After rebirth, I became a drug addict of the paranoid boss

"A Chen,"

Regret flashed across Shiwan's eyes, and he raised his head and parted his red lips lightly.

"You still pretend that I didn't say anything, go wash up."

"How can I forget what I said?"

The corners of Fu Tingchen's mouth curled slightly, he bowed his head and hugged Shi Wan again, and walked towards the bathroom.

"Honey, I can't ask for more."

His clear black eyes had already condensed into a bottomless whirlpool.

It seemed that he wanted to suck the woman in front of him into his flesh and blood.

Shi Wan pursed her red lips and wrapped them around Fu Tingchen's neck, her face was blushing.

Fu Tingchen carried Shi Wan into the bathroom.

"Night night—"

He reached out to caress her hair, his low voice hoarse to the extreme.

"I'm here,"

Facing Fu Tingchen's gaze, Shi Wan was inexplicably nervous, and swallowed subconsciously.

"Achen."

"promise me,"

Fu Tingchen's eyes were dark and unpredictable. If you look carefully, you can find that there is a dark tide hidden in the eyes.

"Never leave me."

The voice was hoarse, with a semi-command tone.

"I promise you,"

Shi Wan's pure and beautiful eyes were full of earnestness.

"Never leave you, forever and ever."

At this moment, Fu Tingchen even wanted to give her his life.

"Um,"

Fu Tingchen put his long, white hand on the back of her head, and kissed her with absolute possessiveness.

"Never break your promise, otherwise, I will punish you."

Heart sinks inch by inch.

Shi Wan's beautiful eyes were slightly closed, and she raised her head to respond to Fu Tingchen.

You won't break your promise, Achen.

Even if I die, I will never leave you.

The air in the bathroom heats up quickly.

One night, no sleep.

-

There are many people who also stay up all night.

Different from the clear sky in Kyoto, the night in S city is full of wind and rain.

The man was sitting in a wheelchair, the pain from his legs made his veins bulge, and his face was grim.

The atmosphere around him was extremely gloomy.

Even the Buddhist beads that he often played with were thrown on the ground at this time, and he had no time to take care of them.

"gentlemen,"

The middle-aged man with a scar on his brow bone looked at this scene with worry on his face.

"I'd better go and ask the doctor to see you."

"Need not,"

The man tightly grasped the armrest with both hands, his pale face covered with cold sweat.

"If you want to be cured, it will be cured long ago. They are all a bunch of waste."

"gentlemen,"

The middle-aged man with the scar on his brow opened his mouth, wanting to persuade him again.

The man in the wheelchair had already spoken again.

"go out!"

"Do not,"

The middle-aged man with the scar on his brow bone shook his head.

"I'll be right here with you."

Before he could finish speaking, he was hit hard on the face by an ashtray.

The dull pain hit instantly.

The middle-aged man with the scar on his brow bone resisted the pain and dared not make a sound.

"I say it again, get out,"

The man's voice was as gloomy as if it was squeezed out of his throat.

"Could it be that you also think that I'm disabled now, and what I say doesn't work anymore?"

Having said that, the middle-aged man with the scar on his brow bone certainly didn't dare to stay any longer.

"The subordinate dare not, the subordinate will go out now."

While speaking, he nodded and walked out quickly.

There was only one person left in the room for a moment.

The man looked at the rain curtain outside the window, his eyes dark and cold to the extreme.

Every time this kind of weather came, the same picture would involuntarily appear in front of his eyes.

Dark basement.

Pungent bloody smell.

Inexorable pain.

And Fu Tingchen's handsome face half hidden in the shadows.

The man's eyes hidden behind the gold-rimmed glasses gradually turned red.

Fu Tingchen.

I want you to die without a place to bury you! !