Recast youth

Chapter 141 Unconscionable
The boss was a little angry. After playing in the city for so many years, when had he ever been threatened like this? For a moment, he wanted to imitate the movie and stretched his head over, patted his neck, and said arrogantly to Kong Jingke, "You are not Want to kill me?Come on, come on and chop me, chop here, this is the aorta. Once the knife goes down, blood will come out and splash on your face. Then the moment Kong Jingke was restrained, he suddenly snatched her knife away, and then Give him a hard slap.

But these are just impulses after all.

He dare not!
The boss himself is also a person who earns money from society and loves to play. He has collected several smuggled sabers at home. They are very sharp. Because he understands, he is afraid. He knows very well what type of knife Kong Jingke is holding. .

The long and narrow tip is for easier and better penetration.

The blood tank is used for bleeding.

Generally speaking, people who play social games will not use such long knives or those with health slots. They will use relatively short spring knives because they are afraid of stabbing someone to death. And from the determined look in this woman's eyes, which leaves no room for negotiation, the boss can tell. Come out, she is a master who really dares to stab people.

Kong Jingke did dare to stab someone.

This sentence is not accurate. It should be said that Kong Jingke wanted to stab someone. She really didn't want to persist anymore, so she stared at the boss. The hand holding the knife had knuckles protruding and turning white, and she was always ready to move.

As long as the boss makes a big move that irritates her, she will stab him with a knife.

To the heart!

Kong Jingke aimed at the boss's heart.

The boss noticed Kong Jingke's murderous intention, and a chill went up his spine. He quickly shouted outside, "Open the door!"

The foreman, who was smoking with one hand and holding the doorknob with the other, was stunned when he heard the boss's voice.

Did the boss come out so soon today?
But after he opened the door, his doubts were swallowed back in his stomach. He saw Kong Jingke holding a long and narrow sharp knife, stepping back, and walking out of the office step by step.

The foreman looked at Kong Jingke's leaving figure and swallowed with fear.

Not only the foreman, but also the drunken guests who wanted to trouble Kong Jingke before saw Kong Jingke come out and wanted to go up and say a few words, but they also backed away because of the knife in Kong Jingke's hand.

Just because you're drunk doesn't mean you're stupid.

in the office.

As soon as the foreman came in and wanted to ask the boss, he saw a cup flying toward the door, almost hitting him in the face, and then landed on the wall. With a bang, the pieces fell to the floor.

The boss's face was filled with embarrassment and anger!
fuck you!

The boss's eyes were red and he was breathing heavily. He raised his head and glared at the foreman angrily: "Who the hell let you in? Get out of here. What a fucking waste. You didn't know there was a knife in that woman's bag?" ?Fuck you!”

The foreman didn't dare to reply. He lowered his head, closed the door, and went out immediately.

……

Kong Jingke walked on the street like a puppet who had lost her soul. For her own persistence and pride, she left her home in Yanjing with her mother, refused anyone's help, and left the high-ranking, helpless person. A man with a touch of humanity.

She believed that she could take good care of her mother.

But she didn't expect the reality to be so cruel. She lost her original vigor after running into walls again and again, and the dirty disgust of people made her feel that the world was so disgusting.

a year ago.

The man's cold words seemed to appear in his mind again: "What can you do if you leave this home? Without me, you can go to the best school and receive the best education, and there is no point in learning what you do. Music?"

"You won't even be able to take care of your mother!"

Now, it seems that his words have come true.

I really can't do anything.

In fact, Kong Jingke had been holding on and trying hard not to collapse. In addition to wanting to take care of his mother in the hospital, it was more to prove to the man that he could take good care of his mother without him.

Kong Jingke had always been proud, but now she found that her pride seemed meaningless and could not help her in any way. The man was right, she was just a flower in a greenhouse.

To leave him is to be a complete loser.

No good.

Kong Jingke suddenly raised his head and looked at the night sky, hehehe, and laughed foolishly. As if God was responding to her, there was a roar, the sky suddenly brightened, and then heavy rain fell.Like a waterfall.

Kong Jingke seemed unaware.

……

At the other end of the road, there was a black Volkswagen, driving slowly, with a long body and an English logo Phaeton underneath the logo on the rear of the car.

There were three people in the car.

One driver.

One co-pilot.

One in the back seat of the car.

Sitting in the back seat was a man whose age could not be discerned. He could be said to be fifty or forty. He had his legs crossed and a Rolex in his hand. His face was cold and determined, and his lines were like a knife. He was looking across the road. , Kong Jingke walking aimlessly in the heavy rain.

"Boss, why don't you get the lady into the car? It's raining so hard and she'll make you sick again soon." The co-pilot was a man with a crew cut, about thirty years old. He couldn't bear it and turned to the middle-aged man in the back seat. advised.

"Don't care about her."

The middle-aged man said without a trace of fluctuation: "She chose the path herself. No one can blame her. If she has the ability to go, she has the ability to survive on her own."

"But..." The crew-cut man wanted to say more.

"There's nothing wrong with it. If she dies, she can only blame her for not being tough enough."

The middle-aged man interrupted the crew-cut man, then closed his eyes, no longer looking at Kong Jingke in the heavy rain, and said, "Go to the hospital."

……

15 minute later.

The sturdy black Volkswagen arrived at the hospital. As soon as it stopped, the co-pilot took out an umbrella, went to the back seat, opened the door, and held the umbrella on it.

If you look closely, you will see dense calluses on the joints on the back of the flat-headed man's hands, almost level with the joints.

The driver didn't get out of the car.

After the middle-aged man got out of the car, he walked to the inpatient floor of the neurology department. The man with a crew cut followed closely behind him, with a calm expression and a restrained body. He was not too close or too far away, just one step away.

In the ward.

Confucius' mother was lying on the hospital bed without sleeping. Although she could not speak clearly because of cerebral hemorrhage that oppressed the speech center, her consciousness was clear. Over the past year, Kong Jingke had become weak and thin.

She saw it all.

Even if she doesn’t say it, how can a mother not feel sorry for her daughter?He is obviously such a proud person, but for his own sake, life has polished him into a state of humiliation and compromise.

So she called that person. She knew that his words were unclear and difficult for most people to understand. However, he was so bad that he should understand what he meant.

Then, as if she sensed something, Kong Mu suddenly turned her head and saw that hard-hearted man appearing at the door of the ward.

At this time, Kong Mu was much older than a year ago, her hair was gray, and her body was much thinner.

Like a dying old man.

The middle-aged man who had been cold at the door finally couldn't be cold anymore. He walked to the hospital bed with a sore nose. He looked at the woman who had been sleeping with him on the hospital bed for decades and lowered his head for the first time in his life: "It's me. I am so sorry."

When Confucius heard this, tears of grievance suddenly came out. She pointed at the man beside the bed and said with difficulty: "You, you are not a star."

The man understood that she was saying that he had no conscience. He sighed, sat on the edge of the bed, and held her hand. The lines on his face finally melted because he felt indebted.

"Well, you're right. I really have no conscience. I failed as a husband and failed as a father. It's obviously my fault, but I refuse to bow my head no matter what." He said.

(End of this chapter)