I Became the Villain’s Own Daughter

Completely ignoring the little black dog at his feet who was staring at him.

I pulled the rope again and tried the strength of the rope to make sure it wouldn't break easily.

The cold-faced man seemed finally satisfied.

He slightly hooked his thin lips, and patted the little girl's head with his big pale hand:

"Okay, let's run."

Hearing this, the little loli, wearing a small camouflage uniform with two ponytails, jumped and ran away happily.

Dog training soldier: "..."

Song Qingwan turned her head to see this scene like walking a dog, she turned her head and forgot what the old man told her to talk less.

Instantly widened his eyes, his voice trembled:

"Stinky... stinky boy! What are you doing?"

Lu Junhan lifted his indifferent eyes, the rope was wound around his fair and slender index finger a few times, his expression was extra calm and calm:

"Obviously, I'm taking the kids."

"..."

Do you have the fucking face to say it again?

What are you bringing?

Song Qingwan felt a big trough in her heart, and looked at him blankly:

"If I'm not mistaken, what you're holding should be a dog leash."

The "dog" in "Walking the Dog", she bit extra hard, as if she was afraid that Lu Junhan wouldn't be able to hear it.

Lu Junhan's expression was as calm and calm as always, without any change: "No, you are wrong."

Song Qingwan: "..."

Dog training soldier: "..."

The little girl loves to run around, has strong energy, and is very curious about everything.

Crouch down and touch the wild grass growing on the side of the road, lie down on the cold floor where people can be seen, and even take a few more glances at the murals on the walls.

The rope is only so long.

Therefore, the little girl who ran to the front had to stop from time to time, and turned her head to urge her father to walk faster, otherwise she would not be able to walk.

Lu Junhan thought it was too troublesome, so he handed the rope to Song Qingwan, and told her to be optimistic about the little girl who was running around.

Song Qingwan was ecstatic in her heart, but on the surface she took it with a calm face, and said forcibly:

"Oh, I took a closer look and found that I was indeed wrong. This is actually an ordinary rope."

The dog-training soldier said, I don't quite understand the thoughts of your rich people.

This building looks simple from the outside, but in fact, there are several roads inside, and at the end of the several roads, there are several more roads, and the whole is like a maze.

Safety is safety, but in the event of a fire, you can't run away.

Song Qingwan said that she was not envious at all, really.

In the end, it was the little black dog who was snatched by Lu Junhan and led the way.

Coupled with the fact that the old man kept swiping his ID card in front of them, they entered one steel door after another——

Finally, come to the innermost room.

There's only them here, no one else.

The floor in the hallway is smooth and recognizable, but it is completely cold and empty, without any popularity.

The air and time seemed to be completely frozen here.

Everything became very quiet.

But just because it was too quiet, it seemed to be vague, and the sound of the "dididi-" instrument in the room could still be heard.

"This is……"

Suddenly, Song Qingwan seemed to have guessed something, her pupils suddenly tightened, and her heart couldn't stop beating wildly!

Suddenly, tears came to my eyes.

She covered her mouth and stared at the room, her choked voice trembling violently:

"What, what is this place?"

Lu Junhan narrowed his eyes slightly, his dark eyes deepened.

The little girl blinked and pursed her lips. Although she was also curious, she was sensible and silent.

The old man stood at the door, always dignified and meticulous, and his old face showed a slight decay for the first time.

Even the steel body that was as straight and unyielding as a blade showed a bit of vicissitudes and sadness after the right and wrong.

He didn't say anything, just opened the door.

The old, hoarse voice could not hear any emotion: "Come in first."

Song Qingwan didn't seem to be able to wait any longer, she didn't care about anything, it seemed that there was only this room in her eyes.

After a few strides, he walked to the door.

At this moment, she had waited for more than 20 years. When she knew that she was about to die, she was still imagining that there would be such a day, and there was not a day she never thought about.

But at this moment, she was a little afraid.

If my brother hadn't died, then in the past twenty years, why didn't he come to them?

Yeah, if he could, how could he not come to them.

Song Qingwan raised her eyes dazedly.

At a glance, I saw a handsome man lying on the bed, who looked like Lu Junhan, but his face was more mature and stable.

The years seemed to be stuck on him for twenty years.

Except for the extremely morbid pallor on his face, everything else on his face was the same as Song Qingwan's memory of the omnipotent brother—

Exactly the same.

She couldn't hold back for a while, closed her eyes, and burst into tears.

Really brother!

My brother really didn't die!

At the last glance, she really...really saw it.

If there was a sky, Song Qingwan would probably kneel down with great gratitude and kowtow a few times.

And the other side.

Lu Junhan's dark eyes also fell on Lu Qidong on the bed.

When he was 5 years old and approaching 6 years old, Lu Qidong died in a car accident, and he does not have a deep memory of him.

But always remember that he was a good father.

Lu Junhan's feelings for Lu Qidong were not as profound as Song Qingwan's for more than ten years, and he quickly regained his senses.

He pursed his thin lips and glanced at the old man, his light voice was a little indifferent:

"Give you three minutes to explain."

The little girl looked at it and didn't know what to say, so she nodded desperately by her father's side: "Yes! Explain!"

Old man: "..."

Two little bastards, how dare you be so arrogant in my territory?

"Yes, Dad! What the hell is going on here?"

Song Qingwan also managed to calm down, but her eyes were still red.

She gritted her teeth, went over and pushed Lu Qidong, calling him a few times without answering.

With a trembling voice, he turned his head and asked, "And, brother, why did he..."

The old man sighed, probably seeing Lu Qidong like this a lot.

He was much calmer than Song Qingwan.

But what she said made Song Qingwan's eyes tighten suddenly:

"It's useless. He's in a vegetative state. No matter how much you push him, he won't wake up."

Song Qingwan seemed to have lost her soul in an instant and was stunned in place.

She looked at Lu Qidong on the bed and murmured:

"Zhi, vegetative, how can it be, how can it be vegetative..."

The next second, her body trembled violently, her eyes were red, and she choked:

"Dad...what the hell is going on here..."

"I……"

"Come on! Can you stop chirping like that! Can't you be like a man?"

Old man: "..."

If it weren't for the circumstances, I would have to beat you to death!

The old man was in a hurry and stopped procrastinating, and stated directly: