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Chapter 37 The price of defection, she is gone

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    The painter patted his body, Qian Qian woke up from his sleep, fortunately the bag was still there.

    "You go home." The painter said to him, "It's good to have a home. I want to go home too, but I have no home to return to, and I lost my wife."

    Qian Qian looked at the painter, not knowing what to say.

    "Go back." The painter got up and left, leaving a handsome back.

    The painter's words made Qian Qian fall into deep thought.  He knew that his nostalgia for Trish had already been deeply rooted and he couldn't extricate himself.

    "Go back." The painter's words sounded in his ears again, repeating over and over again.

    "Go back." He said to himself again.  His feet started to walk back, towards No. 400 Yanghe Road.

    It's the third day since he came out. He has traveled a lot and passed through many villages and towns.  Because he wanted to escape there, he walked very fast. He didn't expect to go back now. It turned out that the road was so long.

    It was dark again, and he was still on his way home.  what to do?  Where are you staying tonight?

    He looked at the colorful neon lights on the street, at the fashionable men and women, at the famous cars and the well-decorated shops, and asked himself where he would spend the night tonight.

    He didn't want to go to the opera house, and there was no underground passage here. After passing this street, it was the suburbs, and there was nothing there. Once it got dark, it was completely dark, and there were only three or two sporadic lights.

    He walked out of this street, and slowly, even the street lights disappeared, and it was pitch black.  He was a little afraid. Although he didn't need to beware of perverts like single women, he might lose property or even die when he encountered robbers.

    He quickened his pace, walked quickly, walked overnight, maybe he could get home tomorrow morning.  He galloped all night, and when it was dawn, the cold wave hit him. He sneezed and walked forward vigorously.

    The aroma of food wafted in front of him, and he instinctively salivated.  He was so hungry that he hadn't eaten all day and all night.  He can now eat ten buns and ten bowls of wontons.

    There was a long queue at the entrance of the breakfast shop, and he could only line up at the back. When it was his turn, there were only steamed buns and soy milk left.

    He bought ten steamed buns and two bags of soy milk, and sat down at the dining table in front of the breakfast shop to eat.  Seeing him alone, with ten big steamed buns piled up in front of him, everyone passing by gave him strange looks.  Qian Qian can't care so much anymore, he just wants to fill his stomach as soon as possible.

    When he ate the fifth steamed bun, he was full and burped twice in a row.  He asked the owner of the breakfast shop for a convenience bag, packed the remaining five steamed buns, and continued on his way.

    After walking for half a day, he saw the row of willow trees and the beautiful small villas, and he had already arrived at Taohuawan.  Qian Qian was a little excited, this was the first stop he passed by after escaping from home.  He called the place where he stopped and rested "the station".  After this stop, it is not far from home.

    He took out a steamed bun, took two bites, drank another sip of cold soybean milk, and sat under the willow tree for a while.

    ?After leaving Taohuawan, his pace slowed down, and he began to struggle in his heart, thinking how he would have the face to go back after running out for four whole days.  And he also stole Trish's money, will they beat him to death when he goes back?

    When he arrived at the door of his house and saw the house number of No. 400 Yanghe Road, he let out a long sigh of relief, and a big stone fell from his heart.  He reached out to knock on the door, but withdrew it like an electric shock.  After hesitating for a long time, I still knocked a few times.

    The door opened quickly, and it was Ruo Fei who opened the door.

    "Ouch! Who am I? Rare guest! Rare guest!" He had already expected that Ruofei and the others would ridicule him, so he didn't pay much attention. He only wanted to see Trish.

    He walked into the room and saw Chan Bing watching TV on the sofa, he just glanced at him without saying anything.

    "Where's Trish?" he asked.

    "How do I know, she has hands and feet." Chan Bing continued to watch TV.

    "She where did she go?"

    "Going to do business."

    "Oh." He responded and walked into Trish's room. Her luggage had already been packed, and there was no clothes left. There was a notebook on the bedside table.  Other than that, she had nothing left.

    He opened the notebook, which contained the photos he took on his birthday, which had been developed and pasted on the notebook.  Holding the notebook, he whimpered and cried.  Trish's voice sounded in his head "You are our servant and our family".  Trish treats him like a family member, but he chooses to escape from this family.  He used to be a man without a home, and only after Cui Qian had a family, now that Cui Qian is gone, he has no home again.  He choked on the blanket on the bed, the only one that still smelled of Trish.West.

    He cried for a long time, was tired from crying, and fell asleep.  He dreamed that Tracy was back and told him that she would never leave him again.  But in the blink of an eye, she disappeared, disappeared in his embrace.  He woke up crying from his dream, and there was no sign of Tracy around him.

    "Uncle!" Ruofei walked into the room, "I'll tell you a good news and a bad news, which one do you want to hear first?"

    Qian Qian's eyes were dull: "I want to see Trish."

    "There is no cure!" Chan Bing also walked in.

    "Okay, uncle. Let me tell you the good news first. Trish said that you don't have to pay back the 300,000. You will no longer be our servant. Congratulations, uncle, you are free!"

    Ruo Fei folded her arms around her chest and continued:

    "The bad news is that Tracy said that I will never see you again. Uncle, take care!"

    Ruofei shrugged at him: "By the way, I will keep that notebook as a souvenir for you."

    "Where is Cui Qian? Ruofei, I beg you, can you tell me?" Qian Qian held Ruofei back.

    "It's okay to tell you." Ruo Fei smiled, "How about serving me for one night?"

    "II can't be sorry to Trish, I can't"

    "Then you are not willing. Then there is nothing to talk about. I have always been very realistic. There is no such thing as a free lunch!"

    Seeing that she just wanted to tease him, Qian Qian ran to beg Chan Bing again.  With a frosty face, she just stared at the TV: "I don't know where she went, so don't bother me. Don't you know how stinky you are? Go away!"

    Qian Qian suddenly knelt in front of Chan Bing: "Chan Bing! I beg you, please tell me. I really want to see Cui Qian."

    Chan Bing pushed him away and scolded: "Crazy you! They said they don't want you anymore, why are you looking for her? For you, the three of us sisters have to go our separate ways! Don't fuck me. Be careful  I kill you!"

    It was the first time Qian Qian saw Chan Bing get so angry, and now he didn't dare to provoke her anymore, so he could only turn around and beg Ruo Fei.

    "Have you figured it out now?" Ruo Fei was applying lipstick while holding a mirror.

    "Yes." He replied in a low voice.

    "Then why are you still standing there in a daze, why don't you come and serve me!"

    Qian Qian walked over and reached out to take off her clothes.  After unbuttoning two buttons, his hands began to tremble.

    "Why do I feel like I'm raping you!" Ruo Fei grabbed his collar, pulled him closer, and said with a frown, "It's smelly and dirty, you haven't showered for a few days? You've been doing it every day for a few days  Sleeping in a pigsty?"

    Qian Qian didn't dare to say anything.

    "Go take a shower and clean yourself up!"

    Qian Qian had no choice but to go to the bathroom obediently.  He was very conflicted.  Serving Ruofei is tantamount to betraying Cui Qian. If he did this, how could he have the face to meet her.  But if he didn't follow Ruo Fei's words, how would he know Trish's whereabouts.  He washed for a long time before coming out of the bathroom.  Wrapped in a bath towel, she walked towards Ruofei's room.

    "It's not too bad." Ruofei sized him up and pulled off his bath towel, "Looking at it this way, it's pretty pretty."

    She touched him again: "She is cruel enough, look, with so many scars, does it still hurt, Wangzi?"

    Qian Qian shook his head.

    "Tell me, am I beautiful, or Trish is beautiful?"

    "you are pretty."

    "You still have good eyesight." She touched his chest, slowly swipe down with her fingertips, and his physiology instinctively responded.

    "No." Qian Qian's voice was a little choked, but she still grabbed him.

    "What's the use of pretending to be chaste and strong? Your little brother is more human!" (Remember the website address of this website: www.hlnovel.com
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