Rebirth of the National Male God Chapter 270: Injured

90d715ae8d8fea68109aee9a0ba7c3a3 Shu Cheng's dark eyes looked at Jing Zi, and his slender hand took out candy from the sugar box and gave it to Jing Zi.

　　 Jingzi glanced at her, pursed her lips, ate it obediently, and then told her in sign language: "Very sweet."

　　 and then sat quietly in his own home, quietly, not as quietly as an ordinary nine-year-old girl, Jingzi’s parents cried and wept.

　　 Shizuko’s clear pupils are dull, and it seems that she has not relieved herself from the changes in life these days. She looked at her father with red eyes, blinking and blinking her eyes. Some did not understand why his father was crying?

　　 "Shizuko, go back to your own room." Shizuko's father said to Shizuko in sign language.

　　 The man looking at Jing Zi’s back view and the guilt under his eyes couldn’t be restrained anymore. This is because his work is less than forty and his eyes are white.

　　Jiang Yihang is a reporter from the TV station. Today he received an order from his superiors to tell him to interview a child who was sexually assaulted in a school for the deaf, mute and handicapped and go back to make a report.

　　 The cameraman next to him has been following him, photographing the residence of these children. The mud and mud along the way made them unimaginable. They have not been to the country, but have never seen such a rotten road. Children with disabilities can't help being angry.

　　 When they arrived with the cameraman, Shizuko’s father lowered his head and knelt down directly to a teenager, tears flowing, his hands folded, wanting to shook Shu Cheng, "Benefactor, benefactor, thank you Thank you"

　　 Shu Cheng lifted the man, his dark eyes stared at him, her lips slightly pursed, she didn’t wear a mask today, and she didn’t have any visibility in this poor family, and she didn’t need a mask.

　　 Jiang Yihang glanced at the cameraman.

　　 "That boy is Shu Cheng?!"

　　 "It's him! How could he be here?"

　　 "That man seems to have been calling his benefactor?"

　　 "Even if he wrote the furnace, there is no need to thank him like this?"

　　 Shu Cheng's dark eyes looked at this man who was only middle-aged but with white temples, his lips pursed, and he stretched out his hand to lift him.

　　 The man raised his head, the knife came out, and looked at Shu Cheng's eyes full of fierce anger. While Shu Cheng lifted him, he stabbed him directly in Shu Cheng's abdomen.

　　Blood flowed out, dyeing Shu Cheng's clothes red gradually.

Jiang Yihang and the cameraman beside 　　 did not respond. When they responded, they called the police and protected Shu Cheng behind him. Shu Cheng covered his bleeding abdomen and looked at the man’s dark eyes. Don't blink.

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　　 Shu Cheng finally spoke, his low voice was light, no questioning, no anger, very calm tone: "Why?"

　　The man stared at Shu Cheng’s eyes, and there was some hair in his heart, but his voice increased unconsciously: "Why?"

　　 "Why did you say?!" The man's eyes were filled with anger, "Why did you say?! What do you know?"

　　 Shu Cheng didn't speak, staring at the man's dark eyes, his eyes wide and boundless, covering his wound with one hand, and holding a point on the other hand to temporarily stop bleeding.

　　The man sneered, and his emotions became more and more excited: "What do you know?!