Prison Building I

Ruan Chen went to find He Lin.

He leaned against the door, spinning the gun in his hand, his slightly messy hair glowed silver under the shadow of the lamp, his pupils were light brown, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and he smiled very gently.

Really like a cat.

Over the years, every time He Lin saw him, he would think of the cat wandering alone in the dark night, noble, lonely, and lingering ridicule.

"Doctor He."

Ruan Chen walked towards him, his body was tainted with the chill of the night, and his voice was low and seductive. He put the gun behind his back, and suddenly approached He Lin: "Doctor He is really a bodhisattva."

He Lin's heart was shaken, and he hurriedly backed away, not wanting to be too old, and after all his legs and feet were not very good, so he stumbled and tripped himself.

He raised his head and looked at Ruan Chen in some panic, his palms resting on the cold floor, even his fingertips were trembling.

He can't afford to gamble, let alone pay. He has a wife, children, parents and brothers. If that person wants to destroy him, can he alone be able to stop him?

But he still doesn't believe that they will know so quickly. For so many years, he has continuously practiced, tested and improved medicines, and he has become a master in the industry. He is confident that no one can distinguish these medicines so quickly except him come out.

Could it be that he didn't notice at all and was just testing him?

"What is Dr. He doing?"

Ruan Chen laughed again, and stretched out a hand to He Lin: "I'm tired if you lie down and talk to me like this."

He Lin blushed, his body reacted before his brain, and he held that hand and stood up with strength.

It was very soft. He Lin looked down at the soft and boneless hand, and felt a little strange in his heart. Is this the hand of a killer who has been holding a gun all year round?

In fact, Ruan Chen didn't often carry a gun. He would bring a gun here today on a whim, well, it was indeed a whim. With the gun in his hand, his eyes suddenly turned cold.

Is this person not a whim of fate?

And the reason why He Lin thinks Ruan Chen is a killer is because in the past six years, he has seen him five times, and four times Ruan Chen was holding a gun.

The first time was at night, he was lying at the door of Ling's villa covered in blood, and He Lin, who was called by Ling Luo, jumped up. , he turned back to check for his breath, and was surprised to find that he was still alive.

The benevolence of the doctor, He Lin took the flashlight, and immediately began to bandage him. His arm was seriously injured. There was a knife mark from the shoulder to the forearm. The bone was deep, and the bright red flesh and blood had turned outwards. up.

He Lin frowned in embarrassment, seeing that this young man had a handsome face and was not very old, but he offended someone outside and taught him to beat him like this.

He Lin raised his arm to stop the bleeding first, but he didn't want to hear a muffled sound as soon as his arm left the ground, as if something had fallen to the ground.

The night was a little dark, He Lin stretched out his hand to feel it, only to feel that it was a hard thing, he compared the shape in his hand, and his face suddenly changed, 9/2 type pistol/gun!

He Lin has also been in the army for many years. Although he is an accompanying doctor, he is in a dangerous battlefield. Who can't find something to defend himself?

Back then when guns were scarce in the army, it was Mr. Ling who handed over the 9/2 type pistol/gun to him. After so many years, Mr. Ling had already gone west, but the pistol was still lying quietly in He Lin's house , it is dusty and dusty, and its color is not as bright as before, but He Lin still loves it, just like loving that youthful and passionate life, and loving that self who is desperate.

Now he is too old, you can say that he is only around 50, just passed middle age, but He Lin's heart is indeed old, he found with some sadness that since the death of Mr. Ling, he has been constantly recalling the past and missing the past .

And it is often said that when a person starts remembering non-stop, then he is aging.

After so many years, He Lin has lost his willful vitality and spirit of bold adventure. He has a family and a business, and he is no longer that carefree young man.

For example, when he touches this gun now, he feels panic in his heart.

Could it be that he saved a killer or something?What if his enemies find him?My family, my business...

He Lin got up suddenly, put the gun back into Ruan Chen's hand, picked up the medicine box and walked quickly towards the gate of Ling's house.

He didn't hear the person behind him groan slightly, and slurred an indistinct curse at an asshole.

He opened his eyes faintly again, tears glistening in his light brown pupils, filled with unresolved hatred.

Later, when He Lin was infusing Ling's mother, he pretended not to mention that when he came in, there seemed to be a person lying at the door of the villa.His idea is very simple, the Ling family is involved in gangsters, there are many killers, so there are naturally many guns, one or two is not counted.If that kid can get the blessing of the Ling family, he can also suffer less.

Sure enough, Ling Luo sent the bodyguard to check, the bodyguard trotted away, and when he came back, he was already on his back.

Ruan Chen curled up on him in a small ball, his light-colored pupils were ambiguous and dangerous, and he stared at He Lin with a smile:

"Thank you."

He Lin's scalp went numb, and he subconsciously looked at Ling Luo, opening his mouth to explain something, but Ling Luo ignored him.

Ling Luo looked at Ruan Chen who looked like a blood man, and there was a hint of admiration in his usually sharp eyes.

"You are very kind."

This was the first sentence Ling Luo said to Ruan Chen.

The later Ruan Chen was really kind.He can savor Romanee Conti leisurely while quickly smashing other people's heads.His movement of raising the gun is elegant and noble, and his murderous expression is relaxed and natural, as if he was born to do this kind of thing.

However, he knew that he didn't like to hold a gun. He used to do it for his life, but now he did it for the person who said he had a seed.

He gave him a chance to live, and he sold his life for him. He regarded him as the master and the object of his sexual fantasies. When he couldn't see him, he always wanted to try his best to seduce him and meet him Sometimes I feel lost, feel inferior, feel lost, and dare not even speak.

He had nothing left to lose, but right now he felt like he was throwing away something very important.

what is it then?He will never understand.

"Doctor He, what are you thinking?"

Ruan Chen shook his head and walked out of the memory first, he crossed his arms and looked at He Lin who was still distracted with interest.

Unexpectedly, He Lin quickly realized this time, he put away his fear, smiled politely and politely at Ruan Chen as usual, and then asked in confusion: "What does Master Ruan want from me?"

Ruan Chen was stunned for a moment, not because of He Lin's question, but because of those few words that seemed insignificant to others.

Master Ruan...does he deserve to be called Master?

He turned his head to look at himself in the mirror. He was dressed in a casual and comfortable outfit, the exposed skin was slightly pale, and his hair was flamboyant silver.A face is extremely beautiful, the corners of the eyes and eyebrows are full of amorous feelings, upright yet coquettish, noble yet charming, it looks very attractive under the shadow of the lamp.

It's fascinating, or so they say.

Without this false skin, Ruan Chen thought, he would be just the dirtiest bitch.

Before the age of 15, he had been raped by various men.They always flattered him with the most beautiful words, bewitched him, tricked him into sleeping with them.One second they were gently stroking his delicate body, and the next second when they saw some marks that did not belong to them, they sneered and called him a bitch, a bitch, and seduced people everywhere.

After scolding, she pounced on him affectionately and continued to fuck him, as if it was not worth it not to fuck him a few more times.

Anyway, the money was spent, those men thought, whoever left the traces, only the transaction of sex and desire, so why are you serious?

Ruan Chen was always very puzzled watching those men finish cursing softly, and then become ruthless after scolding, tossing him back and forth, posing in all kinds of unimaginable poses, as if comparing who has more tricks, one by one All have boundless imagination.

They thought he was dirty, but they kept coming to him for sex. This seemed contradictory. Later, even Ruan Chen himself found it ridiculous. He thought, maybe I'm really a seductress?

"Master Ruan?"

He Lin was still polite and decent, he turned his body slightly, and there was even some concern in his tone.

Ruan Chen smiled, stretched out his hand to stroke his hair, and pushed back his slightly long bangs, his movements were smooth and natural, flawless.

He had witnessed the master doing this to Jianglou many times.

The master always liked to hold Jianglou in his arms and stroke his hair like this when Jianglou was tortured and passed out. His slender and rough fingers passed through Jianglou's black hair, and then slid down from the smooth hair.

Looking at Jianglou's sleepy face, the master's movements became very gentle, not at all like the demon who just made the man in his arms faint. He stroked his hair slowly and over and over again.

So gentle, tears flowed from Ruan Chen's eyes.

Ruan Chen also wanted to be treated so tenderly, even if he had to pay a price ten times worse than Jianglou.

Isn't it just me?Ruan Chen laughed at himself and thought, I was born to be raped.

"Doctor He,"

Ruan Chen suppressed his smile and moved closer, He Lin could even smell the faint fragrance of his body.

"I won't say it."