Chapter 222 (1/2)
Ten minutes later, Yao Ruolan came out of the charm without nostalgia.
A silver gray Cadillac stopped on the sea viewing platform and a cold and gorgeous iceberg beauty emerged from the car.
”If you've had enough, it's time to go back with me. Your adoptive father loves you most and will let bygones be bygones.” Yao Ruolan was talking to a man in his thirties, with high cheekbones and thin figure.
”Come on, Dick, don't lie to me. My adoptive father has come to s City, hasn't he? Don't think I know nothing.”
”He came to work, not for you.”
”Work? What's the matter? He promised me not to embarrass the two brothers of the Li family!” Yao Ruolan's eyes sank.
”I don't know. The thoughts of the adoptive father have never been something we can surmise secretly.”
”Where is the adoptive father now? I want to see him!”
”The adoptive father said. No one was seen.”
”Dick!” Yao Ruolan gnashed his teeth. ”Do you know what the adoptive father will do to the Li brothers next?”
”I don't know. Even if I knew, I wouldn't tell you.” The man, who was called the second son, went on to say, ”if you are blue, don't think too simple. Li yanye is not so easy to deal with. The ninth son is dead.”
”Lao Jiu? Who is Lao Jiu?”
Yao Ruolan was really surprised that before she escaped from speiburg, her adoptive father had only seven adopted sons, and she was the youngest one, so she was favored.
As for when the old nine came out, she really didn't know. Isn't there another old eight?
”What you have seen, Fusheng, is the one in Luancheng club. You slapped him.”
”Oh, that's it. I remember. How can the man whom my adoptive father likes die easily?”
”A man named Fu'an cut off his arm. Of course, his adoptive father felt that keeping it was just a waste of food, so he asked Lao Ba to give him a ride.”
There is really eight, but now Yao Ruolan's attention is no longer on eight.
”Fuan?” Yao Ruolan murmured. She really didn't expect that the dead face of the playing card was so cruel. You can also cut off one arm of the thug, but you don't have to guess which side he cut. It must be on the side of the fierce hot night. So in Yao Ruolan's view, the floating life and death deserve it.