American Legendary Life

Turning off the radio, Li Zitao leaned back on the sofa and said silently: "I think this distinguished lady has forgotten the massacre of black slaves and Indians."

"Don't do this, Charlie, she's talking to you." Lawrence smirked.

"Come on! I got it with a beautiful knife." Li Zitao gave him a glance.

"Do you want to continue next?" Lawrence was a little bored recently. When he knew that Li Zitao was swiping prestige everywhere, he licked his face and followed.

"Of course, I have sponsored 120 orphanages and built 60 public libraries. Haven't I spent any money on this?"

"It seems that you have prepared the check." The library will not mention it for the time being.

Orphanage alone, as long as Li Zitao visits in person, it must be interesting.

"10, 50,000 US dollars, I think it's enough." Li Zitao in the orphanage didn't plan to go to every one.

There are 120 orphanages in 46 states. If all of them are run once, it may not be enough for the whole of August, and he must be exhausted.

"Have you chosen the right place?" Lawrence didn't come empty-handed this time.

The staff dispatched by the Rockefeller Foundation is also using this ‘charitable tour’ to raise awareness.

Li Zitao took off the darts on the wall and came to the map. After throwing them, 10 darts hit 10 locations.

"Look, now it is." Li Zitao smiled with raised eyebrows.

"..." Lawrence is well-informed in such a willful way.

Orphanage, to be honest, there is really nothing good, except miserable or miserable.

Fear, yearning, expectation, pity, numbness...

This kind of gaze appeared on a group of children between 3 and 15 years old. Li Zitao had a thousand words in his heart, but in the end he still choked, maintaining an unsightly smile and silence throughout the whole journey.

"Huh, this is really a depressing journey." Sitting in the car, Lawrence exhaled a long breath.

Dilapidated houses, weeds everywhere, moldy, damp smells everywhere.

As for those cleaned beds and kitchens, who knows what they were like in the past, Li Zitao is not God, he can't change all this.

"Back to Los Angeles, I believe there will be better." On the way back to Los Angeles, the car remained silent throughout the journey.

At 4 pm, the car stopped at the door of a church orphanage.

Most of the orphanages in this era are organized by churches, but if you think how friendly and kind it is, it is really ridiculous.

"I want to see my daughter, give it back to me..."

As soon as he got out of the car, Li Zitao saw a woman in front of the door shaking the rusty iron door frantically. There were several servants in the door, looking at her indifferently.

"Madam, your daughter is now living very well. In view of what you have done, the court will not allow you to retrieve her, don't forget your history of mental illness..."

The other party's words seemed to irritate her, and the woman shook the door harder, screaming, "I can take care of her, my Norma, and give me back my Norma..."

"Ms. Buckle?" Li Zitao asked, uncertainly.

A ghost-like face turned around, his eyes collapsed, his face black and black, and he said angrily: "Who are you? What do you want to do to me?"

"Uh..." If you remember correctly, this woman is indeed a neuropathy and can't afford it!

"Norma is currently staying in my house..." Li Zitao saw Buckle turned and rushed towards him as soon as the words fell, and the fingers with long nails pointed at his face.

"This is to give me a face!" Li Zitao had a headache when looking at Buckel, who was twisted with his backhand and still struggling, stomping his foot in his shoes.

"Let her calm down first and don't hurt her." Shaking his head helplessly, Li Zitao walked towards the **** servants who were opening the door.

"Mr. Li, you're very welcome..." The godless servant who was still expressionless just now smiled brighter than the blooming flowers when facing Li Zitao.

"Sister, has Ms. Buckle come often lately?" Li Zitao wanted to know something about the nun who was in charge of the orphanage.

"This is the third day. Her condition is getting worse and worse. May the Lord bless her..." The nun said with pity, as if the indifferent person was not her.

"Is Norma's life okay? That's a cute, pretty little girl, I really hope she can get rid of the nightmare and grow up quickly."

Hearing that the nun described Buckle as Norma’s nightmare, Li Zitao knew that the two had different views and had nothing to talk about.

After leaving a cheque of US$5,000, Li Zitao left the orphanage by car with the brilliant smiles of the servants.

Then the reporters swarmed in and interviewed the person in charge of the orphanage. The **** servants who received Li Zitao's benefits knew what they should say.

The one who left with Li Zitao was Buckel who had calmed down.

The lady was sitting in the rear car with two bodyguards between her arms, and a kerchief was stuffed in her mouth, except for the occasional "hum" that was very calm.

"If you want to talk, it is better to be quiet, otherwise I can only let people throw you out."

Back at the hotel, Li Zitao said to Buckel who was seated on the sofa by the monk.

"Um." Buckle hummed and nodded.

"Give her a glass of water." Li Zitao stepped forward to take out the kerchief in her mouth and tossed it into the trash bin.

"I want whiskey." Buckle, who was just able to speak, said politely.

"Clear water." Li Zitao ignored her request at all.

Really, a person who abuses drugs, alcohol, and neurosis needs a glass of wine. If Li Zitao will give her ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ then he may be pretended by Buckel's patient.

"Your situation doesn't look good?" Seeing Bucker took a sip, he put the glass on the table in disgust, and Li Zitao didn't care about her.

"What do you know?" Buckel said impatiently.

"I know everything about you, the abuse of drugs, alcohol, and erosive private life, between many men, and the low income that is not guaranteed..."

"Enough." Buckle growled.

"Take her to clean it up." Li Zitao was uncomfortable with the grimace.

"Come with me." The little elk came forward stupidly.

"It's better for me to come." The monk stopped her move.

After listening to Li Zitao for a long time, plus Bucker's performance, this woman does not look very safe, or let him come.

"Don't touch me." Buckel tried to struggle, but was lifted up by the monk.

Coming to the bathroom, the monk put her on the floor and said, "Wash yourself."

"FK, you perverted voyeur..." Buckle scolded, seeing that he didn't mean to go out.

"Are you coming by yourself, or will I find someone to help you?" The monk just sneered.

Voyeur, Lao Tzu will be interested in your body?

I'm sorry, you just lie down on the bed, I'm afraid I can't stand up.

After 20 minutes, wipe dry and clean, Buckle in pajamas sat on the sofa again.

"People have cleaned the bathroom, disinfected it completely, and burned all the used things." Li Zitao did not hide her aversion to her at all.

In this era, the erosion of private life is not necessarily sick.

But if it is poor and erosive, 80% of them are sick, like Buckle.

He didn't want to trouble himself, that would make his happy life distressed.