Royal flower city

Chapter 268: I am your mother!

Villa back garden.

green trees.lawn.Stone paved path.

A hundred flowers bloom, fragrant and charming, and the scenery is too beautiful to behold.

The warm sun is shining high above the sky, which makes people feel comfortable and lazy.

Under a wisteria vine, a young man was sitting at an extremely beautiful wooden table. On the table was a plate of rich and nutritious breakfast and a cup of fresh milk.

Beside him stood a middle-aged man with a mustache.Black suit and leather boots, wearing a white shirt and a small black bow tie, with a straight body, holding a square plate in his hand, standing respectfully on the spot and looking forward.

It was obvious that he had just brought breakfast to the young man.

It should have been an extremely enjoyable morning, but the young man didn't seem to be happy about it.Because after the breakfast was delivered, he didn't look at it at all, but his face was tense, as if he was about to burst into anger.

"How long are you going to lock me up?"

There was a loud bang.

Finally, the young man couldn't take it anymore, he slammed the table and yelled at the mustache next to him.

"..." Mustache blinked his eyelids, his expression remained the same, and he didn't speak.

"What exactly do you want?" Hu Zhaolin was furious.He just couldn't stand this guy's attitude.In the past few days, he has always had this tepid, dead fish face, and he didn't answer the questions, which is really hateful.

Ever since he got drunk in the wine box last time, when he woke up again, he had arrived at this strange place.

He wants to get out, there are guards.

He asked where, but no one answered.

Originally, he really wanted to find a chance to escape quietly.But he found that the guards here were heavily guarded, with people guarding both inside and outside, and equipped with several ferocious hounds.

He knows taekwondo himself, he once thought of knocking down a person, and then hijacked him to leave here.

However, when he made a move, he realized that the taekwondo he had practiced for more than 20 years could not do a single move in the hands of these people. He was shocked and stupid.

Therefore, he could only give up and despair.

At first, he thought it was kidnapping and extortion, but more than a week later, there was still no movement.Moreover, apart from not speaking, these people did not have other violent acts. Instead, they served very attentively and still lived like young masters.

fine wine.Food.And great views.

No matter what request he has, as long as he asks, these people will satisfy him.

Of course, the only bad thing is that he is absolutely not allowed to step out of this villa.

He said he was bored and wanted to go out to relax.They took him to this spacious and beautiful back garden.Although it is not as big as Hu's back garden, it takes half an hour to walk through it.

In the first few days, he still felt a little strange, anyway, staying in Hu's house made him very depressed.Although you lost your freedom here, there is no danger, and it is very relaxing.

However, after a full week he felt bored.He really couldn't stand wandering around the same place every day, he was already tired of it.Besides, there is nothing interesting here, it is extremely boring.

He wanted to go out for a drink, find some like-minded friends and go crazy.

He can no longer bear the hellish life here, no fun, no fun.The same thing is repeated every day, no one talks to him, and no one tells him why he is locked here and what is his purpose.

This kind of isolation from the world seems to be in hell, forever trapped in reincarnation and unable to be reborn.

If this continues, he will go crazy, and he feels that he has reached his limit.

Mustache raised his arm to look at his watch, and finally spoke. This was the first sentence in more than a week. He said: "The person who wants to see you should be here soon."

"Who is it?" Hu Zhaolin asked anxiously.He actually felt a little pleasantly surprised. After so long, he finally heard the first person other than himself speak. This feeling gave him a wonderful sense of relaxation.

"..." Mustache was silent.The dead fish face was restored again.

"You're dumb! Why didn't you say anything?" Hu Zhaolin almost vomited blood, this bastard made him even more entangled if he said it than if he didn't.

The feeling is that this uncle can't bear Hu Zhaolin's nagging, so he kindly said something to comfort him?

But if he stopped halfway through the speech, it was even more frustrating. Looking at Hu Zhaolin's expression of wanting to kill someone, he knew that the effect was very bad, very bad.

"You~ damn it." Hu Zhaolin couldn't help but swear. "Don't eat, I'll go back to my room to rest."

He flicked his arms, turned angrily and walked towards the big house.

Mustache glanced slightly, then quietly lowered his head and picked up the breakfast on the table, as if what Hu Zhaolin just scolded had nothing to do with him at all.

"Ah... I can't take it anymore."

Hu Zhaolin's crazy roar suddenly came from the room, the sound was astonishing and deafening, it seemed that he was really going crazy.

Mustache, who was clearing the dining table, frowned slightly, and his eardrums were hurt by Hu Zhaolin's roar.

"Swish!"

The headset worn by the mustache suddenly responded, and then a man's voice came out of the headset: "The person has arrived, go and open the door."

"Understood." Mustache replied while touching the headset.Then he put down the cutlery on the table, turned and walked towards the big house.

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"Clang!"

"Clang!"

"Oh!"

The vases, tables and chairs, glass cabinets, etc. in the room, as long as they could be smashed and thrown, were swept away by Hu Zhaolin crazily.He wanted to vent his dissatisfaction, the invisible sense of oppression made him lose his normalcy.

At this moment, he just wanted to roar, just want to smash, frantically swaying every cell in his body until he was exhausted and all the suffocation was vented, otherwise he would not be able to calm the boredom impulse in his heart.

If he tried his best to suppress that anger, he was afraid that he would really go crazy...

Originally, I wanted to find someone to be a punching bag to practice, but I thought that I couldn't beat them, and I was afraid that I would be taught a lesson instead.So he can only go back to the house and take all the unsightly things in the house as the target of venting.

"Ah ah ah..."

"Bang!"

Hu Zhaolin roared again, picked up an ashtray and threw it at the door hatefully. After the ashtray fell to the ground, there was another crisp "clang" sound.

crunch--

At this time, the door just opened.

The man with the mustache just now pushed open the door, and he was slightly shocked by the messy room in front of him.

The things in the room were tilted here and there, tables and chairs, scraps of paper, shards of glass, etc., were everywhere, as if a big war had happened.

"What are you looking at! Even if you kill me now, I'm not afraid." Hu Zhaolin yelled at the mustache.He is in a fit of anger right now, so it doesn't matter so much.I want to vent when I see something unpleasant.

He is now in the state of blowing his nose and staring, his face is hot and red, and his eyeballs are even bloodshot, which is very frightening.

The mustache looked up at Hu Zhaolin who was out of breath, but he didn't get angry because of it, and still said in a low voice: "The person who saw you is here."

"I don't see anyone." Hu Zhaolin suddenly waved his hand to refuse, and shouted with wide-eyed eyes. "Kill Lao Tzu if you have the ability!"

These people are horrible, shut themselves up for so long.Why do you want them to be proud, I am not happy to see you today, and it will make you unhappy once.

"..." Mustache frowned slightly, his face darkened.

"Let me talk to him."

Just when Mustache was about to erupt, a woman's voice sounded behind him.

"Yes." Mustache held back his anger, and stepped aside respectfully.

Then, a beautiful middle-aged woman appeared at the door, with bright eyebrows and elegant temperament.It's just that the expression is a little cold, making people afraid to approach at will.

"Who are you?" Hu Zhaolin roared.

"I am your mother."