Correct harassment posture for ex-boyfriend

4:00 am, M4 highway.

Henry was driving a rented Renault on the way to Cardiff Airport.

In the passenger seat, Vincent held a lipstick, opened the car sun visor, approached the vanity mirror, and looked at his own face.

The car drove through the No. 7 entrance and exit, followed by a black car, the speed was fast, and the headlights were getting closer and closer to them.

"There is tracking!" Henry said, increasing the accelerator.

Vincent's face changed suddenly. He stuffed the lipstick into his underwear pocket, picked up the hand//gun on the seat, pointed at Henry who was driving, and said through gritted teeth: "You, you are still betraying me!"

Henry was taken aback, and while continuing to accelerate, he said, "Vincent, don't go crazy, how could I betray you!"

"No one knows my whereabouts except you. Stop!" Vincent ordered.

"Sit down, I can get rid of them!" Henry continued to accelerate, and a bullet hit, smashing the rear window glass.

"Bang" Vincent fired a bullet, which passed Henry's forehead and came out through the window. He stared and shouted loudly, "Stop! Otherwise, the next shot will hit you in the head!"

"Squeak—" Henry slammed on the brakes, and the car stopped in the middle lane, just passing the Thames Bridge.

Henry didn't understand why Vincent still misunderstood him, so he made up his mind that even if he died, he would hug Vincent, and at worst, the people chasing after him would beat them into a hornet's nest.

Before the car came to a complete stop, Vincent opened the car door, looked at his waist, bypassed the front of the car, quickly crossed the railing, and ran up the reverse road, his blond hair shining under the street lights.

Henry felt that he might want to dive from the opposite side, so he opened the car door and prepared to follow.

"Bang bang..." A row of bullets chased after the blonde, splashing sparks on the guardrail in the middle of the road, blocking Henry's way past.

Henry picked up the pistol//gun that Vincent dropped on the seat, and pulled the trigger on the driver's seat of the rear car, "Knocking", there was no bullet in the gun.

"Shit!" He cursed secretly, immediately took out his gun, fired, and "sucked", still no bullets!Suddenly an ominous premonition welled up in his heart, and he turned his head, just in time to see Vincent seemed to have been shot, staggered, and fell in the middle of the opposite road.

No longer caring about the danger, he jumped out of the car.

"Squeak—" An unlicensed black car stopped behind his car, and four muscular men in windbreakers and hoods jumped out of the car, each holding a //gun in his left and right hands, and eight muzzles aimed at him.

He threw away the gun in his hand, raised his hands above his head, glanced at Vincent lying on the road, anxiously waiting for him to get up, and prayed that he would never get up, because the muzzles of the eight guns would turn at any time .

"Boom—" A white light pierced over, and an extended container truck drove towards the opposite lane at high speed. In an instant, Vincent's body was caught under the belly of the truck. corpse, lying in a pool of scarlet blood.

Seeing what happened in an instant, Henry opened his mouth in shock, his eyes cleft.

The two men with guns put away their guns, jumped over the guardrail, approached quickly, kicked the corpse on the ground, and returned to the car immediately.

The black car sped away.

"Vincent—" Henry wailed in his heart. He knew that there were cameras in both directions on this road, and he had been deaf and dumb for nearly ten years, so he habitually kept silent.

Staggering and kneeling in front of the crushed corpse, all his senses were numb...

After kneeling for a long while, he dragged the body from the ground and threw it into the Thames.

"Plop", as the river splashed, he knew that something had left his soul forever.

Back in the Renault, he started the car, drove forward for a while, found a U-turn junction, and returned in the direction of London.

Along the way, he stopped the car at the emergency stop several times, because the road ahead was blurred by tears...

Back at the apartment, he washed himself inside and out, plugged in the charger for his cell phone, played the song "Moon River" on a loop, lay on the bed, pressed Vincent's red silk pajamas under his face, and lay his head on the pillow. His smell, close your eyes...

In a trance, he felt himself hugging Vincent's soft body, kissing his red lips, feeling his gentle hand slowly stroking his shoulder, and suddenly, the body in his arms turned into a flat corpse, Vincent's hair was disheveled, his face was covered with blood, and he stared at him with round eyes, "Henry, you betrayed me!" His eyeballs burst suddenly, and blood and tears poured out...

"No!" He yelled, woke up from the dream, sat up suddenly, covered in cold sweat...

"Beep—", the phone vibrated, Henry picked it up and looked, and there were two words written on the screen: "Open the door!"

He wrapped up his pajamas, walked to the door, looked through the peephole, and there was an elegant and beautiful woman standing outside the door, looking dusty.

Henry opened the door: "Millie!"

"Steven!" The woman called Millie was wearing Prada's latest long fur coat and followed Henry through the door.

"Please sit down!" Henry sat down on the sofa first, at this time, he didn't have the strength to stand up.

Millie took off her coat, folded her arms, sat down on the other end of the sofa, raised her legs gracefully, and smiled excitedly on her pretty face: "Steven, I can't wait to fly from Milan to tell you Good news for you, because of your hard work these years, Mrs. Bronte has fully accepted you. Congratulations, you have officially become a member of the Bronte family. The four uncles and aunts jointly decided that the casino will be handed over to you in the future , You have mastered Vincent's management experience, and you are one of your own, so they are very relieved."

"Thank you for telling me the news, Millie. I'm afraid I don't want to take on this important task, and I will disappoint them." Henry said indifferently.

Millie's eyes immediately filled with surprise: "Steven, are you crazy? You have been an undercover agent for eight years, and you are just waiting to get ahead today? In terms of status, creating common wealth for the four major families is more important than running each of our families. industry is even more important.”

"Millie, I told you at the beginning that I only want to be a programmer in Silicon Valley, and I still think so." Henry replied.

"Steven, stop messing around!" Millie laughed.

"I'm serious!" Henry said with a serious face.

Millie still didn't believe it, and asked jokingly, "Could it be that you fell in love with that male demon?"

Henry's heart twitched, his face sank, and he replied: "Ridiculous!"

"Well, you don't care about the casino..." Seeing Henry's face change, Millie thought she had overplayed the joke, so she quickly gave Henry a wink and said, "I only care about our affairs. Your current status No problem, what do you think about marriage?"

"It's up to you, as soon as possible." Henry replied absent-mindedly. His gaze passed through Millie and the wall, as if he saw Vincent sitting in front of the mirror, still handsome without makeup. Sour.

Millie looked at him quietly for a long time, and asked, "Seeing how preoccupied you are, have you really thought it through?"

Henry came back to his senses and nodded.

"Okay... let's go back to eight years ago!" As she said, Millie unbuttoned the two buttons of the black knitted cardigan, tugged at the sleeves, half of her white shoulders were exposed, exuding a feminine fragrance, She moved in front of Henry, wrapped his arms around his head, and put her lips close to his. Henry subconsciously leaned back on the sofa, turning his face to the side. Millie's lips kissed his face, Henry's whole body stiffen up.

"What's the matter?" Millie simply sat on his lap.

"You're in such a hurry!" Henry said awkwardly.

"Honey, I've been waiting for eight years!"

"On the day we broke up, I said you were free." Henry pushed her gently.

"The heart is with you, where is the freedom? Honey, hurry up..."

Henry had accumulated too much inexplicable loss in his body and needed to vent, he rudely pulled off Millie's skirt...

After venting without saying a word, he left Millie, got up and went to the bathroom.

The water from the shower head poured down from the top of his head, mixed with tears like a waterfall, Henry scrubbed his body vigorously, feeling dirty and dirty, lost his dear Vincent, he had lost himself!

--- Author Xiliu Chenghe

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