Prison Building I

There is a very old saying that goes like this: The farthest distance in the world is not between life and death, but when I am right in front of you, but you don't know that I love you.

Tagore's distance is really open to question, is it the distance of face to face, the distance of a street, or the distance of two cars?

"Mercedes!"

Sheng Yin opened the car window with some excitement, and stared at the black car body speeding up in the distance with radiant eyes. Flashing by, the place passing by is like a whirlwind sweeping across the face, Sheng Yin only remembers the astonishment and slightly dim light passing by, hitting people's hearts at a merciless speed, and he doesn't know why he is a little panicked.

We all know that dead things have no emotion/color at all, but the weird and unusual posture of this car made Sheng Yin feel a kind of panic that slowly spread in his heart.Somewhat involuntarily, or some kind of telepathy, he suddenly turned his head and glanced at the drowsy Jianglou.

The lonely and arrogant Mercedes does not leave a little room for people to see it clearly, and all the breathtaking and excellent qualities are hidden behind thick glass.I don't know if it's its owner who is narrow-minded and quick-tempered, or something that makes it have to race against time.

"The one who just passed by seems to be Ling Luo."

Sheng Yin stared at Jianglou, and this sentence came out of his mouth. He Lin, who was lying behind him, sat up in shock. He turned his face to the back like a conditioned reflex to look for the person Sheng Yin said, but it was in vain. No gain.Even if his neck stiffened and his eyes stared straight, he would never catch a glimpse of that black shadow again.

"Even he can't catch up."

He Lin looked at the sunset that he could no longer look at, turned around in relief, and reached out to touch Jianglou's forehead, which was still a little hot. He habitually fumbled for the medicine box, and suddenly said: "I forgot the medicine box." Take it!"

Sheng Yin turned his head and glanced at him, his eyes were deep, this kind of undisguised inquiry made He Lin a little helpless, he sighed, and finally said in compromise: "What do you want to ask..."

"Everything about him."

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The small compartment was really stuffy. Even though the air conditioner was turned to the lowest temperature, there was still severe chest tightness. The heat and restlessness filled the entire compartment, and even people's breathing became disordered.

It's not so much that the body width that Mercedes is proud of is too small, it's better to say that the long distance makes this man like a leopard, angry at being forced to stay in an unsatisfactory space.

It was precisely because he was not born to be a patient person, so when he pushed open the car door and ran to Jianglou's room impatiently, he didn't even hear the report that the bodyguards around him were so nervous that they stammered.

Ah Chen stood a little awkwardly and looked at the tall and thin back of the man, feeling more and more uncomfortable.Is this love or not?

In the past year, everyone has seen it for all to see. The owner treats the boy as a pet and brings him back for fun. Beating, scolding and insulting him are common occurrences. Every time he sees the boy, he is either lying on the ground covered in blood, or Didn't he pass out and receive a nutrient solution—what kind of disease could he have?Some are also tossed out, and the body is getting weaker and weaker.

After that, there will be endless treatment and torture.Ah Chen grew up with his master since he was a child, and he is used to seeing his arrogant and indifferent eyes and his dismissive expression, and he has never seen him being so special to anyone.

He had never seen his master spend his time on someone so tirelessly, wishing he could stay by his side all day long.Therefore, beating, scolding or insulting, they are all blurred by the admiration that has been entrenched in their hearts since childhood. Ah Chen even thought nervously, maybe this is also a kind of expression of love?Speaking of which, that kid was the first time the master brought him home.

Since then, I don’t care about the meaning of those tortures. I always feel that with him, the master has finally become like a normal man—with the most primitive impulses and desires, and furious because of losing something he cares about. roar.You must know that over the years, Ling Luo has always only had two expressions: blank expression and sneering. Yes, blank expression is his eternal expression.

Ah Chen thought, with the existence of that kid, maybe he is really a fucking good companion.

But he is gone now.