Divorced, still making trouble?

Qiu Ye felt that he didn't have the noble quality of self-sacrifice and self-sacrifice, but the Lin family was wiped out, and he couldn't get away from it. Maybe saving Lin Xiurui would make his own conscience feel better.

So, after a while, Qiu Ye still broke the atmosphere of silence, he said, "Ji Mingzhe, I'll take care of this matter, can you let him live?"

After speaking, Qiu Ye bared his teeth first, wondering if this could be regarded as being a whore and setting up an archway.

"It turns out that you will be subdued and beg for help." Ji Mingzhe looked at him calmly and said.

Qiu Ye was taken aback for a moment, then licked the corner of his cracked mouth and smiled.

"Of course..." He sat back, stretched his arms and leaned lazily on the back of the sofa, then glanced at the other subordinates brought by Ji Mingzhe in the room and said, "Who told me I'm inferior, I can't do it How about you, Young Master Ji?"

"Then do you know you're wrong?" Ji Mingzhe asked indifferently.

Qiu Ye didn't speak, and looked at him calmly with the corners of his eyes raised.

Ji Mingzhe took a step forward, leaned over and looked at Qiu Yedao condescendingly, "If you are going to die today, do you regret it?"

Qiu Ye and him stared at each other and still didn't make a sound, but no one knew that his silence had a different meaning this time. After a while, he lowered his eyes first, avoiding Ji Mingzhe's sight.

It is indeed somewhat regrettable.

But not because he might die tonight.

But...

Qiu Ye touched his cheeks with the tip of his tongue. In fact, three months ago in the monitoring room of the Lin Family Clubhouse, he watched Ji Mingzhe jump from the third floor and hit the ground motionless. When his life or death was unknown, his heart had already popped up. A little bit of regret.

That emotion was not strong, but it was like a soft thorn, choked in his throat all the time.

Logically speaking, with the extent of his hatred for Ji Mingzhe, he should be happy knowing that Ji Mingzhe is suffering and life would be worse than death.

But in the past four years, apart from the deep-seated hatred, he didn't dare to think deeply about what was added now.

It was as if there was a door in front of it, and once it was opened, it would be beyond redemption, so he resisted instinctively.

And after the Lin family was wiped out, the emotion of regret overflowed from his heart.

"Whatever you do, you have to pay the price. What is there to regret?" Qiu Ye said.

Then he provocatively said, "No, what kind of role-playing are you playing with me here as a student and a teacher? Knowing your mistake? Regret it? Do you have to ask me to write a self-criticism later?"

Ji Mingzhe didn't fight him this time, but asked someone to bring Qiu Ye out of the Lin family's winery and throw him into the car.

When he came out, Qiu Ye didn't see Lin Xiurui, so he didn't know how Ji Mingzhe would deal with him in the end, but there was only so much he could do, life or death depended on Ji Mingzhe's mood, maybe he was dead now.

Halfway through the car, the phone in Qiu Ye's coat pocket rang. He glanced at Ji Mingzhe next to him, and then took out the phone in front of him.

The caller ID showed a series of unfamiliar numbers, but Qiu Ye knew who the caller was, so he hesitated for a moment, and he clicked to answer.

"The boat is about to leave, where are you, Young Master Qiu?" The person on the other end of the phone said, the voice was so loud that everyone in the car could hear it even if it wasn't turned on.

"No, don't wait." Qiu Ye rubbed his ears and said.

"Ah?" The man's voice mixed in the wind was very confused.

But Qiu Ye didn't explain anymore, and hung up the phone directly. The other party was the person who had arranged to meet them. According to the original plan, after Qiu Ye found Lin Xiurui, he would take him to the pier, then go to sea, and leave the city. In the middle of the road, Ji Mingzhe cut off his beard.

After the call ended, the screen of the phone went dark, Qiu Ye suddenly threw the phone out of the window viciously.

Ji Mingzhe glanced at him.

Qiu Ye bared his teeth at him, "Master Ji, give me a cigarette?"

Ji Mingzhe looked at him without saying a word.

Qiu Ye snorted again and said, "The prisoner is given a full meal before he dies."

"Give it to him." Ji Mingzhe said to his subordinates after a while.

A person sitting in front turned around and handed Qiu Ye a cigarette, and then lit it. Qiu Ye leaned over to smoke it, and said, "Thank you."

Then he turned his head to face out the window and began to puff.

Ji Mingzhe still stared at Qiu Ye intently. For the past three months, he has been recuperating elsewhere and never returned to their house. Tonight is the first time since he and Qiu Ye broke up at the police station last time. meeting.

Qiu Ye's hair probably hasn't been taken care of during this period of time, and a stray strand of forehead hair almost grows to the corner of his eyes. I don't know if it's because of the rich nightlife, he looks a little thinner than before.

But this is not what Ji Mingzhe noticed at first glance. The first thing he noticed was that Qiu Ye's entire temperament seemed to have undergone some subtle changes.

In the past, his personality was as flamboyant as his appearance, and he always had a kind of unscrupulous young master temper. He is still like this now, but it seems that he is wrapped in a film outside of his flamboyance, making him look a little depressed. And those wanton and defiant peach blossom eyes seemed to have something hidden in her heart.

Ji Mingzhe can probably guess the reason for Qiu Ye's change.

He didn't know if he should sarcastically say at this moment: You have brought it on yourself.

However, it wasn't until he got out of the car that he looked at Qiu Ye and said, "When you did that, you should have thought of the consequences."

Qiu Ye grabbed the door frame and jumped out of the car, enduring the pain from his wound and squinting at Ji Mingzhe. He wanted to say something sarcastic, but the next second, he suddenly turned his head away.

Among all the people in the Lin family who were killed, the youngest boy was only ten years old, the same age as his younger brother Qiu Nian.

As the source of all these tragedies, the bloody five lives weighed heavily on Qiu Ye.

He lasted for three months. His uncle He Wenyuan was once a very powerful psychologist. In order to escape this guilt, he had several psychological consultations with He Wenyuan. However, at night in a foreign country, in front of Ji Mingzhe, He almost collapsed.

"Ji Mingzhe, did you fucking do it on purpose? Use such a cruel method to get revenge on me? Will the five members of the Lin family come to your father and son to ask for their lives in the middle of the night? Can you sleep at night?" Qiu Ye suddenly hissed.

Ji Mingzhe's expression moved slightly. Seeing the bloodshot eyes in Qiu Ye's eyes, he wanted to explain something, but in the end he let him go with a cold expression and walked straight forward.

He had already labeled Qiu Ye as despicable, unscrupulous, etc., explaining that he would only get cynicism that the other party didn't believe.

Qiu Ye's temper came and went quickly, and when all the turbulent emotions were suppressed, he leaned on the car door and looked at the unfamiliar environment around him lazily.

The place they were in should be a small town surrounded by bungalows. Qiu Ye saw Ji Mingzhe walked to one of the doors and knocked, and then a middle-aged man with messy hair came out from inside.

Ji Mingzhe talked to the other party for a few words, then turned his head and said, "Bring him here."

Two subordinates grabbed Qiu Ye's arms and led him into the door. After entering, Qiu Ye found out that it was a private clinic.

The doctor is also a Chinese. He asked Qiu Ye to sit on a chair, then reached out and removed all the gauze tied to him by Ji Mingzhe's men in the car, then looked at the wound on his leg and said, "It can be done, but I There is no anesthesia here, I need three hours to go to the hospital to get it."

"Then don't need anesthesia." Ji Mingzhe said calmly.

As soon as Qiu heard this, Ye Ye immediately thought of the scene of digging for bullets in the movie. As soon as the picture came to him, his scalp felt a little numb, and he felt that the pain in his leg was unbearable.

"Fuck! You might as well kill me with a single shot." Qiu Ye said viciously.