I Became the Disabled Tyrant of the Future

Yang Qi'an: "..."

Jiang Lao only felt a shock in his heart and glanced at Rong Ming in surprise.

Is it her wish to [make him treat her better] fulfilled?

He is obviously on her side now.

Can she escape the ending in the dream?

Rong Ming glanced at Yang Qi'an with extremely cold eyes, and then his gaze slowly fell on Yang Xiuzhu.

At the bottom of the eye, there was a sharp needle again.

As if showing him deliberately, his eyes changed to staring at Yang Xiuzhu, but he raised his fingers, hooked Jiang Lao's sleeves, and asked softly, "Shall we go?"

He quickly turned his eyes back to look at Jiang Lao, his eyelids drooped, and he put away all the sharpness in his eyes, quiet and well-behaved, "I don't want to stay here anymore."

Walk around.

So good.

Jiang Lao's gaze fell on Rong Chen's hand that hooked her sleeve.

The slender fingers are as white as jade, and the slight scars are very distressing.

Too good, like the white fluffy puppy raised by her grandfather, when she wanted her to hold it, the paws sticked up first.

She couldn't resist at all, pushed Rong Zhi's wheelchair, immersed in the atmosphere of winning just now, very happy, curled her lips and said, "Let's go."

"Wearing a mask and not taking it off, is it too ugly to see people? Ugly people deserve to be disabled, but it's just right"

Yang Qi'an was furious and red eyes, chasing behind Jiang Lao, reaching out to pull Jiang Lao's mask.

She wanted to see what this girl looked like when her brother had never forgotten it.

Behind her, Yang Xiuzhu was already angry, "Yang Qi'an!"

Jiang Lao's mask was pulled by Yang Qi'an and torn off.

Her face showed up.

The face without makeup, but the size of a palm.

Cinnabar makeup, fair skin, black hair and red lips.

The contours and facial features of the face were slightly set off by the light, and it was blurred, as if fainted with a paintbrush, sweet and charming.

Yang Qi'an was stunned for an instant.

She just heard her elder brother praise Jiang Lao's talent in guessing, instead she thought she... ordinary-looking.

no.

Her face became embarrassed, and she took a step back, but was caught by Jiang Lao's wrist.

"What were you talking about?" Jiang Lao snapped.

"Handicapped?" She pressed her fingers slightly, "His leg injury will heal, he is not handicapped."

When Jiang Lao was a child, he spoke later than others, and when he could speak, he was slow, slower than others.

When I entered the school at the age of four for enlightenment, I was often given two bedrooms and three bedrooms.

The two sisters here joined forces and laughed at her for stuttering behind her back, saying that she was stupid in mind.

When she was a child, she overheard it inadvertently and burst into tears with anger. Later, even though her parents helped her teach the two sisters, the anger and grievance that those vicious words brought her was still fresh in her memory.

"Apologize," she said coldly.

Yang Qi'an suddenly regained consciousness, but his face turned black when he heard Jiang Lao's words.

Let her apologize to the disabled?

The handicapped person doesn't look like a noble boy at first glance, but rather like a servant.

This kind of person is unworthy to talk to a big daughter like her, so I want her to apologize?

How can it be?

She straightened her lips and said nothing, seeing Jiang Lao's heart burned. She gritted her teeth and said again, "Apologize."

The corners of the clothes were dragged from behind.

"It's okay for me," the man sitting in the wheelchair behind said softly.

The voice is gentle, the tone is not angry or annoyed, and it is very light.

Tolerance, patience, and open-mindedness are all included in it, which means a bit of fear of causing trouble, "Don't break your harmony because of me."

The more sensible he was, the more angry Jiang Lao became, his face turned into a bun, "I am not very friendly with her."

She will not take the initiative to inmate.

But if someone wants to deceive her, no matter how lightly she slaps, she will have to change it back if it doesn't hurt her.

"A talented woman only has her name, but she has to rely on her brother to guess the crossword puzzle. She has no sympathy and hurts others. If you were born with two legs less than others, would you like to hear others call you disabled?"

Jiang Lao looked at Yang Qi'an coldly, "I will never socialize with such a girl."

Yang Qi'an clenched his fists in shame, who is rare!

The people onlookers gradually surrounded.

"Master Yang doesn't really want to have a good relationship with this family from the capital? How can his daughter do bad things to him?"

"I said she was a talented woman, so she couldn't even guess who won the lottery. What kind of talented woman is she? I didn't expect it, so shameful."

"I don't behave properly. People have injured their legs. They are so pitiful. She said they were crippled and her mouth was really poisonous. Who would dare to ask for this kind of girl."

"Really, I didn't expect her to be so vicious."

Yang Qi'an has always been spoiled and spoiled by Master Yang. People who look at Master Yang's face will always give her enough face.

Flattery listened too much, and she believed it to be true, as she was talented and morally flawless.

It is actually just a small white flower in the warm room, unable to withstand the wind and rain outside.

Listening to the merciless condemnation from the surroundings, Yang Qi'an's face immediately stiffened, and tears were about to fall.

She looked at Yang Xiuzhu pitifully, with tears in her eyes.

Prayed: "Brother..."

Help her talk...

Yang Xiuzhu kept his face calm.

He was deliberate and deliberate, just to take advantage of the holiday, to bring Jiang Lao closer together.

But after being tossed by his sister, things were completely messed up!

At this moment, he was bored with this seemingly shrewd but stupid sister, full of anger, stood up, and turned to chase after Jiang Lao, who didn't know when to leave.

Before leaving, he took a cold-eyed look back, "I don't know where I am wrong, I don't want to apologize, go back to confinement for five days, don't leave the door!"

In this way, he has some pity for his stupid sister.

Although his father loved his sister, he paid more attention to face. If what happened to his father's ears, he would know that Yang Qi'an had offended Jiang Lao, and he would inevitably be punished severely.

But Yang Qi'an didn't understand her brother's good intentions, hated and wronged, and cried on the spot.

…

Yang Xiuzhu did not catch up with Jiang Lao.

Jiang Lao pushed Rong Ming's wheelchair and walked out of Taoxi Road, gradually moving away from the business district, and gradually approaching the west of the city.

Although he took a sigh of relief, Jiang Lao felt a little annoyed when he thought of the way Rong Ming wanted to calm down, and his emotions prevailed, so he dared to discipline him, "If you are bullied again in the future, don't say anything."

"Everything that has to be endured is unprotected."

This was the reason that Jiang Lao was told by her parents when she was bullied by the two sisters in the second room and the third room when she was a child.

After saying this, she felt bitter for a while.

Only before, there is indeed no one to guard him.

The unprotected child, whose teeth were broken, could only swallow it into his stomach with mixed blood and forbearance.

Poor and pitiful.

She took her feet, walked around in front of Rong Chen, squatted down to look at him, and said seriously, "You don't have to bear it, did you hear it?"

Rong Ming cast his eyes down.

He is not uncommon for others to help him, even if his teeth are broken and bones are broken, he will get up on his own if he tries his best.

He nodded.

The scarlet ghost mask was pushed on the top of his dark hair, and a cloud of gloom was pressed down on his beautiful face, making it difficult to see the look on his face.

The movement of nodding lightly is like a well-behaved and obedient child, putting away the brutal nature of sharp fangs.

Jiang Lao was angry today, forgetting the appearance of Rong Ming in her dreams.

A few years later, he who has power in his hands, will get back ten times his grievances and grievances. He is bloodthirsty and cruel, and he does not take life in the eyes.

Such a jealousy must be repaid, how can a moody person really endure it.

But at this moment Jiang Lao thought of his well-behaved, sensible and calm "I'm fine", and his heart was agitated.

He didn't do anything wrong, just defenseless and in a difficult situation, he called cats and dogs to bully.

All the way back to the city west hut, she reassured him, "If someone bullies you in the future, you have to stop it yourself. If you want to come to me, you must find me."

Rong Zhen still nodded obediently, and suddenly raised his eyes to look at her, "Next time, when will you come to me?"

Jiang Laohuan saw this look on his face for the first time.

How should I put it, eagerly, just like the expression of her coquettish brother when he asks for sweets.

But better than her brother.

Suddenly he was bewildered by his well-behaved appearance and beautiful skin, Jiang Lao dared to tease him, and smiled slightly, "What if I don't come?"

Long eyelashes hung down, and Rong Ming's face was soaked into the shadow under the mask again, "That..."

He lowered his head with a somewhat disappointed expression, and then raised it firmly. In his pupils, the light of the sky-flying Kong Ming lantern was reflected in the distance, and he looked up at the shining one, "I will go to you."

After Jiang Lao returned to Jiang Mansion, his heart trembled.

So obedient, so obedient, so obedient!

How could a ferocious and vicious man become so obedient when he was young?

Said that the pitiful little appearance when I went to see you was really like a few months old puppy who was afraid of being abandoned.

I asked you to look, just want to touch his head.

Her heart was crumpled into a ball, lying on the bed, not asleep for a long time.

…

The night was getting darker, and when the lights in the business district came on, as the crowds dispersed, they gradually became scarce.

But there was a Kongming Lantern that flew from the west of the city to the night sky.

The cool Yuehui hit Rong Ming's shoulders. He was sitting in a wheelchair and sitting in the courtyard, watching the Kongming Lantern successfully fly to the sky, and finally heaved a sigh of relief.

Finally, it succeeded.

His slender fingers reflected by the moonlight were full of new scars that had just been scratched by bamboo, especially on the pads of his left hand, mottled and mixed together.

In the yard, there were a few failed Kongming lanterns, paper pastes, and long strips of bamboo, which were replaced with other things needed to make Kongming lanterns.

In the chaos of the place, Rong Ming slowly raised a smile.

On Kongming Lantern, he only wrote one wish.

He had heard her mother call her in small print, every year.

It's Jiang again.

At that time on the Suzaku Bridge, she begged for the safety of her parents and family, but she forgot about herself.

The bright Kong Ming Lantern rose up, and the paper that was carried by Kong Ming Lan to the starry night sky, the pen was sharp, as hard as a hook, and only five words, "Jiang Nian, peace."

He raised his eyes and saw that the vast night sky and dots of starlight were reflected in the deep pupils, which looked exceptionally bright.