Chapter 37 Poisonous Love
"I'm sorry, there is no need for that." Pan Hongsheng gave him a faint look and slowly walked to the edge of the platform.
"Ah! What are you doing!" The middle-aged man was stunned: "Don't think about it! Come back!"
But Pan Hong rose to the side and jumped down!
The middle-aged man rushed over and took a look, but the road below was empty. Where was the other party?
He suddenly remembered Cao Xiu, who had collapsed on the ground, and suddenly turned his head.
Cao Xiu lay straight on the ground, and the corners of his mouth began to foam.
As soon as I looked at the pulse, the other party was already depressed, and it seemed that he couldn't live.
How could it be like this?
The middle-aged man was stunned: the boy just gently kicked him. Wouldn't he be beaten like this?
How did he know that Cao Xiu was born with a weak body and was usually spoiled. Just now, he was angry and scared, and he was so scared to death.
The green bile flowed out of the corners of his mouth, and the boss of the financial company turned around anxiously: It's over! It's a big deal! If it only hurts the face of the young master, it's not a big hatred. Now he died in his company. Although he didn't kill himself, several people's bodies are lying here. Will the Cao family let him go?
In panic, he didn't care about collecting property. He hurried to the office to get some cash and gold, and just wanted to run away!
But when he walked out of the company with that little weakness, he suddenly thought of a question: Where can I go? This little money on you is not enough, even if you go to the poorest Southeast Asian country!
This kind of smuggling needs the help of the local mafia, which is very expensive. Even if those guys keep their promises and help them get their local resident identity certificates, the remaining money is not enough to live on their own.
Do you want to wander and beg in a foreign country?
Thinking of this, he crossed his heart: In this case, it's better not to do two things...
A few hours later, a Toyota van appeared at the gate of Cao's courtyard, and the bodyguard in front of the door naturally stopped it.
But after seeing the people inside, they all looked like earth: young master! How did the young master become like this?
"What are you still doing?! The young master doesn't have much time. Let him see the master for the last time!" The middle-aged man with long temples shouted impatiently, "If you delay the time, let you all die!"
"Who are you?" Although this threat really scared everyone, the captain of the bodyguard still asked conscientiously, "I haven't seen you. Are you a friend of the young master?"
"I'm the boss of the finance company, Zhao Xiaoping, open the door quickly!"
The captain of the bodyguard checked the car and let it go after there was nothing strange.
"Mr. Cao! Mr. Cao! Come and see the young master for the last time!" Zhao Xiaoping shouted like a crying father all the way, which made many Cao family members who followed him convinced that he was his own.
The momentum of the Cao family's courtyard really made Zhao Xiaoping's heart tremble. This area of luxury house is enough to build two national gymnasiums...
He didn't know how the Cao family got such a large land door in this era of land and land was extremely tight, but as a businessman, he roughly estimated that this building alone cost at least 1 billion yuan!
Of course, this number does not include decoration, items and post-projects.
The Cao Family Hall is like the hall of the royal family, magnificent.
Compared with him, those so-called big people in the capital are simply small fights. Everything in the hall is made of Jinsinan wood. This kind of furniture is not calculated by piece, but by weight.
It is said that Emperor Qianlong of the Qing Dynasty was intoxicated with this kind of golden silk nanmu, and even stole the wood from the tomb of the Ming Dynasty.
Jinsi Nanmu, which has always been a special product of the royal family, now appears everywhere in the Cao family courtyard, even the pavilion where the bonsai is placed. The floor of the hall is Jinsi Nan wooden!
Zhao Xiaoping tremblingly estimated the value of these golden nanmu, but still shouted, "Mr. Cao! Mr. Cao! Come and see your son for the last time!"
Suddenly, people around him bent down, and a silent sense of depression instantly occupied the whole hall.
Zhao Xiaoping was stunned and saw a short, dark-bearded old man wearing a robe and slowly coming out from behind.
His beard is like a steel needle, and his hair is black. Hard. Thick. Short. A pair of eyes are like a ghost fire in the night, with a strange light in the silence.
Cao Xiong!
Cao Tianang's youngest son is also the only son who survived the war. He is almost 50 years old to have Cao Xiu, a subordinate. He is especially loved by his old son. He has devoted all his efforts to this son, and has not let him suffer any grievances since he was a child.
Looking at Cao Xiong coming towards him with an expressionless face, Zhao Xiaoping's calf was a little stiff: Why does this man still look like this at the age of 70...
The dark hair and beard look like they are just in their early thirties, especially the look in their eyes, which is simply like a bloody young man!
"Mr. Cao, come and see the young master for the last time..." Zhao Xiaoping suddenly felt like a clown. The other party's solemn expression and as if nothing had happened made him feel a little wrong.
"The person is dead. What's the last time you see?" Cao Xiong's words surprised everyone present!
He reached under Cao Xiu's nose with one hand and explored his pulse again.
Zhao Xiaoping felt like he was in a dream: Didn't he say that Mr. Cao always regarded him like a pearl in his palm? Why...so indifferent?
Looking at the other party's posture, it seemed that he was checking the condition of an unknown person. The calmness and disdain made him confused.
"People died an hour ago, right?" After checking, Cao Xiong made a judgment like a surgeon.
"Maybe... It will take at least three or four hours to get here from the capital..."
Zhao Xiaoping kept comforting himself: It's okay. No matter how divine he is, he will not know the situation at that time! Besides, I have nothing to do with his killing. It will be all right!
Cao Xiong's eyes are like a scalpel, analyzing the middle-aged man with long temples little by little.
After a long time, he smiled.
He actually laughed!
The old and young people under the hall are puzzled: What's the matter, my lord? Is it too sad and crazy?
Good death! It's finally such a day!
Who knows the deepest pain hidden in Cao Xiong's heart?
On the surface, he is majestic. He built his own family empire with the reputation of the old master, and almost monopolized the whole of communication, energy and luxury real estate sales in Hebei Province, but who would have thought that this man with everything only lacked what all men have?
Cao Xiong is naturally short and weak.
His life. Root development seems to have stayed in the teenage stage of eleven or twelve years old and has never grown up.
Maybe God was jealous that he had too much, so he took it away.
This is very critical, representing the dignity of men and the continuation of the family.
These people below are mostly foreign relatives and collaterals. These nephews and nieces who are waiting to inherit a lot of property, these nephews and cousins, and these relatives who can't win are waiting for one thing, that is, he burp, and then they all have the right to divide the property.
He married nine wives in his life, but in the end they all became decorations.
Because Cao Xiong, who stared outside and scared the local officials, even couldn't complete a normal bed. Bottom. The joy!
The last wife brought him a surprise.
But this surprise immediately turned into a thunderstorm on a sunny day!
When his wife finished her confinement, his diagnosis report came out.
The doctor was very cautious about this report, and it took three years.
The final test result is "**organ. Sexual atrophy and loss of fertility.
Cao Xiong, who had just enjoyed a month of joy, immediately suffered several times more anger, hatred and unforgettable pain!
Without much effort, he found the adulterer and killed him by the most cruel means.
When he put the body of the adulterer in front of his wife with a roller, his wife immediately fainted.
Cao Xiong didn't sleep for a few days and nights. He has been thinking about how to execute this woman, a woman who dares to cuckold him!
The greatest torture he felt was to keep this woman in the horror of death all his life, but he didn't give her a judgmental knife.
This kind of torture did not last long, because he was dragged down by this consumption.
Seeing the woman he once loved, the woman who used to kiss and caress was locked in the basement, with rotten legs and dull eyes. Every time he was hurt much less than the other party.
He has lost a lot of weight in three months, and his face is haggard.
But the woman who betrayed her was still fearless. She just muttered to him, "How can you treat us? If you are a man, don't hurt the child."
For this sentence, he raised this son for 23 years.
But hatred and anger have always made it difficult for him to let go. Cao Xiong, who is deeply in the city, treats the child in the most cruel way, that is, doting.
An unconditional and unrestrained love.
This practice has two benefits. The first is that people will not doubt the child's source, and the second is that this kind of doting is like a blunt knife, killing the child little by little.
When he punched his nanny for the first time, injured someone for the first time, and committed a murder for the first time, Cao Xiong's face did not change.
His purpose is very clear. This trend is what he wants to see most. The child is approaching self-destruction at full speed.