The little goldfish ran over barefoot and went to pull the door handle without thinking.

Huang Ming stopped her.

"Let him cry for a while." Huang Ming said, sighing long.

Little Goldfish's eyes turned red all of a sudden. She pursed her lips and looked at the closed door, as if she could feel the pain in Wei Yiran's heart.

...

After Wei Yiran vented, he walked out and lay on the bed without a word.

Huang Ming went to clean up the bathroom.

It was filled with the smell of urine, blood, medicine... as if there was the salty and bitterness of sweat and tears...

Huang Ming went to work, cleaned the bathroom thoroughly, then washed his hands, returned to Wei Yiran's room, and said to him: "Master, as long as people are alive, there is hope. Now that we have a little goldfish, she will definitely be cured. your."

After a pause, Huang Ming watched Wei Yiran not responding, and then continued: "It's just that... no matter how powerful the little goldfish is, your body will not be able to withstand the toss of the gang again. They won't give up, and we don't have to face it hard. Didn’t the ancients always say to keep a low profile? Master, I think we might as well leave Qingjiang and find a place to settle down and heal our wounds."

Wei Yiran's eyes moved slightly, and he looked sideways and looked at Huang Ming's eyes.

Huang Ming felt relieved, knowing that what he said had worked.

Sometimes this is the case when people are at a low point. It's useless to talk to him about love, feelings, strength and hope. You have to talk about hate with him! Talk about hatred! Only by arousing his resentment can he find the motivation to live.

"The Huo family owner came to Qingjiang City to invest in the construction of an entertainment city. How many people want to flatter me. Du Jiajun dealt with me at this juncture because he was afraid that I would fall into the eyes of the Huo family owner." Wei Yiran's eyes gathered haze, and his voice was even more cold. "The Wei family has collapsed. I am left alone and widowed. I am familiar with Qingjiang's relationships and are proficient in various casino games. If Huo Chenghong wants to find someone to help him manage the casino, I am the best candidate."

As he said, he smiled coldly: "Du Jiajun interrupted my leg and chopped off my fingers, wanting to stop my chance of turning over. This hatred... I will definitely retaliate!"

Huang Ming nodded in agreement, disapproving in his heart.

Du Jiajun is now a business tycoon in Qingjiang, and Wei Yiran is now a cripple. How can it be possible to bring down Du Jiajun?

However, it is always good to be refreshed.

Wei Yiran said to Huang Ming, “It’s really unsafe to live here. Even if Du Jiajun’s people don’t find it, it’s not good for people to see the little goldfish. You don’t have to go too far to find a house outside, it’s a half-hour drive from the city. Villages and towns are fine, and you want a house with a detached house with good concealment."

Hearing this, Huang Ming knew that Wei Yiran really had a heart for revenge—he would rather hide in the countryside than leave Qingjiang.

In the next few days, Huang Ming would go out to find a house every day, and Little Goldfish would take care of Wei Yiran at home.

She looks delicate, but with great strength, she is very comfortable taking care of Wei Yiran. Moreover, Wei Yiran eats her scales every day, perhaps because she cannibalize people and take short hands. Wei Yiran's attitude towards the little goldfish is much gentler, unlike always getting angry when facing Huang Ming.

Despite this, he is still cold and indifferent, as if crying bitterly in the bathroom last time, emptied all his emotions.

Qiuyang was warm, little Jinyu helped him sit in a wheelchair and pushed him into the yard to bask in the sun.

Sometimes people pass by outside, and there are children chasing and playing. Wei Yiran thought of his disabled body, feeling upset: "Little goldfish, push me back to the house."

The little goldfish got up, held the two ends of the wheelchair, and pushed into the house.

"Huang Ming doesn't know my name, so he calls me Little Goldfish, why do you call me like that?" she asked.

Wei Yiran was slightly taken aback.

"Did you forget? I have a name, or did you get it for me." She stopped, leaned over to look at him, and asked, "Will you really forget?"