Are you sure you want to divorce me?

He bent down, reaching out his hand as if to touch Han Yufeng's face, but Wen Wenyao knocked him off, "Don't touch him!"

The sound of "snap" was especially clear in the empty corridor.

"Hehe...hehehe...your little boyfriend really looks like a dog...a loyal dog..."

"..." Han Yufeng thought, he does look like a dog, but he is a cute dog, unlike you, who stinks all over his body.

"Yes, I was surprised."

Han Yanguang's eyes were stained with a hint of puzzlement, as if he didn't expect that he dared to answer.

"Accident? Accident is right. In fact, I never thought that I would survive. Little guy, do you know what kind of person your lover is? Do you know him? Do you know that he is a teenager? Just play with guns very slipperily, even dare to..."

"you shut up!!!"

No one expected that Han Yufeng would suddenly yell, so that the restless organs were affected, and he immediately froze while clutching his chest, his face quickly turned gray, and he collapsed on the wheelchair, panting heavily gas.

This sudden scene terrified Wen Wenyao completely. Although he was "experienced in many battles", every time he watched Han Yufeng fall ill in front of his eyes, he still panicked and lost his mind.He quickly squatted down, reached into his trouser pocket for a while, took out a medicine bottle, opened it, poured out two pills, supported his head with his hand, and stuffed it into his mouth tremblingly.Then he stretched out a hand to massage the acupoints on his chest. After a while, seeing the lavender on Han Yufeng's lips gradually faded, he breathed a sigh of relief.

"What on earth do you want to do?" Wen Wenyao hugged him tightly in his arms to protect him, and turned his head to stare at Han Yanguang fiercely.

"You should ask what happened more than ten years ago? Why did I suddenly disappear? It was rumored that I died unexpectedly. Haven't you thought about the joints involved?"

"How are you? What does it have to do with me?"

"Oh, what a good dog. Xiaofeng, when you pointed a gun at me more than ten years ago, what were you thinking?"

"..."

This sudden sentence completely stunned Wen Wenyao, he squatted on the ground stiffly, and his expression was a little unnatural, but the hand holding Han Yufeng not only did not loosen, but tightened even more.

Now he felt that the eardrums were beating constantly, and even his heartbeat was a little restless, but even so, Han Yanguang did not intend to let him go.He still used his devilish voice, slowly revealing the secret that had been dusty for many years, as if confiding in love.

"The lover you chose to spend your whole life with was almost accused of patricide. Even so, do you still want to be with him?"

"So what?"

"..."

"I said, so what? Whether I choose to be with my lover or not, what does it have to do with you?"

"..."

"Why can't you reflect on what you have done?" After Wen Wenyao finished speaking, he held up Han Yufeng's face as if no one else was there, and stamped it heavily on his ashen lips, cursing the edges and corners of it. He sucked them all, and finally put him back on the backrest.

A set of movements flowed smoothly, and even stuck out his tongue and licked the corner of his mouth, which was quite provocative.

"Don't be afraid, no matter what happens, we are together."

"...Thank you." Han Yufeng was nestled in the wheelchair, his eyes were downcast, and his expression was hard to distinguish.His hand was still holding Wen Wenyao's hand, and he was sweating a lot.

Wen Wenyao felt the dampness and was very distressed. He spread his palms, took out a tissue and wiped his sweat carefully.

"Tired? I'll take you back."

"stop!"

Wen Wenyao turned his head to look, but saw that Han Yanguang had an extra pistol in his hand. At this time, the dark hole was facing his back.

His hands and feet suddenly became stiff, and he could hardly move, but he still stood firmly on the spot without moving his steps, and he did not let the wheelchair turn around, so Han Yufeng, who had his back to the person, actually didn't know what happened .

Wen Wenyao was very fortunate to be standing behind Han Yufeng at this time, otherwise, wouldn't the gun be pointed at Han Yufeng?

Why do one or two like to draw guns?he thought helplessly.

"Xiao Yao, what happened?"

"..."

"What happened?"

"..." Wen Wenyao tilted his head to the back, and kept that posture motionless, with cold sweat breaking out on his forehead.After a while, he barely made a sound, "It's okay, I'll push you..."

But as soon as he made a sound, he felt that he was going to suffer. Such a trembling voice would never be able to hide it from Han Yufeng.

Sure enough, Han Yufeng said, "Your voice is wrong. Xiao Yao, push me around."

"Afeng..."

"Tsk, it's so annoying, you really don't look like a man." Han Yanguang finally ran out of patience, turned the gun in his hand, and walked around to the front.

Han Yufeng's pupils shrank suddenly.

"This is a new type of Stankin, do you want to try it?" After finishing speaking, he pushed the gun into Han Yufeng's hand without any explanation, with a gentle expression like a real father, "My dear son, you can ...Just like before, kill me again." The corners of his mouth opened wider and wider, gradually showing the color of madness.

And Han Yufeng looked down at the pistol in his hand, but his white lips were pursed into a straight line. If you observe carefully, you can also find that the thumb lightly pressing on the trigger is trembling slightly.

He was a little uncertain about what Han Yanguang wanted to do.

After such a long time, he is still so elusive.

Although, no matter what he does, he can always find a way to deal with him.Right now, all he can do is to stay the same and to appease the frightened puppy behind him.

"It's okay, don't be afraid." He tilted his head and said to him.

Although there were only mouth shapes, Wen Wenyao had figured out from it that the crisis had been resolved, and immediately calmed down.

Han Yanguang took it easy this time.

A person like him who is so conceited that he is very crazy, always only believes in his own judgment, just like at this moment, he is still wantonly laughing at Han Yufeng who is so weak that he can't even pull the trigger.As soon as the words fell, Han Yufeng quickly loaded the gun and fired a shot towards the ceiling.

Of course, the gun was silenced, and it didn't make any waves.But Han Yufeng opened his eyes wide in shock.

He'd thought... would come out blank.

As a result, his hand seemed to be in slow motion, tightly gripping the exquisite silver pistol, and slowly aiming at the...right chest of the person in front of him.

Han Yanguang didn't seem to be surprised by such a result, but looked down at the still smoking hole, and said contemptuously, "You're smart, son."