"where are you going?"

Bowen suddenly jumped off himself, and He Jiao asked him with a puzzled look on his face.

Bowen didn't know what to say, so he just lowered his head and pursed his lips and pointed at Mr. He who was sitting on the sofa, letting He Jiao see Mr. He's expression himself.

He Jiao looked up and then saw her father looking at her with a dark face.

He Jiao was not afraid and even smiled at Mr. He. She didn't believe that her father would throw her aside in front of the housekeeper. If he dared to throw her away, she would dare to cry. Anyway, the housekeeper would definitely stand on her side.

Mr. He, who looked down at He Jiao, narrowed his eyes and saw through He Jiao's thoughts at first glance.

He didn't want to be accustomed to He Jiao, so he picked him up and threw him to the ground.

With a quiet sound, He Jiao's butt almost fell into two pieces.

What, I really threw it away!

He Jiao looked at his father in disbelief. He really showed no mercy to her daughter. She even wondered if she was her biological child.

"How can you throw Miss Second? What if you fall and hurt?" The housekeeper sitting on Mr. He's lap was frightened and quickly bent down to help He Jiao up, asking anxiously, "Miss Second, are you okay? Does it hurt anyway?"

He Jiao immediately sniffed, forced his head and tears to look up at the butler with tears in his eyes, his voice aggrieved and choked, "Wuwu, it hurts everywhere, I want the butler to hug you, and hug you to be better."

"Okay, OK, the butler hugs the butler, the second lady won't cry!"

The housekeeper immediately came down from Mr. He's leg, picked up He Jiao on the ground and let He Jiao lie on his shoulder. He stood and patted He Jiao on the back and gently shook his body, just like coaxing a baby.

He Jiao, who succeeded, immediately rushed to Mr. He who was sitting on the sofa and pulled his lower eyelids to Mr. He, and his tears disappeared without a trace.

Mr. He, who was leaning against the sofa, hugging his arms with both hands, said nothing. His eyes were cold and sharp under the lens, and he looked at He Jiao with a sinister face, and his whole body exuded a terrifying aura.

Ah, it seems to be too funny.

He Jiao quickly closed his mouth and looked at Mr. He with a trembling heart. It was the most terrifying thing when her father didn't speak.

"Does there any pain? Do you want to call the doctor to see it?"

The housekeeper didn't know what He Jiao and Mr. He are now, so he asked He Jiao who is lying on his shoulder urgently.

He Jiao didn't dare to ask the butler to call the doctor up. He immediately raised his head from the butler's shoulder, exposed his little arm muscles, and said to the butler with shiny eyes, "I'm fine, just say, "You'll just hold me for a while, look at how energetic I'm."

"It's really okay?"

But the housekeeper didn't believe it, and he was crying so sadly just now.

"It's really okay! I'm so strong."

He Jiao repeatedly emphasized, glanced at his father who was still leaning against the sofa and looked at him coldly. He quickly got out of the butler's arms and pulled Bowen to run and said, "I've taken Bowen to bed, you can chat with your father slowly."

After saying that, the door disappeared and didn't dare to close, for fear of seeing Mr. He's face that would kill her.

He Jiao took Bowen away and then breathed a sigh of relief. He let go of Bowen to hold the wall and patted his chest with a breath, "I'm so scared that I'm so scared."

Bowen was tired from running, and was out of breath.

He looked at He Jiao with a strange look on his face and asked her, "Why are you so afraid of your father, and you still stick to him like this?"

"Who said I'm afraid of my dad? I just like to tease him. It's just that he'll get angry if he teases him too much." He Jiao stood up straight and said with little confidence.

She is indeed not afraid of Mr. He, she is just a mean person and likes to make trouble.

But Bowen didn't understand why some people like to tease their father, who was such a terrible creature.

Bowen lowered his head, bit his lip and grabbed his clothes, and his eyes turned red in an instant.

In his impression, his father was like a devil, constantly asking him to learn, saying that if he was not better than his elder brother, he would not be able to compete with his elder brother for inheritance rights.

But he was not interested in the inheritance right. He just wanted to play with children of the same age, eat candy, watch cartoons, and go to amusement parks.

But his father would not let him waste his time on those small things. He would let him learn a lot of things every day, and if he couldn't learn, he wouldn't allow him to eat.

He was often beaten by his father, and his arms were covered with traces, blue and purple.

He didn't know why his father did this, and he was afraid to ask, so he could only hold back his tears and study every day.

Suddenly one day their villa was attacked. His father died and fell in front of him. He reached out to him with a crying expression and vomiting blood. He seemed unwilling to give up and seemed to want to say something, but he didn't say anything, and his eyes widened and there was no movement.

Bowen didn't know what he was feeling at that time, but he only knew that there was a silence around him, and no matter how the servants beside him called him, he didn't respond.

When he came back, he was already in the car. A female servant with an arm injured was holding him, holding a weapon in her hand, and kept shouting at the person driving, "Walk east, where is the rich area. No matter how rampant the killers sent by Country D, they dare not walk there."

"Hurry up and contact the people outside and ask them to pick up the young master, there is no time."

"yes."

The driving person was gasping for breath, his hands were trembling and he kept turning on the steering wheel, rushing to where the woman said.

There was a sudden rumbling sound, and the car in front of him exploded. Then the intercom in the car roared in a panic, "If there is an ambush, retreat quickly."

The angry servant scolded him, kicked the car door and hugged Bowen and immediately abandoned the car and ran away.

The driver got out of the car in a panic and covered his female servant and Bowen. His forehead was so nervous that he was covered with sweat, and his breath was trembling.

Bowen was still in fear of his father's death, and suddenly was frightened by ambush, sobbing and hugging the girl's neck tightly.

He didn't know how long they had run, he only knew that there were the sound of weapons everywhere and the roar of the enemy, "Chasing me, that woman has been injured, she can't run too far with a child."

The enemy was not wrong. The female servant had been shot or was shot in the back, which had already penetrated her internal organs.

She gritted her teeth and endured the pain, holding a weapon in one hand and protecting Bowen's head with the other, running in the alley, breathing heavier and his vision became blurry.

Bowen smelled the smell of blood, a very strong smell of blood. He could not do anything, so he could only hold the servant and cry.

Suddenly, the servant hurriedly put Bowen down the ground, covered his wound and endured the pain, and told Bowen pale, "Young Master, you are very smart, you will definitely escape. I will run west a while, and you will run up the alley. No matter what happens, don't look back, do you know?"

"I don't want...I want to follow you, I don't want to go alone."

Bowen knew that the servant wanted to sacrifice himself and begged.

The female servant's eyes turned red. She was the one who brought Bowen up, and she was reluctant to let Bowen run alone, but she couldn't escape if she didn't attract the enemy's attention.

She made up her mind to push Bowen forward, and she ran to the enemy.

"No...Aunt Ji doesn't."

Bowen cried behind the woman's servant, saying that he wanted to find her, but he could not hear the enemy's roar, "I found it, that woman is here."

"Damn it! That kid is not here, hurry up and chase him."
Chapter completed!