm water."

As soon as he cleaned the pot, he heard his nephew ask, "Uncle, how many little vegetables are there? Are ten enough?"

So Huang Dan was waved by the man and drove him out of the kitchen.

The breakfast was a bowl of shredded green vegetables and pork noodles, with a poached egg on it, and Huang Dan took a chopstick to blow on the noodles, "Uncle, when will you go to see my sister? I want to go with you."

Nie Wenyuan said, "The hospital responded that her mood was still unstable and could not communicate, and the police's confession had not been recorded yet."

Huang Dan glanced at him, "Uncle, why do you think my sister went to see Wang Ming?"

He had tried before, but Chen Xiaorou's reaction was wrong. Since it was not really in love, what was the tattoo he saw vaguely under Chen Xiaorou's collarbone? It was just Wang Ming's unilateral forced? The evil taste?

Or is he dazzled?

Seeing that the man did not respond, Huang Dankan kicked him under the ground, without any force.

Nie Wenyuan's eyes darkened. His face was calm and his breathing was steady, but his tone was filled with a warning, "Xiaoyu."

No one would know that Director Nie became hard because of his nephew's kick.

If Huang Shan hadn't heard the reputation from the man's tone, he wouldn't have known that the other party was too serious, and even the look of the desire||Wang was exposed to the air, "You haven't answered me yet."

Nie Wenyuan lowered his head and put a piece of vegetable leaf in his mouth, "The answer is with your sister."

Huang Shan asked, "What about ten thousand yuan?"

Nie Wenyuan didn't raise his eyelids, there was food in his mouth, and his voice was blurry, "Wang Ming is dead."

The implication is that this matter ends here and there is no need to investigate any further.

Huang Shan put down his chopsticks, "This has nothing to do with Wang Ming's death. Uncle, the house is secluded and the money is in your bedroom. Even if someone wants to steal it, he will not be able to escape without hesitation, let alone the location where I put the money is difficult to find."

He pursed his lips and said, "I thought about it and found that this matter could only be done by an acquaintance. It was not that Uncle Quanwu took the money, but the rest were grandma, aunt and cousin."

Nie Wenyuan also put down his chopsticks. He went to get a cigarette, dropped a piece of it at his mouth, ignoring the abnormality of his little nephew. There were too many things, so he would not go into it in depth. It would be better if he was there, "Xiaoyu, some things, my uncle doesn't want you to interfere too much."

Huang Dan leaned back a little and looked up at the man, "Uncle, I took the 10,000 yuan from Wang Ming and left it to your room and disappeared. This matter is reasonable, and I should have the right to know, what do you think?"

In fact, he doesn't care about where the money goes, what he cares about is the task. The man is obviously hiding something for someone, which may be a key clue.

Nie Wenyuan took a sip of cigarette and slowly spit out the smoke. He met his little nephew's quiet gaze, "I will give you an explanation in a while."

Huang Dan had a guess in his mind. He didn't think about it. He knew that the man would tell him the truth, "Okay."

After breakfast, Huang Dan went back with a lock on the door. He stood at the door for a while and rode his bicycle to the hospital.

Chen Xiaorou's injuries have stabilized, but she has suffered a severe psychological injury. She has broken one leg and can no longer dance and has stepped onto a bigger stage. For someone as proud as her, life is worse than death.

Before Huang Dan got close to the ward, he heard hysterical crying inside. He walked outside the door and stood and eavesdropped. He found that it was just a desperate daughter and an equally desperate mother who were complaining about the world and hating the unfair fate and having no value to the task. Then he knocked in the door and went in.

A water cup flew over, Huang Dan avoided it, and a crisp sound rang out on the door behind him, and fragments of the water cup were scattered on the ground.

Nie Youxiang's eyes were swollen and his face was haggard. Her temples were originally mixed with a little silvery white, but now they were all white. When she saw her younger son coming in, she forgot to wipe the snot and tears on her face, "Xiao Yu, do you still know how to come back, where have you died these days?"

Huang Dan's expression was too calm, and it was incompatible with the collapse and grief in the ward. He did not answer, but just said, "I understand what sister is doing."

Nie Youxiang didn't know what she remembered, but she suddenly burst into tears and smiled, "Xiao Rou, your brother is back, he goes to tell his uncle that maybe this matter will be done."

Huang Dan guessed what Nie Youxiang meant, but he still asked, "What's the matter?"

Nie Youxiang said about prosthetics, "Your uncle knows many people, so there must be a way."

Seeing that her youngest son didn't even fart, she anxiously reached out to pat her, "Xiao Yu, you're talking!"

Huang Dan's arm numb, he grabbed it with his other hand a few times, looked at Chen Xiaorou on the bed and said, "It's okay to press the prosthetic limb."

Chen Xiaorou lay down like a dead face, without reaction.

Nie Youxiang said excitedly, "With pressing the prosthesis, it's okay to walk normally, right? Are you dancing? Can you...

The word dancing stimulated Chen Xiaorou. She screamed wildly with a white face, smashing out all the things she could get, "Get out, get out--"

Huang Dan and Nie Youxiang walked out of the ward in the mess all over the ground. The screams inside lasted for a minute or two, turning into shrill crying.

Nie Youxiang couldn't help but wipe her tears, "Why is my life so hard..."

Huang Dan still looked calm, he couldn't understand, "Mom, why did sister appear in the kiln factory? I heard that Wang Ming was also there, so he was blown to death on the spot."

Nie Youxiang was in a daze for a few moments, and then woke up again, cursing in resentment, "The police said that your sister and Wang Ming were... good friends, and said that your sister went to the kiln factory to meet him. The two of them elope together. How could they make a mistake? That Wang Ming is as old as your uncle. At such an age, how could your sister fall in love with him? No, absolutely not..."

After that, she began to speak incoherently and could not believe that an outstanding daughter would fall in love with an old man who was over teenager than her.

Huang Dan moved his eyebrows, but he didn't expect Nie Youxiang to be unaware of it. In her heart, her eldest son and daughter were going to make a name for themselves, become successful, and glorify her ancestors. She has been working hard to cultivate her, thinking that she could get what she wished.

It is precisely because Nie Youxiang has given her too much hope to her daughter and is always very proud, waiting to rely on her daughter to give herself a face, so she can't accept it after suddenly coming. If she had changed to a muddy son who had fled herself, she wouldn't have looked at her eyes, and she wouldn't have felt the sky had collapsed.

"I asked your sister, she didn't say anything, she just cried and screamed. Xiaoyu, mom didn't know what to do."

Nie Youxiang grabbed the youngest son's hand and grabbed a piece of driftwood. He choked and said, "Your brother has no figure yet. Mom can't find him. Please help mom get him back. Mom begs you, Xiaoyu, mom has the only one, go find your brother quickly, I want to see him."

She instinctively felt that her eldest son was her backbone, and that only with her eldest son could she feel at ease.
To be continued...