Divorced, still making trouble?

There seemed to be two electric currents running rampant in his body, and Ji Mingzhe was lying on the ground with heavy breathing. At this moment, the cold and alienated temperament in him had already been completely destroyed by the medicine, and it was replaced by a strong, almost showy aura. Obscene, extravagant beauty.

Lin Xiurui touched the red and wet corners of his eyes, his fingertips slowly slid across his facial features as if stroking a work of art, and finally he used his index finger and thumb to pinch Ji Mingzhe's slightly parted lips because of his panting.

The soft touch from his fingertips made Lin Xiurui squint his eyes in satisfaction, and then he took the half bottle of red wine on the side and lifted it up, pouring it slowly into Ji Mingzhe's face while asking, "Did Ah Ye follow the wine?" Have you ever played like this?"

The wine splashed on his face, Ji Mingzhe wanted to turn his head to avoid it, but Lin Xiurui reached out and caught his chin.

The dark red liquid was poured into the nasal cavity, Ji Mingzhe's face showed a bit of pain, and this pain just rightly pleased Lin Xiurui.

"Huh? Has he never played with you like this? It's a pity. You are more beautiful like this."

Lin Xiurui poured out half a bottle of wine with a smile, then took the SLR handed over by his subordinates, and took a few photos of Ji Mingzhe.

Immediately after he let go of his hand, Ji Mingzhe immediately turned his face to the side and coughed heart-piercingly.

The back of the shoulders twitched due to a violent cough, and the beautiful butterfly bones under the soaked shirt were faintly visible. Lin Xiurui looked at the bottom and it became hard. He unbuttoned a white coat and said with a little fascination, "If you die Yes, I would be more than willing to dissect your body."

Ji Mingzhe couldn't make a sound, he was too uncomfortable, he was a little drowsy after being tortured by the medicine, but just now he was sobered up by Lin Xiurui's bottle of wine, and then a deeper level of pain raged in his body.

"Hmm..." Ji Mingzhe snorted hoarsely, couldn't help curling up, and subconsciously called Qiu Ye's name.

Hearing this, Lin Xiurui raised his eyebrows, then lowered his head and approached Ji Mingzhe, lowered his voice and said cruelly, "He has left you behind and will not come to save you again. Instead of counting on him, you should think about how to live in my hands in the future." .”

I don't know why, when he finished speaking, Ji Mingzhe's dilated pupils shrank suddenly, as if he heard something frightening, a little crying sound rolled out of his throat uncontrollably.

Lin Xiurui didn't expect his words to cause Ji Mingzhe to collapse suddenly. He looked at Ji Mingzhe leisurely, and was about to speak when the phone in his pocket rang.

Ji Mingzhe couldn't stop trembling all over, because of Lin Xiurui's words, the fear in his heart even overwhelmed the torture of the sex medicine - once someone said the same thing to him.

Their voices were different, their tone of voice was different, and their tone of speech was also different, but the moment Lin Xiurui spoke, Ji Mingzhe was torn into the darkest experience of his youth.

Nine-year-old Ji Mingzhe has been waiting in the jungle, holding on to the food and water that Qiu Ye left him for three days and two nights.

He wanted to go, he had gathered enough strength to drag his injured leg away.

But he was afraid that the little friend who went to rescue the soldiers would not find him when he came back, so he could only wait where he was.

In the end, he waited for a man to come, and when the man forcibly took him away, he smiled and said, "Don't wait, he left you behind, and won't come to save you again..."

Ji Mingzhe whimpered, the fear of the owner of that voice was almost engraved in his soul, and it still tormented his nerves all the time for so many years.

"Come on, Ah Ye is here." Lin Xiurui suddenly pressed the phone to his ear.

Ji Mingzhe was stunned in disbelief, like a desperate man desperately trying to grab the last straw, he called cautiously, "Qiu Ye?"

The person on the other end of the phone hummed.

Although there was only one cold word, Ji Mingzhe confirmed the identity of the other party in an instant.

His lips trembled, and he couldn't distinguish between reality and illusion, so he could only follow his heart and suppressed his crying for the nine-year-old self who had been waiting in the jungle and the current self, "Can you come and pick me up? Don't leave me here."

However, the person on the phone said his business indifferently, and he didn't care.

Ji Mingzhe choked, he was suddenly a little dazed, it turned out that what the man told Lin Xiurui back then was true, Qiu Ye had indeed abandoned himself, and it was he who had always made his own claim to regard the other party as hope, as a life-saving driftwood .

Regardless of whether it was Qiu Ye when he was a boy or him now, they might never have been willing to save him.

"So sad?" Lin Xiurui wiped some tears from the corners of Ji Mingzhe's eyes and sucked them into his mouth. After thinking for a while, he smiled and said, "Actually, if you are obedient, I will treat you well."

Ji Mingzhe looked at the ceiling above his head without moving. After a long while, the confusion and despair in his eyes finally faded away, and then he turned his eyes and landed on Lin Xiurui's face, and said, "Okay."

Lin Xiurui raised his eyebrows, "Then do you know what to do now?"

"Please," Ji Mingzhe looked at Lin Xiurui and said, "help me."

Any person who is high above and has never seen himself suddenly loses all his dignity and begs for mercy in a humble way can greatly satisfy a man's desire to conquer.

The smile on Lin Xiurui's mouth widened, and he said to the two subordinates in the room, "Come on, put him on the bed."

"Young Master Lin, do you need to take off your clothes?"

Seeing Ji Mingzhe lying there limp, looking like he was being slaughtered, Lin Xiurui happily took out a scalpel from the cabinet and spread it beside the bed, saying, "No, you guys go out."

Later, he will pick the sharpest knife and cut off the cloth on Ji Mingzhe's body piece by piece, which is in line with his taste.

But after his men went out, the door lock clicked softly. Ji Mingzhe, who was originally described as bleak and motionless, suddenly became violent, then reached out and grabbed a scalpel, and before Lin Xiurui could react, he stabbed him in the chest down.

Everything happened so fast, Lin Xiurui didn't even have time to scream, Ji Mingzhe had already left him, ran to the half-open window, and jumped down resolutely.

When Qiu Ye arrived at the scene, there was no sign of Ji Mingzhe except a small pool of blood on the ground.

His heart skipped a beat, and he quickly ran into the clubhouse, found the person in charge inside and said, "I want to see the surveillance outside half an hour ago!"

Because Lin Xiurui had an accident in his clubhouse, the person in charge was frightened into a quail long ago. He shrank his neck and sweated coldly and brought Qiu Ye into the monitoring room, and asked by chance, "Young Master Qiu, is there someone?" Any news about the murderer?"

Qiu Ye frowned and asked someone to call out the video from outside the club building half an hour ago, and then said in a deep voice, "The man jumped from Lin Xiurui's room, and the camera outside the building should be able to capture it."

When the person in charge heard this, he slapped his forehead and almost cried with joy, "Why didn't I expect that it would be great if we could catch the murderer, as long as we can catch..."

"You'd better pray that Lin Xiurui is alive. He's dead, and it's useless to catch the murderer." Qiu Ye stared at the computer screen and said coldly.

That's right, if Lin Xiurui died, he would still be finished, and the person in charge's face suddenly turned pale again.

Qiu Ye didn't pay attention to him anymore, when the monitoring time rewinded to 35 minutes ago, his pupils shrank suddenly.

Lin Xiurui's room was on the third floor, and the surveillance camera couldn't capture the scene of the window, but the image of Ji Mingzhe jumping from upstairs and falling on the road was very clear.

Although the monitoring screen was silent, Qiu Ye seemed to hear the dull sound of flesh hitting the ground in his ears.

He held his breath sharply.

In the picture, Ji Mingzhe who fell on the ground was motionless, as if he was dead. It was not until nearly 3 minutes later that he struggled to move his arm.

He seemed to be struggling to get up from the ground, but failed. When the people in the monitoring room followed his movements and their hearts were hanging, a black SUV stopped beside Ji Mingzhe, and then got off from inside. Two people got him into the car.

There was another person sitting in the car, and the surveillance camera captured his profile. Qiu Ye recognized the person's identity, his expression changed several times, and then he let out a breath of relief. Only then did he realize that the palm of his hand It turned out to be full of cold sweat.

A few days later, when Ji Mingzhe woke up from a severe coma, he found himself in a completely unfamiliar environment.

He didn't know how long he had been lying there, his whole body seemed to have been crushed and reassembled, pain everywhere, except for his right leg, which didn't feel a little bit.

Ji Mingzhe pursed his chapped lips, lowered his eyes and looked down, but his eyes bumped into a man who was sitting in a chair, whose age was unknown.

Seeing him, Ji Mingzhe's bloodless face couldn't help turning pale, and then he called hoarsely, "Father."

Ji Haodong bit the apple, and heard a snort from his nose, and said disdainfully, "I haven't seen you for a while, and you made yourself like this, such a waste, how can you be my son?"