Deep spoiled I: The beloved of the Devil's Boss

It's premature to hide. Once the time is ripe, everything begins to proceed naturally.

City B, Lecheng, basement.

Because it is airtight, the basement is very stuffy. The sour smell is wrapped in the musty smell, and a bloody smell fills the whole narrow basement. Not to mention living here, standing here for two seconds will make people sick. However, Han Bing and Jing Hao stayed here for a whole year, four months and 16 days.

Under the rusty iron cover, the 15 watt electric light bulb weakly emits a yellowish light. It is not too dark in this narrow basement, but it always makes people feel very gloomy. The gloomy feeling of being cautious makes people very afraid or even uneasy. There are only two ragged iron beds in the messy basement, but only one bed has a quilt, There was nothing on the other bed except a wooden board. Jing Hao curled up and lay on his side on the small bed with a quilt. He looked very ill and his body kept shaking. Although he was wrapped in three old quilts, he was still shivering with cold. The wheelchair next to him was cold ice, and he seemed to be ill, His face is also very ugly.

Bu Dongze and Shi Lian are right in their guess. They are both alive. In fact, it's better to be alive than to be dead. Think about how proud ice was. Although he was not a powerful man, he can also be said to be handy. What do you want? But now, what's the difference with a prisoner? He regrets that he believes in Bosheng too much, He hated that if his legs were well, he would kill the traitor.

Jing Hao was lying on the bed, his pale face almost could not see the color of blood. He asked weakly, "Dad, we've been here for so long. Do you think Jiajia thinks we're dead?" his physical condition has deteriorated for more than a year. He didn't fully recover from his injury, and stayed in this dark basement, wet and dark, Let his illness break out from time to time. If he didn't think that if he could take another look at Jingjia one day, he might not be able to support it.

Han Bing's body is OK, but it's not much better. Originally, his legs were not good. In addition, he didn't see sunshine all year round. His legs were completely broken this time. He can only spend the rest of his life in a wheelchair.

Looking up at his son, Han Bing shook his head, "dad doesn't know, but Dad believes she will come back and save us."

"Cough -" Jing Hao coughed violently.

"Hao'er, Hao'er." Han Bing cried eagerly, took out a white handkerchief from his pocket and handed it to him, stretched out his hand and gently patted him on the back.

After coughing for a while, Jing Hao stopped coughing. He took away the handkerchief covering his mouth, but suddenly widened his eyes. A black and purple blood clot was left on the white handkerchief.

"What's the matter?" Han Bing looked at his son suspiciously, pulled his arm, and stared in surprise.

"Dad, am I going to die?" Jing Hao asked weakly. After coughing, he looked weaker, his face was more pale and ugly, and even his lips were white without a trace of blood.

Han Bing held his son's hand tightly and shook his head. "No, you're still so young. How can you die? No, Dad won't let you die. You must hold on. Hear me, dad will find a way to send you out."

Jing Hao blinked, nodded and gently closed his eyes. He was a little tired and wanted to rest.

"Hao'er! You can't sleep. You talk to your father. Do you hear me? You can't sleep!" Han Bing shook Jing Hao's hand and shouted, but Jing Hao only slightly opened his eyes and moved his lips. He was too tired to open his eyes completely and couldn't even say a word. He just closed his eyes

"No!" the cold ice roared like tearing his heart and lungs, and almost lifted the roof of the whole basement.

"Zhi -" the iron door of the basement was pushed open from the outside, and boson came in.

"Bosheng, you bastard, I'll kill you!" Han Bing stares at the scarlet eyes and pushes the wheelchair to Bosheng.

Bosheng sneered. Standing on the stairs, he glanced at the dying Jing Hao lying on the bed below. There was no trace of sympathy and compassion in his eyes, and even a bit of success.

Looking at Jing Hao coldly, Bosheng said fiercely in his heart, Shi Lian, what you owe me and my eldest brother, I will double back to your grandson. Jing Jiajia's life is great if she doesn't die this time, but next time, I won't let her have another chance to live. After killing them, it's your turn. Don't worry, I won't let you wait too long, so that your family can be reunited.

He glanced at Han Bing, took out a cigar from his pocket, lit it, took a sip, went down the stairs, bent down and spit a cigarette at Han Bing, smiled and said, "Han Bing, it's too cheap for you and Jing Hao to live so long."

"Boson, I swear I will tear you to pieces!"

"Really?" Bosheng chuckled, straightened up, stretched out his feet and kicked cold ice. Cold ice flew up like a sack. His body hit the edges and corners of Jing Hao's iron bed, making a "bang" sound, as if his bone was broken.

Han Bing grinned with pain, but he didn't cry out. He lay on the ground, stared at angry eyes and clenched his fist tightly. He vowed that he must kill the bastard anyway and take Hao'er out. If he didn't see the doctor again, he would die.

"Han Bing, do you know why I locked you up here?" the doctoral student asked with a smile.

"Bang bang -" a knock on the door, followed by a man's voice, "Mr. housekeeper, there is a man named Heiyu outside the door."

"Black rain?" Bosheng frowned, asked back, threw down the smoke in his hand, turned and walked out.

"Is he alone?" asked boson.

The man nodded. "It's himself."

Boson thought for a moment, "where is he?"

"At the gate."

"Take me and lock the door."

The man nodded, and the door was locked again with a bang. Han Bing tried to get up, climbed to Jing Hao's bed, stretched out his hand, gently held his face, and whispered, "Hao'er, Hao'er, Jiajia came to save us out. You're obedient, you must hold on, you know?"

However, Jing Hao put the Buddha to sleep. He lay there motionless, and even his breathing was almost undetectable.

Han Bing held Jing Hao's face and cried, "Hao'er, don't scare dad. Open your eyes and see Dad, OK?"