Divorced, still making trouble?

For a while, Ji Mingzhe didn't have any consciousness, he even stopped breathing, and the pain seized all his nervous system.

Qiu Ye pinched his neck.

It was also because of the support of the opponent's hand with throbbing veins that Ji Mingzhe's body did not slide along the wall to the ground.

Warm liquid flowed into the back of the neck along the roots of the hair, Ji Mingzhe frowned in pain, after a little relief, he pushed the person in front of him hard, and shouted in a hoarse voice, "What's wrong with you? "

"Pretend to be so pitiful, who will buy you except my parents?"

Qiu Ye's icy voice squeezed out from between his teeth, "It's a pity that the only people in this world who will take pity on you are all dead."

Because of these angry words, Ji Mingzhe stopped pushing him, his face suddenly turned pale, he avoided Qiu Yehong's eyes that seemed to be murdering, his lips trembled, and explained, "I..."

"Say one more word, and I'll kill you." Qiu Ye interrupted him.

Ji Mingzhe pursed his lips, he had no doubt about the authenticity of Qiu Ye's words at the moment.

If he kept talking, this man in his rage would have broken his neck.

But Qiu Ye didn't seem to intend to let him go.

"Who gave you the courage to perform this trick in front of me?"

Qiu Ye asked coldly, the hand that was pinching Ji Mingzhe's neck became tighter and tighter, those beautiful peach blossom eyes that were always a bit lazy were full of monstrous hatred.

At the age of 16, Ji Mingzhe, who was homeless on the street, tricked him into taking him home with such pitiful eyes that made him feel soft-hearted.

At the age of 20, Ji Mingzhe drugged his drink, tricked him into bed, and let his parents find out on purpose the next day. He also told his parents that he wanted to marry him with such eyes.

This person got everything he wanted with such eyes time and time again, and he not only lured wolves into the house, but also got involved in his own marriage, and in the end even ended up with a broken family.

Every time he dreamed back at midnight, Qiu Ye wished he could travel back to the past and cut off the hand he stretched out to Ji Mingzhe ten years ago.

If he hadn't acted extravagantly and kindly at that time, his parents would not have died because of Ji Mingzhe, and his younger brother would not have been overly frightened by witnessing the death of his parents and led to mental disorder, and now he can only stay in a nursing home.

He himself will not lose his freedom, lose everything, and be trapped by this person by any means.

Qiu Ye didn't know how deep his hatred for Ji Mingzhe was, but if possible, he would definitely kill this person with his own hands.

Oxygen was squeezed out bit by bit from the alveoli, and the pain caused by suffocation almost covered up the pain in other parts of the body. Ji Mingzhe grabbed Qiu Ye's wrist, but the other's hand was like a pair of iron clamps choking tightly. at his throat.

Ji Mingzhe waited helplessly for the arrival of death. He was not afraid of death, but he did not want to die.

In fact, Ji Mingzhe also had a way to save himself when it was a critical moment, but looking into Qiu Ye's eyes, he couldn't say anything.

The halo above his head turned into a mass of gray and white patches. Ji Mingzhe felt that he might really be unable to escape this time. However, in the next second, his body was thrown away.

The air rushed into the organs in vain, and Ji Mingzhe let out a heart-piercing cough instantly.

The hostility on Qiu Ye's face was still there, and he kicked away the shower that fell on the floor with a cold killing intent all over his body, and left the bathroom.

After nearly 5 minutes, the coughing sound in the bathroom gradually subsided.

Ji Mingzhe touched his throat with one hand, propped the other hand against the wall, and stood up from the ground in embarrassment.

He turned off the switch of the shower head, wiped away the physiological tears from the corners of his eyes, and walked to the mirror.

The blood from the back of his head rubbed against his ears and the side of his face at some point, and Ji Mingzhe looked at himself in the mirror for a while.

He didn't know what kind of expression he showed in front of Qiu Ye, but thinking about it, it might really be annoying.

Qiu Ye seldom did anything, and he was often ridiculed. The last time he fought with him was four years ago when Qiu Ye's parents died.

This time, it was obvious that he was ruthless.

Ji Mingzhe lowered his eyes, Qiu Ye was right, the only person in this world who would pity him and love him was indeed gone.

Ji Mingzhe knew it in his heart.

However, I don't know if it was because Qiu Ye gave him too much embarrassment tonight, so he wanted to ask Qiu Ye to give him a little bit of heart.

"Do you have to do this to me?"

"Can you care a little bit about my feelings?"

But he forgot that that person hated him to the bone, and those thoughts that he wanted to say but couldn't say at the time were a bit whimsical.

Ji Mingzhe pursed his lower lip, washed the blood off his hands, and walked out of the bathroom.

Qiu Ye was not in the room.

He went out to search around, and met the butler at the top of the stairs. The butler was startled when he saw Ji Mingzhe was covered in blood, and hurried up to ask, "Master, what happened, are you injured?"

Ji Mingzhe didn't answer, but asked instead, "Where's Qiu Ye?"

"I think he just went out again."

Ji Mingzhe was silent.

"How about I take you to the hospital?" the housekeeper asked tentatively.

"No need." Ji Mingzhe bypassed the housekeeper and went downstairs. After standing in the living room for a while, he drove towards the city hospital by himself.