If you wear it fast, you will return the scum

It was a long chase.

He is like a snake, crouching in every darkness where he can hide.His dagger is his fang, his bullet is his venom.

He appeared in every place where Jiang Yuanzhou would appear, approaching quietly, looking for an opportunity to deliver a fatal blow.

He was almost spotted by Jiang Yuanzhou's people several times. They raised their guns and fired indiscriminately. Stray bullets grazed his skin, leaving a lot of wounds.

This is not good, if Ding Yisen saw it, what would he think.If he knew that the younger brother he thought was well-behaved was actually a sinister and cunning desperado, would he still be so kind to himself?

Jiang Yifan tore off the corners of his clothes and hastily bandaged the wound, thinking nervously in the excruciating pain of tightening the cloth.

He waited for two whole months.

Fortunately, Jiang Yuanzhou's previous minions were almost cut off by Jiang Moyao. Even if he killed Jiang Moyao, he could not accumulate enough strength in such a short period of time.

Jiang Yifan is the best killer.His marksmanship was learned from the Ding family, and his method of killing was taught by Jiang Xingyun.

When he shot the bullets into Jiang Yuanzhou's heart one by one, he didn't get the slightest pleasure until Jiang Yuanzhou fell into a pool of blood with his eyes wide open.

He just finished what he had to do. He killed Ding Fengyi and killed him himself.

But what if he was killed, Ding Fengyi would not come back to life.

He lost his mind for a moment, and was attacked by the surviving Jiang Yuanzhou's men behind him and shot him.

He shot him backhanded, and then he fell to the ground like a kite with a broken string.

He felt blood trickle from his back, soaking his clothes.

He fell to the blood-stained floor and took out his mobile phone from his pocket with trembling hands.

When the screen was on, he tried to open his eyes wide and dialed Ding Yisen's number.

It took a long time to connect over there, and Jiang Yifan was so painful that he almost lost consciousness.

The phone got through, but there was no word there.

Jiang Yifan turned to the phone and cried out in a crying voice: "Brother..."

Like in countless childhood years, every time he was wronged, he threw himself into Ding Yisen's arms and shouted.

He reported the address over there in a daze, repeating it again and again, until he had no energy to say a word.

He didn't know if Ding Yisen heard it, and he didn't know if he would come.

But if he doesn't come, it doesn't matter if he dies or not.

When Jiang Yifan became conscious again, he was in the hospital.

The shadowless lamp from the ceiling hit him, and he looked at the ground, only to realize that he was lying on his stomach.

There were many white coats walking around beside him, making him dizzy.

He heard them talking, buzzing like ten thousand mosquitoes buzzing in his ears.

I vaguely heard them saying something like "too close to the spine" and "can't take anesthesia".

He felt pain in his back, he had never been hurt so badly.What made him feel even more wronged was that when he woke up, Ding Yisen was not by his side.

He was very sad, and he started calling his brother, like a spoiled child.

Until the nurse ran out and called Ding Yisen in.

As soon as Jiang Yifan saw him, he suddenly felt a burst of strength and stretched out his hand to grab him.

He caught it several times, but all failed.He was a little angry.

But soon the man grabbed his hand and sat down beside him.

Jiang Yifan closed his eyes contentedly.

He thought, let alone not taking the bullets with anesthesia, even if he fired dozens of shots at him now, he would still be able to respond with a smile.

He thought so, but at that time, Jiang Yifan was so painful that he almost bit the towel stuffed in his mouth.

His head was covered in cold sweat from the pain, and his nails almost pierced into Ding Yisen's skin.

He was in so much pain, he was sad and wanted to cry.

Brother, I'm in pain, can you hug me?

He thought so, but could not speak.

He thought, when he recovered, he must ask Ding Yisen to hug him, and he would tell him all the grievances he had suffered during these days, and he would cry while talking, and then Ding Yisen would feel sorry for him and would be obedient to him Baishun will also make all kinds of delicious treats for him to heal his wounds.

In his endless imagination, he fell into the darkness.

Even though he fainted from the pain, he did not let go of Ding Yisen's hand.

When Jiang Yifan woke up, Ding Yisen was sitting beside his bed.

Jiang Yifan raised his eyelids, wanting to act like a spoiled child to him, but Ding Yisen just looked at him expressionlessly, and Jiang Yifan's heart went cold in an instant.

"Brother...I killed him, I killed Jiang Yuanzhou." Jiang Yifan said to him.

"I know, I saw it. So what?" Ding Yisen's expression was indifferent, as if the discussion with him was a trivial matter, not something related to other people's lives.

Jiang Yifan choked up for a moment, he tremblingly said: "Jiang Yuanzhou... the person who killed Dad, I killed him, and I avenged Dad."

There was neither sadness nor joy in Ding Yisen's eyes, nor did he have the slightest pampering for him in the past.

He looked at Jiang Yifan with this look, until his voice dropped, until he couldn't say a word, until a look of despair gradually appeared in his eyes, then he opened his mouth and said, "He's not your father, don't shout My brother. You are a child of the Jiang family and have nothing to do with our Ding family."

Jiang Yifan's lips trembled slightly, he looked at Ding Yisen in disbelief, thinking that he was hallucinating.

"Do you think that if you kill him, Dad will come back to life? And what qualifications do you have to say that Dad was killed by someone else? If you hadn't tied him out, nothing would have happened to him."

Jiang Yifan's whole body trembled uncontrollably, and before he could speak, tears flowed out.

"elder brother……."

He had never been so desperate, not even when he was shot by that bullet and thought he was going to die there.

He finally knew how much Ding Yisen hated him.

He hated him as much as the sun hated the shadow.

Even if he killed Jiang Yuanzhou himself, he would not be forgiven.From the moment Ding Fengyi died, it was impossible for him to settle in Ding Yisen's heart again.

"Don't call me brother. I, Ding Yisen, don't have a younger brother. I'm the only son of the Ding family, and I have nothing to do with you. I will save you. It's my settlement of these years of love. I will take care of the aftermath of your murder. , but from now on, you and I, you and the Ding family, have nothing to do with each other."

"No...don't..." Jiang Yifan ignored his back injury and reached out to grab him, but Ding Yisen dodged him.

His eyes were full of injuries, his eyes were red, and he looked at him pitifully.

In the past, every time he saw his expression, Ding Yisen would always be obedient to him, but he was not moved at all.He just turned around indifferently, opened the door and walked out.

"Brother!" Jiang Yifan rushed towards him like crazy, and fell to the ground.

His elbow hit the cold tile, and the pain climbed from the marrow to the brain.The wound on his back was also cracked, and the pain made him speechless.

He forgot all the nobility and elegance he had upheld in the past, he crawled to the door without any dignity, but Ding Yisen was nowhere to be seen.

"Brother, brother." He slammed his hand on the ground, talking to himself like a madman.

His light is gone, leaving him alone in that cold and dark world.

How can you go, brother, why did you leave me?

Ding Yisen drove home, a little absent-minded all the way.

Be sober, that's not your brother, that's a devil.He wished he could slap himself hard on the face to wake himself up.

He killed your father.Ding Yisen's eyes were red, and the steering wheel slid several times, almost hitting a flower bed by the side of the road.

Don't love him, don't love him, Ding Yisen, do you know that.

But the image of Jiang Yifan just now always appeared in his mind, he looked at him so pitifully, like a wounded little animal.

I hurt him, but it was me who hurt.

How ridiculous, Ding Yisen.He single-handedly contributed to your father's death, he lied to you, but you still love him, isn't it a bitch?

Ding Yisen felt that his face was wet, and he stretched out his hand to wipe it, only to realize that his face was full of tears.

[System prompt: The strategy target Ding Yisen has a love value of +5, a regret degree of +10, a current love value of 95, and a regret degree of 80. 】

When he returned to the company, he found that there was an unexpected visitor in the company.

In Ding Yisen's office, Yang Feiyan was sitting on the sofa, looking at him with embarrassment.

He walked in, before he had time to ask her what's the matter, Yang Feiyan had already said: "I'm pregnant..."

Ding Yisen's hand trembled, and he almost dropped the car keys that were not in his pocket to the ground.

"The child... is... Jiang Yifan's."

Ding Yisen quietly listened to her finish.

She said that based on her body, the doctor advised against abortion, as it might affect future fertility.

Ding Yisen did not speak, he was not addicted to cigarettes, but for the first time he had the urge to smoke.

When Yang Feiyan was about to leave, Ding Yisen called her to stop and said to her: "Keep it, I will marry you."

The marriage of the Ding family and the Yang family has attracted attention from all walks of life.

The Ding family has a deep foundation, and the Yang family also has a rich background. When the media reported, they called them golden boys and jade girls.

Jiang Yifan was sitting on the hospital bed, holding a freshly published newspaper in his hand, under the headlines, the two of them stood side by side, they were a perfect match.

His tears fell, dripping one by one on the newspaper.

He took out his mobile phone and called Ding Yisen.

It hung up many times over there, and finally answered.

Jiang Yifan put the receiver to his mouth and cried, "Brother, don't marry her, okay..."

The other end was silent for a long time, and finally Ding Yisen said: "This has nothing to do with you."

Jiang Yifan stuffed his right hand into his mouth, biting his finger like masochistic until it was dripping with blood.

He kept crying, as if all the tears in his life had been saved and released together this time.

Ding Yisen had already hung up the phone.

Jiang Yifan grabbed the newspaper in his hand and frantically tore it until it was torn into pieces.

He broke down and cried, like a child who lost his toy, and like a gambler who lost his last chip.

Ding Yisen's wedding was arranged very tightly, as if he wanted to avoid a certain person.

On this day, he was standing in front of the full-length mirror and arranging his clothes when there was a sudden knock on the office door.

He went out, opened the door, and saw Chen Weilong standing outside.

"Boss." Chen Weilong called him, "The old man left something for you. He ordered that this is a congratulatory gift for you when you get married."

Ding Yisen nodded and walked out with him.

The wedding arrived as scheduled.

Ding Yisen was wearing a black suit, his blond hair was neatly tied up, and his handsome face was revealed, like a god in Greek mythology.

And his wife, wearing a white wedding dress that symbolizes purity and beauty, stood on the other side of the red carpet, led by Father Yang, with a sweet smile on her face.

Golden boy and jade girl, talented man and beautiful girl.

Ding Yisen suddenly lost his mind for a moment.

Another face appeared in his mind, a face that was cold at first, but after seeing him, it became childish again.Many appearances of that person appeared in his mind, the appearance of acting like a baby, the appearance of crying, the appearance of seriously saying that he loves him, scene by scene, very clear.

The reason he arranged the wedding so early was to avoid Jiang Yifan.He knew that he was injured, and he would definitely not be able to get up now, and he would definitely not come here to make trouble.

He is so willful, he will definitely try his best to ruin his wedding, and he may even sneak in a black suit and rush in to snatch the wedding.

Thinking of that scene, Ding Yisen suddenly smiled.

But he didn't know that the person he deliberately avoided was standing at the corner of the second floor, wearing a black suit, watching him quietly.

Jiang Yifan still came, even though he knew that coming here would make him feel more uncomfortable, he still came.

The wound on his back was painful. In fact, it was very difficult to stand up, but he still stood there, the pain in his back pulled his nerves, maybe a little pain in his body would make him pay less attention to the pain in his heart.

He didn't cause trouble, and he didn't rob marriages. He had already done something that Ding Yisen hated to the extreme - he killed his father, so there was no need to make him hate himself even more.

But why does the heart still hurt so much, like being smashed into mud with a hammer, even though it can still beat and run, every beat can tear open the wound, making it dripping with blood.

"He's going to marry someone else." He said suddenly.

Fuqiu froze for a while before realizing that he was talking to himself.

But the expression on Wen Fei's face was so moved that he couldn't tell whether it was Wen Fei or Jiang Yifan.

"I've imagined this scene countless times, and every time I'm mad with jealousy. Why should I look at him as a newlywed while I fall alone in the dark swamp? I want to kill her, but I can't bear to kill him."

Mao Qiu didn't speak, Jiang Yifan's sadness and despair seemed to be contagious to him, making his throat choked up, and he was so sad that he couldn't speak.

"But how can I lay hands on her? He will loathe me, push me away, and trample me deeper into the abyss -- without him, into the swamp without light. The silt of the swamp will bury me and block my Mouth and nose, let me die painfully in suffocation. But he will not mourn for me, he will not cry for me, he will return to his home with others, and share the family happiness with his wife and his children. He won't think of the ghost who died in the swamp, who loved him more than anyone else."

He said all this like a reciting poet, but his eyes were full of jealousy and anger, as well as a trace of inferiority and cowardice.

In the eyes of others, maybe he is more like a psychopath who talks to himself and talks to himself.

When the muzzle of the gun behind him hit his back, he even felt a sense of relief.

Ah, his retribution has come.