Chapter 429 (2/2)

Kindly save the mentally retarded Asan Superman?Stop teasing, when did Zhou Ye have the Mother of God?He just wants to play some small games...

Chapter Five Hundred and Eighty Five

Madam Mehra walked feebly on the street, she just came out of the police station...

Last night, her son Rohit was called away by her little friend. Originally, her son was only playing outside with his friends, but she didn’t expect them to get involved in other people’s banquets. A mess.

If this is the case, Mrs. Mehra will definitely be thankful... because although she is only a small bank clerk, Weibo's salary is only enough to support herself and her son... But the banquet that compensates others is always better than her son. Strong...

During the banquet yesterday, her son accidentally got all the curry paste on the table on the head of the county chief’s son... It is said that the county chief’s son is still being rescued in the hospital... and her son Luo Xi Te was also locked up by the police...

After receiving the notice from her son’s little friend, she went to the county magistrate as soon as possible, and wanted to ask the magistrate’s forgiveness to release her son... But obviously, how could Harbans, who was furious, forgive herself? Rohit, who was almost blind by his son?So, she was kicked out...

In desperation, Mrs. Mehra could only go to the police station and wanted to visit her son... But even though no one dared to open this back door for her, she ended up being the neighbor’s police officer Sukhvani for a long time to pity her, taking advantage of it. When the sheriff was not there, let her go in and take a look at her son Rohit.

Thinking that my son was naive and asked her why these police uncles would lock him up.Mrs. Mehra couldn't help crying...

Dragging her heavy steps, Mrs. Mehra finally returned to her home... Just as she was sleepwalking, when she took out the key to open the door, a voice awakened her.

”Madam Mehra?” Zhou Ye looked at this beautiful woman with charm and charm... and asked with a smile.

”You... hello?” Mrs. Mehra asked hesitantly: ”I don't think we should know... What do you want me to do?”

”It's about your son...” Zhou Ye said and gestured, ”Shall we just say it's okay here?”

”Ahhh... please come in...” Madame Mehra hurriedly opened the door of the room like she was waking up from a dream, and greeted Zhou Ye in... Of course, she also kept a mindful mind and closed the door and all the windows in the living room. Open...If there were no such scheming, a beautiful woman with a mentally retarded child would have never known how many times she was eaten...

Zhou Ye looked at Mehra's behavior and shook his head with a smile. He knew that this was a way for Mehra to protect herself... As long as his intentions were wrong, she could immediately shout... Summon the neighbors outside. Come in……

”Excuse me...what do you want to talk to me about my son?” Madame Mehra forced to endure the anxiety in her heart, and asked in a calm manner.

”Your son is in big trouble now...Is it?” Zhou Ye said, taking off the hood of his jacket.

”What does this have to do with you...” Mrs. Mehra said with some dissatisfaction.

”Of course it has nothing to do with me...” Zhou Ye smiled,... he walked behind Mehra without a hassle, and whispered in her ear: ”If you say... I say I can save him What?”

”...You...can you save him?” Madam Mehra was pleasantly surprised when she heard Zhou Ye's words, but then she calmed down again.”Why do you save him...? Are you the chief minister of the state?”

Madam Mehra’s tone was full of mockery... In her opinion, Zhou Ye was a crappy little liar. She didn’t know where she heard the news of her son’s accident and wanted to come here to swindle her own money...

”What if I can really save him?” Zhou Ye asked with a smile without being angry.

Seeing Zhou Ye's affirmative question, Mrs. Mehra couldn't help but feel a little hope in her heart... ”If you can really save my son......you...how much money you want... ”

”Haha... What do I want money for?” Zhou Ye didn't like money. To him, money was just a set of numbers...

”Then what do you want?” Mrs. Mehra said here, she couldn't help but stepped back a few steps, looking at Zhou Ye warily.

”Of course it's you...” Zhou Ye didn't even want to turn, and said directly: ”That is to say, you are worth my shot... For the money, I don't care...”

”...” Hearing Zhou Ye's words, Mrs. Mehra felt like she didn't know whether to cry or laugh. The handsome young man in front of her actually said she wanted herself. Does that mean she is still very attractive?But... in her life she has never had close contact with a man other than her husband... This made her want to cry a little again.

……When her husband passed away, she survived with a posthumous child. She never thought of remarrying. After the son was judged to be mentally retarded, she never cried. When life was the most difficult, she persisted, never thought I'll find another man to rely on... Is it true that people in middle age will be forced to take this step?

Zhou Ye watched Mrs. Mehra's constantly changing expression with interest, and said quietly: ”Think about your son... With his IQ, if he is really found guilty, he goes to prison... Can you survive?”

”Don't tell me...” Madame Mehra couldn't help feeling like a knife at the thought of that situation.