Since that day, Han Yurou has never been to Rong Jincheng's villa again.

She became a full-time employee in the company, has a good relationship with her colleagues, and her work has been recognized by her boss.

Her life gradually entered a peaceful and stable state. During this period, Yao Zhi called her.

After all, she is her mother. She doesn't hate her so much anymore. Let the past be in the past. If you keep living in hatred, your life is doomed to pain and failure.

She is still young.

She also decided that no matter what happened in the future, she would take every step steadily by herself and never let others control her life.

After three years in New York, she gradually couldn't remember what the capital looked like.

In autumn, the roads in New York are covered with a layer of fiery red color, that is the red maple leaves.

She used to go out for a walk after dinner, and the charming smell in the air always made her immersed in it.

That night, she went out for a walk in the community as usual.

As soon as I walked out, suddenly, a dark shadow appeared on the street.

It's the third child.

Han Yurou hadn't seen him for a long time. The man was still the same, with no changes. He was tall, wearing a black T-shirt and jeans, but there were complicated emotions in his eyes.

There was sadness, sadness, disappointment and frustration brewing in that emotion.

Han Yurou has never seen such a third child. You know, he has always been aggressive.

"What do you want from me?" Han Yurou took the initiative.

Lao San clenched his fists: "Xiao Liu had an accident in Thailand."

"Thump!" Han Yurou's heart skipped a beat.

At that moment, she didn't know what she was feeling.

"What's wrong?"

"I thought you didn't care about Xiaoliu." The third child's attitude was cold, his eyes more like winter frost.

"Tell me what happened?" Han Yurou didn't care about his attitude.

"He was shot once, and the bullet hit his head. He was found and sent to the hospital when he was almost dead, but he never woke up." The third child choked with sobs in his throat, and the grown man's eyes were red. "He is still lying down now.

In the hospital, it is said that he has been lying in bed for half a month."

Han Yurou's breath stopped for a few seconds: "Is what you said true?"

"Oh, you woman, do I need to lie to you about this kind of thing? Besides, when have I ever lied to you? Would I make fun of my brother's life?!"

The third child was very excited. Han Yurou knew that he would not lie to her, but she just couldn't believe it.

How can a person who is so alive and kicking...

She held the corner of her clothes with her hands, her eyes widened, and she was a little at a loss: "Well, what about now?"

"What is not now! Isn't it clear what I said?!" Lao San was very irritable, "Xiao Liu is lying in the hospital now! He hasn't woken up yet! There is no one around to take care of him!"

Han Yurou was silent. Under the dim yellow light of the street lamp, her eyelashes trembled gently like butterfly wings.

"What exactly happened?" Han Yurou asked.

"How do I know? I haven't had time to go to Thailand. I am a black citizen and can't take a plane. I have to take a ferry!" The third child said, "I only received the news today. I didn't dare to tell other brothers. They

My personality is too impulsive, and I can’t be of much help. But I told you, do you understand what I mean?”

"Why do you think I will go there?" Han Yurou looked up at Lao San.
Chapter completed!