Above, please use some force

The man broke away from He Wen's grip very neatly, and looked at He Wen coldly with contempt.

"Damn it." "Fuck!" He Wen stood on the spot and stroked his hair vigorously, swearing angrily, the beast that ran away, its small eyes opened slightly, and there was a wave of mania that seemed to be surging, exuding all over his body. Terrible hostility.

This was the first time after he was reborn in this body, he completely exposed his true face without any cover-up.

His sanity was completely destroyed by the sudden scene, Bao Yang? 100?

He should calm down and think about countermeasures, but he can't calm down. The things that He Wen provoked in the past are now all on his shoulders, and he is not even given a way out. What should I do?

He Wen heard his own calm voice: "I have lost my memory."

"Amnesia?" The man raised his eyebrows, raised two fingers, and sneered, "You've used this trick twice."

His eyes narrowed, with a dangerous aura, He Wen grinned, his slightly raised eyes seemed to be resisting his self-control: "Believe it or not."

"At eight o'clock in the evening, I didn't see you when I went back to the Sunshine Apartment. A group of photos will appear on the Internet at eight o'clock. I believe this is not what you want to see." At that time, he knew that the person in front of him was not the poor bastard who was crying and begging for mercy under him, but now this person who could smoke, be irritable, and wave his claws angrily, with an arrogant and arrogant expression, and a rebellious and wild brow.

This is completely opposite to the previous cowardly appearance, like two extremes.

The same appearance, both the eyes and the breath have changed a lot, only half a month away, it seems that something happened.

The man dropped his undeniable words and turned to leave. He Wen leaned against the wall, buried his face in his hands, and let out a low growl that seemed to be about to collapse.

Huge debts, being taken care of, and how many things he doesn't know are waiting for him.

When Fang Jun appeared in the corridor, he saw the man in the corridor bowing his body and bowing his head, his eyes were covered by the broken hair on his forehead, and the dim light shone on his body, making him look very depressed.

The first reaction was to think that He Wen could not bear the blow because he was neglected or excluded by the media. He strode over and said softly, "What's the matter? Want to back down?"

At the next moment, the words that he wanted to criticize were stuck in his throat, and the look in the man's eyes was not hurt, some were like burning flames, raging lions.

Fang Jun frowned, he was very curious about the person who could provoke He Wen.

However, what surprised him was that the flame in the opponent's eyes quickly disappeared, and calmness returned, like a stone thrown into the sea without a trace.

He Wen rubbed the center of his eyebrows, and his tone was still lazy as usual: "I'm hungry, let's go eat."

The two were walking side by side, He Wen suddenly spoke, a little awkwardly, with an annoyed sigh: "That... thank you for taking a trip."

Looking sideways at the man's profile, Fang Jun pursed his lips and remained silent.

Back at the place where he lived, He Wen took a laptop from Fang Jun's place to surf the Internet, opened Baidu to search all the news of "Broken Cocoon", and even didn't miss the Post Bar.

Originally, it was just looking for a needle in a haystack without any clue, so it took more than half an hour, except for some irrelevant news, there was nothing else.

He Wen looked back at Fang Jun's closed door, took a deep breath, clasped ten fingers together and knocked on the table, with a stern look on his face, as if he was making a decision.After a long time, He Wen's eyes were calm, and he tapped the keyboard with his ten fingers quickly, and the codes were quickly piled up line by line.

With the emergence of more and more dense codes, the internal program network of the New Vision Film and Television Company was invaded by a virus on the other side, and an emergency signal was being sent out. Several staff members responded as if they were facing an enemy.

After a while, He Wen stretched his stiff fingers and leaned on the sofa with a long sigh. He found something from New Vision, but things were more complicated than he expected.

Jian Jie, 29, a sensible Huasheng Group, married a year ago. His wife Ke Min is a member of the Lyle family and lives in Canada.

No wonder I couldn't find any information on the Internet. Jian Ming never accepted interviews. Two years ago, a newspaper published a photo for the headlines. The next day, the newspaper disappeared from the world and disappeared. Died in an accident.

Since then, no newspaper has dared to make a simple idea.

There is a computer inside New Horizons that unfortunately has that photo, it is very blurry, only one person can be seen as concise, and the other person can't see clearly, but he can be sure that the other person is the former owner of this body.

He Wen closed his eyes. The protection system on that computer was more stringent than any other. It should be one of the senior executives of New Horizons. Why did the other party leave this photo privately to threaten Jian Ming?It seems that something is wrong again.

A certain image flashed in his mind. He Wen sat up straight and entered the three words Song Ziyu in the search bar, and clicked on his personal information. The detailed information made his expression change again and again.

Studying abroad in London, England is simply a stormy sea.

In the room, Fang Jun was tidying up. Hearing the commotion in the living room, he put down his work and opened the door to go out. He saw He Wen kicking the sofa with terrifying anger on his face.

Arms crossed his chest, Fang Jun said slowly: "It's nearly [-]. I bought it in Kanglai. If it's broken, go buy me a new one."

"Damn." He Wen cursed, sat back on the sofa and rubbed his face: "I have to go out to do some errands at night."

Fang Jun let out a groan, his eyes fell on He Wen's face with special meaning, and he quickly turned his eyes away and returned to the room.

Sunshine Apartments

On a summer night, a cool breeze blows, the sky is full of stars, and a figure sits there in the dark at the door of the apartment, with cigarette butts all over the floor.

After extinguishing the cigarette butt, He Wen licked his dry lips. This matter couldn't be easier. He couldn't sit still. Since he couldn't avoid it, he might as well choose to take the initiative.

A little light in front approached, and a black car drove over. He Wen stood up and straightened his crumpled clothes, raised his chin slightly, and looked at the man in the car calmly.

Jian Ming glanced at He Wen, not surprised at all, a mocking smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, the door of the apartment opened, and He Wen walked in behind the car.

The two-story apartment was decorated simply, yet elegantly, and very deserted. The light from the crystal lamp overhead shone on He Wen's pale face, but didn't melt into his dark and gloomy eyes.

No matter what the scene in his mind, He Wen's face was always calm and composed. He walked straight to a picture and admired it attentively.

"Go to the bathroom and wash yourself." Jian Jian unbuttoned the cuffs of his shirt, rolled up his sleeves, and poured himself a glass of water: "I don't intend to leave tonight."

He Wen's gaze was still on the painting, which was an abstract painting, so it's normal for him not to understand. He casually asked, "How long is the contract signed?"

"There is no time limit." Jian Jian laughed lowly, and his cold words dealt a heavy blow to He Wen.

Capturing He Wen's stiffness at that moment, he went upstairs with a simple smile: "That painting was made by Master Bedol, and the auction price is more than 200 million. If you can understand the meaning in it, I will give it to you."

He Wen twitched the corners of his mouth, followed Jian Jian with slow steps, touched a fruit knife with his hand in his trouser pocket, raised his eyebrows, and a stern look flashed in his eyes.

In the study, Jian Jian opened the drawer, took out a document and threw it over: "Look at it yourself."

He Wen opened the document, read it carefully, his breathing became short of breath, his chest heaved rapidly, and he squeezed the document tightly. If that He Wen stood in front of him, he would throw him downstairs without hesitation.

How short of money is it to sign such a contract that only a fool would agree to.

Glancing at He Wen, he said concisely, "That's not the source file, and it's useless if you destroy it."

"What is your real purpose?" He Wen took a breath, leaning on the chair with a relaxed back, and said explicit words: "If you just want to find a hole to fuck, you can definitely find a tighter one. "

"It was you who knelt down and begged me to fuck you." The concise eyes seemed to want to swallow He Wen.

"Just because I begged you?" He Wen stood up with one hand on the table and leaned forward: "Jian Ming, I despise even myself for this face, you still want to fuck after seeing it, so don't give me such nonsense." There must be some reason for it, such as revenge.

After a while, Jian Jian clapped his palms a few times and smiled coldly: "Yes, this time the scene is more exciting than any before."

Every time the posture on the bed is to enter from the back, he will not even turn on the light, he hates this face, so he never does foreplay, directly enters, watching the other party make pitiful sobs under him, Satisfied with the weakening breathing of the other party, this perverted thought has become a disease.

Since he is not having a good time, the other party should not expect a good time either.

He Wen took a step back suddenly, he saw madness and darkness in Jian Ming's eyes, and he put his hands in his trouser pockets and clenched the fruit knife tightly.

He didn't foolishly think that he could get away cleanly after killing Jian Jian, and he only brought the fruit knife because of habit, so that he can be on the favorable side when danger comes.

Jian Ming got up and walked around the table and stood in front of He Wen. He was over 190 tall. Standing in front of He Wen who was only 178, the shadow cast over him could completely cover him. It was He Wen's response to simplicity.

A strong force pressed He Wen on the table, and immediately pulled out the fruit knife in his hand, and stabbed at Jian Jian's lower abdomen. Jian Jian seemed to have been prepared for a long time, his knee bumped into He Wen's leg, and one hand clamped his wrist , snatched the fruit knife from his hand, and looked down condescendingly: "The last time you took out the fruit knife to kill me, do you remember the consequences?"

The corners of He Wen's eyes twitched, his face was extremely ugly, and his suppressed body suddenly jumped up to bump Jian Jian's head.

The two of them were like crazy wild beasts, biting with brute force, with a ferocious expression on Jian Jian's face, one hand pressed down on the struggling man, and the other hand pulled his pants.

"Damn it." He Wen pursed the corners of his lips, spat out harsh words, fumbled with his hands on the table, and touched a cold and hard object with his fingertips, his eyes flickered coldly, he grabbed it hard and threw it on Jian Jian's head .