Divorced, still making trouble?

Qiu Nian didn't answer his question, but just shivered in the corner of the bed and grabbed the quilt trembling in fear.

Qiu Ye took another two steps towards the bed, restrained his rage and repeated the question, "Why did you enter brother's room? Why did you tear up these photos?"

Seeing that Qiu Nian was silent, Qiu Ye stretched out his hand and pulled him over from the foot of the bed, grabbing his shoulder with red eyes, like a rabid trapped animal, "Answer me! I sent him away, why don't you even read a little bit?" Don’t even think about leaving it to me, huh?!”

Qiu Nian was so frightened by his appearance that he burst into tears.

After hearing the news, Lin You and the nurse rushed to pull Qiu Ye away.

"Mr. Qiu, calm down, Xiao Nian can't stand stimulation, don't treat him like this!"

"Then damn it, don't torture me like this!" Qiu Ye slammed Lin You's hand away, his chest heaved violently, looked at Qiu Nian and said sharply, "Qiu Nian, you are 12 years old, not six years old, you should have You have the ability to distinguish right from wrong, your parents hid you back then, and would rather die than hand him over, why do you..."

Qiu Ye stopped talking abruptly, and a gleam of cognition that he had never seen before suddenly appeared in his mind, like a ray of skylight flashing unexpectedly in the endless darkness.

Yes, his parents were willing to die to protect Ji Mingzhe.

Why do I always feel that being with Ji Mingzhe is ashamed of them?They may never have blamed Ji Mingzhe, they loved Ji Mingzhe so much before, and the latter was the daughter-in-law they admitted and married into the door...

Qiu Ye's face changed several times, and he silently asked himself why he never thought about this?

For more than a year since he fell in love with Ji Mingzhe, he suffered day and night because of guilt, and even sent him away in the end, but he never thought that with the temperament of his mother and father, he and Ji Mingzhe would be together Together, they might not blame him at all, and even Quan Xiayouzhi would bless them?

Such recognition made Qiu Ye staggered back a step, tripped over the carpet under his feet, and fell to the ground.

"Mr. Qiu." Someone reached out to help him, Qiu Ye avoided their hands, got up in a panic, and rushed back to the bedroom.

Then he slid along the wall with a pale face and sat on the ground, clutching the cigarette case in his pocket with trembling hands.

Why hadn't he figured this out until now?

Why did he realize all this when Ji Mingzhe disappeared, maybe never to be found?

Why could I hate that person so hysterically for four whole years?

Qiu Ye's pupils trembled, and after a while, he suddenly covered his face, with salty tears dripping from between his fingers.

As if a sharp knife pierced the spine and reached the heart, Qiu Ye bowed his back, and could no longer hold back a hoarse choked sob from his throat.

It wasn't until this moment that he realized what a pitiful joke his past hatred and struggles were.

Blinded by hatred, he actually sent the person he loved the most away from his side with his own hands.

However, reality did not allow him time to digest this cruel discovery. The phone rang suddenly, and the news of Uncle Liu's death in country F was delivered to his ears.

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Ji Mingzhe was lying in the dark basement, the cold snake was swimming around his body, he couldn't move, he could only feel the cold and sticky touch left by the mollusk crawling over the skin with his body stretched.

Like the anechoic room, this is one of the methods used by the teacher to train people.

Domestication is a process of reorganization after the will is destroyed. The teacher will not let his body suffer irreversible damage, but it is not limited to trying to use various methods to achieve the purpose of taming his will after the collapse.

But Ji Mingzhe could bear this kind of physical torture.

After he had been with the teacher for three years, the teacher no longer used the simplest method to defeat him. This time he was arrested, but he went through all the tortures he had experienced again.

Ji Mingzhe suppressed his breathing to the point of holding his breath, his temples and forehead were wet with cold sweat, because of infinite fear, his throat kept swallowing, and his body convulsed slightly.

Finally, the door of the basement opened, and two people came down, pushed away all kinds of snakes swimming on him, and dragged him out.

"Having a traumatic stress reaction, I can survive without begging for mercy. I am very pleased with Ah Zhe's performance." He Wenyuan, who was waiting outside, stroked his sweat-soaked hair and said with a smile.

Ji Mingzhe pushed his hand away, turned his head to one side and vomited.

He was already sick, very weak, and didn't eat anything. Ji Mingzhe vomited for a long time without vomiting anything, but the uncomfortable feeling made him retch and nausea, and soon his throat was full of tears due to the tear. The smell of blood.

"Bring a glass of water here." He Wenyuan said to his subordinates.With one Xi one tuan one √.

A glass of water arrived in his hands quickly, and He Wenyuan helped Ji Mingzhe up from the ground, and then fed it to him.

"I didn't expect you to leave PTSD for these things. It was well hidden before, and I didn't even find it."

Ji Mingzhe didn't speak. He lowered his eyes and took a sip of water. He finally suppressed the bloody smell in his chest. Then he endured the burning pain in his throat and said in a hoarse voice, "Kill me."

He Wenyuan laughed, "How can I give up."

He wiped the water stain on the corner of Ji Mingzhe's mouth with his index finger, then stood up, stood condescendingly in the hall and looked at him, "I asked someone to throw the body of your companion into the sea."

Ji Mingzhe clenched his fists suddenly, and the blue blood vessels were clearly displayed on the back of his thin hands.

"Sad?" He Wenyuan asked with a smile, his voice gentle and cruel.

Ji Mingzhe pursed his lips and said nothing. No matter how much he hated He Wenyuan, he was just a piece of fish on someone else's chopping board. Even if he wanted to avenge Uncle Liu, he was powerless.

"I haven't asked you yet, how are you doing outside these years?" He Wenyuan suddenly changed the subject, like an elder who cared about his children, he looked at Ji Mingzhe and asked knowingly, "It seems that your life is not very good, you Has the mother's revenge been avenged? Have you found the child you've been thinking about?"

Ji Mingzhe remained silent and turned a deaf ear to his questions.

He Wenyuan was not annoyed, and just took the remote control to turn on the LCD screen hanging on a wall in the hall where they were, and then sat on the sofa and said with a smile, "Come on, Ah Zhe, watch something interesting with me."

Tong Fei pulled Ji Mingzhe's hair so that his face faced the screen.

The video seems to be shot with a mobile phone. The first half is a bustling commercial street with people coming and going, and then the camera slowly moves forward and zooms in, locking on a woman in a dark velvet dress.

Ji Mingzhe didn't know why He Wenyuan asked him to watch this, he stared at the screen indifferently, suddenly the woman in the camera turned her head slightly, talking to the female companion beside her.

Ji Mingzhe stared at her side face and frowned, feeling a sense of déjà vu, but before he seriously thought about it, the woman suddenly turned her head and looked back.

When the other person's entire face was rubbed on the retina, Ji Mingzhe stared at him for a while, his pupils gradually dilated, and his face showed shock that could not be concealed - the woman in the video looked very similar to his deceased mother.