He is more fickle than Fengyue

Her voice was hoarse crying.

Lu Beichen's lips were tightly pressed into a line, and he didn't say anything, nor did he respond.

She raised her hand with difficulty, and gently stroked his cheeks, his eyebrows, the bridge of his nose, and his lips.

He had a bit of stubble on his chin, and he was pricking her delicate fingers, but she giggled, the tears in her eyes twinkled like stars in the sky.

Bo Yan thought she was dreaming, because Lu Beichen in reality would not allow her to do such a bold act, and would not look at her with such hurt eyes.

"I'm dreaming again..."

"It's great to dream of you..."

The wrist was suddenly clenched, and the man's strength was astonishing. Bo Yan frowned in pain, moaning and crying, saying that he hurt her, just like when he was a teenager, he always looked delicate in front of him.

He pinched her jaw instead, preventing her from dodging, and was forced to look at him.

His eyes were very black, a color that was bottomless, and he fixed his eyes firmly on hers, "Bo Yan, let me ask you, why did you betray me in the first place?"

"You kept saying you liked me, but why did you discard me like trash after I was disabled?"

"Why should I turn around and fall into another person's arms when I am in the most pain?"

What is he saying?

Why does Bo Yan feel that she doesn't understand, not even a single punctuation mark?

She tilted her head and looked at this face inexplicably, her eyes full of doubts.

She thought this dream was really weird, even Lu Beichen in the dream became weird.

"What kind of eyes are you looking at? Bo Yan, I want you to answer me, not for you to look at me with such eyes."

"Say, why?"

"Say it--"

Unable to get an answer, he almost ran away, shaking her shoulders fiercely, forcing her to answer his question, "Why did you do this? Why did you treat me so cruelly?"

"Lu Beichen, Lu Beichen, stop quickly, I want to vomit!" Bo Yan was shaken by Lu Beichen so that his stomach was overwhelmed, and one of them couldn't hold back, and vomited directly on him.

The smell of alcohol immediately filled the air.

Just when Lu Beichen was stunned, Bo Yan pushed him away with unknown strength, and rushed into the bathroom covering his mouth.

The next second, the sound of vomiting came.

The puddle of wetness on his chest woke Lu Beichen up, and the corners of his mouth curled up, full of sarcasm and hatred.

Day and night these years, he really hated it, hated Bo Yan so much.

Hate her for being ruthless, hate her for being a snake and a scorpion, hate him for killing his parents, hate her for doing all the bad things and still pester him lingeringly! !

When Song Qianqian called, Lu Beichen just got out of bed and was about to leave, no longer caring about Bo Yan's life and death, "What's wrong, Qianqian?"

"Brother Beichen, I have a video here, I don't know if I should send it to you?" Song Qianqian hesitated, "Yes, it's about my sister..."

Eyebrows moved slightly, "Send it here."

Song Qianqian said cautiously, "It was taken by Shiqi, and they made a fool of themselves, brother Beichen, don't be angry when you see it..."

After Lu Beichen hung up the phone, the video had already been sent, so he clicked on it.

The sound of music, the noisy booing sound, penetrated into the eardrum in an instant.

"Okay, okay, let them kiss first, a kiss to confirm love."

"Kiss one, kiss one!!"

In the video, although the light is dim, Lu Beichen can still clearly see the entangled figure of Bo Yan and the strange man. There are so many people around, but they have no scruples, crazy intimacy, and the picture is explosive.

"Heh, heh!" He laughed angrily.

The phone hit the wall, and it was torn apart. A piece of debris scratched his cheek, and blood seeped out.

His chest was heaving and heaving, and even breathing was difficult, so he raised his hand and tore off his tie. Because of too much force, he even tore off a few buttons of his shirt and collapsed on the floor.

Even so, his breathing was still not smooth, so he simply tore off his shirt, left his upper body naked like this, kicked open the door of the bathroom, dragged the dying woman who fell on the ground, and threw her to the washstand beside her. superior.

The bones in her waist hit the corners, and Bo Yan groaned in pain, "Mmm..."

"It hurts!"

She half-folded her eyelids, seeming coquettish, "Lu Beichen, you hurt me."

He saw the wound on her lips again. He didn't pay attention to it before. If he hadn't watched the video, he wouldn't have known that she was so horny and despicable in front of other men.

It was exactly the same as back then...

The dried blood on it was really dazzling, poking his eyes like needles frantically.

His eyes turned violently red for a moment, he pulled the towel aside, and wiped his lips fiercely.

She screamed in pain, "Lu Beichen, what are you doing, I'm in pain."

This time, it was useless for her to cry out in pain, or to struggle. On the contrary, Lu Beichen intensified.

Bo Yan's lips became like a piece of dirt, and he rubbed them with a towel repeatedly, desperately, the pain was so hot that tears flowed from the pain.

As soon as she cried, he yelled at her viciously, "You still have the guts to cry, you bitch, you can't live without a man, can you?"

"What are you talking about, let me go."

He didn't let it go, as if he wanted to wipe the dirt off her mouth.

But if it can't be wiped clean, those pictures are like a nightmare, haunting him every second, even if her lips are scratched, red and swollen, bloodshot continuously oozing out, he still feels unclean.

"Lu Beichen..."

"Don't call me by my name!!" He blocked her lips fiercely and disgustedly, preventing her from calling out his name again, preventing her from making any sound.

She was in more pain, and instinctively closed her mouth tightly, refusing to accept his invasion and torture, but he forcefully pried her lips open, as if to block all the hatred back.

In fact, she is not conscious, just like a child, only knows that it hurts, only knows to cry.

In the end, she was pressed against the washstand, and he completely ignored her pain, tore her dress, and possessed her almost brutally from behind.

Her body was not emotional, the dryness made him feel the same pain, and there was thick sweat on his forehead, but he didn't care, his whole body was already dazzled by hatred and jealousy.

He grabbed her hair and rampaged through her body, forcing her to raise her head and see her own face in the mirror, "Bo Yan, take a good look at me, and see clearly how you got hurt by me Do it!!"

"Hmm..." Bo Yan let out a sob in her throat.

Through the mirror, she saw that she was tortured beyond human appearance, so weak and miserable, so innocent and pitiful, just like a delicate flower, being destroyed wantonly by the violent storm.

Bo Yan should be angry and cursed, but that should also be when she was sober. Right now, Bo Yan, whose brain is controlled by alcohol, sees this scene and feels hot all over, completely out of instinct.

Feeling her wetness, he sneered and mocked, "Bo Yan, you are so cheap, so you can feel it."

"No..." Bo Yan sobbed and whimpered, not knowing whether it was pain or happiness, when Lu Beichen thought that she had also been emotional under someone else, his hatred burned like a raging fire, and his movements intensified.

"Boyan..." He clasped her chin and forcibly pressed her face, "Tell me, who has a better job between me and him? Makes you more comfortable?"

Bo Yan half-closed her eyes in confusion, "He..."

Who is he?

One word of his was enough to make Lu Beichen furious, and he directly covered her mouth, unwilling to hear those embarrassing words again, and said with deep hatred, "Bo Yan, go to hell—"

He really wanted her to die.

It also used enough strength to kill her.

Until late at night, everything was peaceful.