PFC Chapter 112
Chapter 112
He Fengcui snorted coldly, "Does he have the guts to run? If he dares to run, I'll break his legs."
In the dark and narrow room.
After hearing their conversation, Xiaobao curled up in the corner and shivered, his arms clasped around his chest. He buried his little face between his knees. His thin and desolate figure was particularly distressing.
As expected, those two bad guys outside are not so easy to fool. I don’t know what’s going on with grandpa. Can he handle it?
Squeak.
The door suddenly opened, and He Fengcui came to Xiaobao, squatted down, and smiled at him strangely, "Little bastard, that Mrs. Fu seems to like you very much. Tell mom, did she give you anything valuable when you left?"
Ruan Zheng's love for Xiaobao was not fake at all, it came from the heart, so He Fengcui believed that she had given Xiaobao something valuable.
Xiaobao is also very smart. He nodded obediently when he heard her words. His innocent little look shows that he is very naive about the world.
He Fengcui didn't expect him to be so tactful. She grinned, revealing her big yellow teeth, and chuckled, "I didn't expect a little bastard like you to be so tactful after going out. Here, let mom see what good things she has given you."
The wife of the richest man in Jinghai, I’m afraid the things she gave to Xiaobao must be priceless.
Xiaobao met her greedy and grinning face and reached into his trouser pocket with his little hand.
After a while, a sparkling diamond necklace appeared in front of He Fengcui.
Her pupils dilated in surprise, and she reached out to grab it. "Oh my god, such a big diamond, it must be worth millions, right?"
Seeing that she liked the jewelry so much, Xiaobao continued to search with his little hands. Soon he took out earrings, rings, bracelets, jewelry, and other valuable jewelry, which made He Fengcui's eyes sparkle.
"I never thought you, a little bastard, had so many goodies hidden in your pocket. If I had known, I should have given you a bath."
After saying that, he went to search Xiaobao's pockets again, his ferocious face full of greed, "Anything else, little bastard? Let me see."
Bang, bang, bang.
The piercing and crisp sound made a crisp sound as the jewellery fell to the ground, and He Fengcui looked at the dazzling jewellery on the ground and laughed crazily.
After counting carefully, she saw that Xiaobao had stolen more than ten, and she laughed wildly.
Why are we sure that Xiaobao stole it back? Because the quantity exceeds the scope of giving away.
Seeing her happy, Xiaobao picked up a stone from the ground with trembling hands and wrote: [Don't hit me.]
He Fengcui tilted her head to read the words and snorted coldly, "Okay, this time, since you stole so many jewelry, Mom won't beat you. But you are not allowed to tell Dad about this, okay? Otherwise, I will twist your ears."
Xiaobao nodded very tactfully. Seeing that he was quite sensible, He Fengcui picked up the jewelry on the ground and hid it. She was so happy that she hummed a little tune.
When Xiaobao saw her finally leave, his tense heart finally relaxed, but he soon looked out at the dark night and pouted.
I hope my sister can understand that she is sending a distress signal by deliberately stealing the jewelry.
In a dilapidated mud house.
When Mr. Zhao heard the stealthy footsteps outside, he pretended to be asleep.
The door creaked open as expected, followed by Ayong's deliberately lowered voice, "Dad, Dad."
He called out twice, and when he saw that the old man was sleeping soundly, he left with a twitch on his lips.
If he were to tell her the truth, He Cuifeng was just too suspicious and troublesome. Look, the old man was perfectly still in this shabby house, and she was still calling the police or asking for help. Did she have the ability to do that? She'd probably be too tired to wait for death.
But he never dreamed that as soon as he left, Mr. Zhao took advantage of the thick night to leave the village...
Water County Bay.
When Fu Yanshen came out of the study, Gu Mengxi was furious downstairs. Her face was ferocious, her eyes were bloodshot, and her voice was sharp.
The living room was filled with cries for mercy and painful sounds.
He hurried down and saw a row of servants kneeling on the ground. He frowned and asked, "What's going on?"
"Brother, you came at the right time. These lowly servants stole all the jewelry that you, my parents and I gave me. Brother, you have to stand up for me."