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C11 Missed

Zhao Yueran stood at the door, reflecting on her humble begging look. Suddenly, she heard a heart-wrenching cry coming from upstairs, and she hurriedly ran upstairs. However, before she could run a few steps, she saw her mother, Bao Yanyun, furiously grabbing Zhao Yilin's hand as she angrily walked down the stairs. "Ran, wait for me in Grandma's room."

"Oh." Seeing Zhao Yilin's tear-stricken face, Zhao Yueran quickly withdrew her gaze, a strange feeling appearing in her heart.

Zhao Yilin was pushed out of the door. She staggered and fell to her knees on the stone floor. Gedeng, it must have been painful, but she remained expressionless.

"Hurry up and go. From now on, you no longer have any relationship with the Zhao Family. Don't come if you have anything to do."

"I'm going to Grandma's funeral."

"Huh?" "Since the day you were taken away by your uncle, you should have known that the Zhao family does not lack a daughter like you, and your grandma does not need a granddaughter like you. You are not qualified to attend the funeral."

Zhao Yilin knew that from the moment her grandma left, her last connection with the Zhao Family was severed. There would be a lot of industry people at the funeral, and she would never allow her to be there, to be remembered or discussed as a mistress.

She lowered her head and let her heart sink into the mud.

When Bao Yanyun saw that she didn't say anything, she signaled the servant to hurry up and chase her away.

Zhao Yilin shook off the servant's hand and walked away, step by step, while enduring the pain in her leg.

At this moment, the surroundings were already lit up by the dim light. Zhao Yilin looked at the distant door of the Zhao Family home, her mind filled with the sweet memories of her life with her grandmother.

At that moment, a black car came from the horizon and finally stopped beside Zhao Yilin through the thin fog. However, Zhao Yilin didn't notice and continued to move forward like a puppet.

"Child, are you Wu Yaqin's daughter?"

Hearing someone mention her mother's name, Zhao Yilin turned around and saw a thin old man with a head full of white hair looking at her with a serious expression.

"Yes."

Huo Qiang lamented in his heart, "I've grown up. In a blink of an eye, so many years have passed."

Is she my mother's old friend? Zhao Yilin tried hard to recall, but she couldn't remember anything.

Just then, another man got out of the black car. He opened his black umbrella and walked over to the old man. "Grandpa," he said.

"Ye Lin, she's Wu Yali's daughter."

Zhao Yilin took a step back, thinking she had seen a ghost.

Surprise flashed through Huo Yelin's eyes. Seeing her reaction, the corners of his mouth curled up. "So it's her."

Huo Qiang asked, "What? You two know each other?"

Huo Yelin: "OK."

"I don't know him."

The two of them said different answers almost at the same time.

Zhao Yilin was both embarrassed and ashamed. "If there's anything, I'll be leaving first. Goodbye grandpa." She bowed and turned away.

Huo Yelin said in a low voice, "It's raining. Grandfather, please go to the Zhao Family first. I'll send her back."

Huo Qiang said, "Alright, it's not safe for a girl like her to go back. "Oh right, you should take care of her too much. She must have suffered a lot in the past few years."

"Don't worry Grandpa, I'll definitely take good care of her."

The word "take care" was bitten by him until it became extremely ambiguous, as if two cherries were in his mouth. Zhao Yilin trembled in fear. She hastened her steps, trying to distance herself from the devil.

Unfortunately, not long after, Huo Yelin's car followed him like a shadow. Zhao Yelin was limping along the sidewalk, gritting her teeth.

"Get in." Huo Yelin's tone was not a discussion, but an order. Zhao Yilin's heart skipped a beat and she clenched her teeth as she walked forward. She didn't want to get into his car, and she wasn't in the mood to get into it with him either.

Outside the car, the sky brightened up even more. Due to the two buttons on Zhao Yelin's shirt snapping open, a patch of snow-white was revealed. Huo Yelin's eyes followed her and landed on her injured knee. Blood dried up, leaving two dark red marks.

His brows tightened as he said in a deep voice, "You didn't get on the carriage because you didn't dare to, or because you overthought things."

Zhao Yilin felt even more disgusted and quickly walked to the side of the road to call a taxi. Soon, a taxi pulled to the side and asked her where she was going.

"Go to blue mountain sector A"

The driver waved his hand, "Blue Mountain is too far. I'm not going."

"Hey, wait!"

Huo Yelin calmly sat in the car. Seeing that she was embarrassed and angry and didn't want to throw a tantrum in front of him, he knocked on the car window. "Come here, don't force me to get out of the car to treat you."

Zhao Yelin slowly turned her head. Huo Yelin's car was clearly one-way glass, but she could still see his hungry face and the cold anger coming out from behind the window.

Zhao Yilin knew he was in a tough spot, so she decided to give up on running. She stopped a taxi in front of him and asked, "Where's the beauty?"

"Anywhere!" Zhao Yilin quickly jumped into the car, locked the door, and rolled up the window. "Master, let's go!"

"Alright." The driver stepped on the accelerator and the car quickly left the roadside and entered the driveway.

Zhao Yelin was panting heavily. Seeing that Huo Yelin's black Mercedes-Benz did not follow her, she finally heaved a sigh of relief.

After everything quieted down, the sadness that had been suppressed deep within his heart surged once again. She put her hand to her eyes, and the tears rolled down her cheeks. Grandmother was gone. She was an orphan.

A real orphan is not someone who has no parents, but someone whom no one loves.

Zhao Yelin rolled up the window, hoping that the cold wind would make her feel better. However, halfway down the window, the shiny black Mercedes-Benz suddenly appeared. Huo Yelin sat in the driver's seat with a cold expression and turned to look at her.

With a single glance, she knew that if he got angry, the consequences would be dire!

Ah!" Master, run, quickly speed up! " Zhao Yelin let out a scream and wanted to roll up the window, but Huo Yelin pointed at her, then clenched his fist and pushed his thumb down.

Of course she understood what he meant: Get out of the car!

"Huo Yelin, my grandmother just passed away. I don't have the mood to play with you! Can you let me off! "

Huo Yelin gave her a deep stare as he held the steering wheel and looked straight ahead. The Mercedes-Benz suddenly rushed out and made a 180 degree turn.

The taxi driver urinated on the spot and slammed on the brakes. Fortunately, it was early in the morning and there weren't many cars on the road. The two cars stopped in the middle of the road and stared at each other for a few seconds.

Huo Yelin opened the car door and quickly walked to the taxi. "Get out."

Zhao Yilin took a deep breath, quickly unbuckled her seat belt, and opened the car door. This man was the devil, the madman!

She kept cursing in her heart, but she still stood obediently by his side, not daring to run anymore.

Huo Yelin glanced at her and walked to his car. Zhao Yelin quickly followed.

As soon as they got on the car, the sound of sirens came from behind. Zhao Youlan thought that the traffic police were here and turned around happily, hoping that they would hurry up and capture Huo Yelin.

Unexpectedly, the police car stopped beside the taxi. After getting off the car, the police officer directly cuffed the taxi driver and took him away without even looking at them.

"What's going on? It wasn't him who broke the traffic rules, it was... "How about others?"

Huo Yelin looked at her in disdain before starting the car. "Do you usually not watch the news?"

"I haven't seen it lately."

"The driver just raped and killed three women."

Zhao Yilin: "?"

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