Chapter 6 — Did I Accidentally Tame the King of Hell in the Ph Family?

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At that time, Lam Cao Nghieu had just been released from prison for the third time and was short of money. No one lent it. It hit me. Under the protection of his parents, he took my phone and borrowed money from all my classmates and friends. Including A Ky, also Pho Bach Kieu. Lam Cao Nghieu opened his mouth to borrow five thousand, and the other party transferred the money very quickly. It tasted delicious, say four hundred thousand. Also the next second transfer. Pho Bach Kieu really thought I was seriously ill. Got the money done. Lam Cao Nghieu was afraid of causing trouble, canceled all my accounts, and reformatted my phone. I try to contact my classmates. Over the past few years, I have always paid my debt. But the foreign contact platform for Pho Bach Kieu, which often happened that year, was closed, and I didn't even have a chance to complain. Looking at my gray eyes, Lam Cao Nghieu stood up and said contemptuously:

"One parent is blind, the other has a broken leg, the murderer has not been found yet. Money is like water, four hundred thousand is gone a long time ago. Sister, you wipe your ass and run away, it's hard for me to live."

“What is the password?”

“If you don't say anything, I'll give you two hammers.”

I want to laugh. There was blood in his throat, only making a hoarse sound. There is not a penny in the card. I soon knew it was in the house.

"There is no money on the card. If you take it, there will be no more. But if you come again in two days, I will collect one million for you."

"Are you that kind? I've been looking for this place for years!"

I struggled to get up. Calmly and calmly drink water. Suppress the stench of blood.

“I booked a hotel for you, you live nearby, I can't run.”

"One million is conditional. I want it notarized, from now on I will cut off relations with the Lam family."

It's thinking. But what can that brain the size of a walnut think of?

“Okay, give me some money, I'll go to the hotel.”

“Sitting downstairs for a few days, I was almost caught like a thief.”

“Yes.”

Send it off. I walked in front of the window. Look at the moon. I'm smart like that. Don't keep wasting money on self-destruction. But I'm tired. The enemy is not dead yet, I am not satisfied. They forced me to raise the bet again and again. Frustrated like a tangled ball of wool that can't find a clue. There was a "thump" sound in the water tank. I walked over and looked at the carp opening its gills in the sink.

“Poor little thing.”

I said. The blade of the knife glides close to the fish's scales, the fishy smell spreads out. The poor little creature opened its mouth. I don't know what that is. Extreme emotions, mixed with blood and sanity. It's not my fault. I took a deep breath. It's not my fault. After cleaning up, I lay on the bed. The madness in my head has no place to hide. Every time this time comes, I fall back into addiction. I didn't sleep all night, until I used the toy until the battery ran out. There is only pain that makes people tremble. Just can calm me down. Countless times he brought himself to the brink of destruction. I have just regained a little sense of existence. I am like that carp, also opening my mouth, floating and sinking at the edge of suffocation.

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After regaining consciousness. I changed back to my most common appearance in the eyes of outsiders. Cowardly, cowardly, not daring to cause trouble, even talking in a low voice. Actually, I was originally like that. Even a hot-tempered rabbit will bite people. Yes sometimes. The little nerve under my skin won't be able to suppress it. But also only occasionally. It's not my fault. Life is no different. After finishing my internship at Goldman Sachs, I took the car to the Pho family's house. The quiet street is lined with cornflowers, the shadows of leaves reflecting on the windows. Get off the bus. I walked the last mile. Enter the door.

"I'm sorry, Ms. Lam."

Pho Bach Kieu did not say much. Just glanced at the bewildered me, continuing to look at the documents in his hand. I went upstairs and pretended to use the computer. Sometimes he comes and gives me a cup of coffee, the heat is dim.

“Miss Lam, roughly how long does it take?”

“Five days.”

I confirm so.

“Okay, it's been hard.”

He brought over a piece of tape. I was stunned. He raised his hand to pull back his hair, trying to cover the wound from yesterday. Obviously wearing a mask. His eyes avoided, but he was still seen.

“Take off your mask, I'll take a look.”

His orders leave no room for doubt.

“It's okay, I…”

“…fell, the stairs were so slippery.”

He said nothing. Go out, quickly come back, put down the medicine box.

“I won't ask about your personal matters, but the wound on your face will leave a scar.”

I sat still and did not move. Let him squat down, eye level with me. The bitter iodine smell spreads quietly. His shirt sleeves were slightly rolled up to his forearms, revealing a stretch of cold white skin. Brush my chin. Smooth, warm, makes people's noses sting. Don't know why. Obviously just a very simple movement. The temperature of his fingertips seemed to burn my frozen spirit. He is Pho Bach Kieu. Also A Ky.

“If you feel pain, just call it out, no need to hold back.”

I have a habit of tense nerves. After his reminder, I realized that enduring pain had become my muscle memory. I can't help but imagine. It would have been nice if our meeting hadn't been so terrible. Unfortunately I'm just a neurotic scammer.

“Thank you, Mr. Pho.”

“It won't hurt.”

His fingertips stopped, facing my eyes. His eyebrows suddenly furrowed, as if he was contemplating something. A long time later. He collected the cotton swab and stood up. Gentle voice.

“I'll take you to the hospital.”

I shook my head, my fingers unconsciously twisting the hem of my shirt.

“It doesn't hurt, it's okay.”

He suddenly said:

“Your adrenaline is protecting you.”

"In the future, you will be my employee. If something happens during work, it will be considered an industrial accident, I will pay."