Mr. Fu's abusive lover

Some light flooded into his eyes in an instant, Chen Chen suddenly wrapped his shirt tightly with shaking hands angrily, and shouted hoarsely: "Mine, mine!"

The strength in the young master's hand gradually increased, but he didn't relax because of his words. He was puzzled: "But brother Fu told me?"

"Give it to me!", Chen Chen pulled the shirt with all his strength, his voice gradually became crying, "Give it to me, please, please."

The young master grabbed the shirt with one hand with great interest, tilted his head and suddenly tore it off Chen Chen's head, just revealing Chen Chen's frightened eyes.

The pale face, the bright red lips bitten out by himself, the dry eyes, everything was in a state of embarrassment.

It's so different from people.

He looked at Chen Chen's reaction with a smile, and pulled him back and forth like a dog.

"So precious? Then I have to see what it is."

Chen Chen shook his head with dull eyes, his knees on the ground trembled slightly, and his long hair fell and blocked his thin cheeks.

The back of the hand was blue and purple, but the fingertips turned white with force.

Both his hands were exerting force, and after a while, he looked at the young master with a nervous expression and pleading. What he tried to keep, seemed to be an extremely valuable item, and it would kill him if he lost it.

The young master squatted beside him, sized him up with interest, and admired his painful expression.

Chen Chen seemed to show some unnecessary expressions only in front of Fu Yucheng, the love he once had or the fear he is now.

For the first time, he was fortunate enough to see such a rare picture.

But he still feels that this is not enough, even if he is locked up, driven crazy, sick and skinny all over, it still can't solve the hatred in his heart.

Since it is locked in a cage, it must be a real dog, something that cannot even speak.

He comes from a superior family, he is born, Haitang, Popo, the end of the world, and the interstellar collection is interested. Privately believe that He has ever suffered that level of uselessness because of something. It is all thanks to this dog. He has to pay back ten times to make up for what he has suffered these days. all kinds of grievances.

The young master continued to stimulate the already weak Chen Chen: "Brother Fu said, I can do anything to you."He smiled: "Don't worry, no one will come to help you."

Chen Chen never had any hope, how could he imagine that someone could come to help him, he knelt there desolately with his thin chest rising and falling.

All he wanted was a shirt of his own.

After the young master finished speaking, he violently pulled the shirt to his side with one hand, but Chen Chen still grasped the corner of the shirt in vain. Chen Chen's eyes were red, as if he was about to cry, and he just said it over and over again. He said, "Can you give it back to me? Please, I can give you everything else."

The young master sneered: "Apart from your humble life, what else do you have?"

As if he wanted to pay special attention to the changes in his facial expression, the young master purposely relaxed the strength in his hand, watching him slowly change from grievance and fear, to gradually relax his vigilance.

Chen Chen's face was squeezed to the iron cage, he was holding his sun, his forehead was covered with sweat.

The moment Chen Chen was about to take back all the shirts slowly, the young master laughed jokingly, and pulled his hands out violently with all his strength.

"boom!"

The cage was pulled by him and the person was shaken forward violently. Chen Chen's face was twisted by the iron cage, and several glaring red marks appeared quickly.

The ear-piercing sound pierced Chen Chen's eardrums, and his scalp tingled for a while.Chen Chen looked anxious, and stretched out his arms tremblingly, reaching for the dirty thing.

"I only have it, can you stop talking about it?" He was humble to the bone, but he still didn't give up the idea of ​​the man teasing him.

With more and more force, the fragile cloth finally became overwhelmed.

There was only a sound of "stab", and the object in his hand was torn in two, and the cage was violently turned over.

Chen Chen's arm was pressed down in a twisted posture, and his cheek was completely hit on the hard floor.

He was facing down, his legs were facing up, and his body stopped strangely in this inverted position.

Needle drop can be heard in the cramped and vague space, this corner seems to be left out of the world, randomly placed in the most filthy place.

No one cares about such a small corner, and no one pays special attention to such a neurotic person.

They seem to be abandoned, even if they are stepped on the soles of people's feet, they don't feel the slightest guilt.

No one ever redeemed them.

The young master kindly kicked the cage over again, Chen Chen's face was still lying on the iron cage without moving, and some blood from being rubbed flowed down his cheeks.

"Ahhh!", Chen Chen finally yelled out, and he wailed with his useless voice for a long time: "It's gone, there's nothing left!"

The eye sockets were quickly filled with blood, and the inside was blood red.

With boundless despair, Chen Chen made the last struggle with his dry voice.

He didn't cry, but his voice was like weeping blood, his whole body was drenched with blood, and he was finally completely destroyed by the darkness.

He yelled for nearly 10 minutes until his vocal cords were torn and he gradually lost his voice. What remained in the space was only the faint sound of air leaking from his mouth.

The nanny came over with a rag and blocked his mouth viciously, "What are you shouting for! It's so noisy!"

Chen Chen's mouth could not be closed tightly due to the dirty rag, his eyes were empty, he didn't know where he was looking.

No more, no more sun, nothing left for him.

The young master's mood was satisfied by his crying, he laughed happily, stood up slowly, and put the two torn things back together.

It's already blurred and I can't see what it is, but I can still see it. It's a mark drawn stroke by stroke with an unknown liquid.

The smell of blood was still very strong. The young master came closer and smelled it, and suddenly realized what it was. He threw the shirt out of the house and asked the nanny to put it in the trash can. He felt chills all over his body.

"Are you crazy?", he said.

Then he thought about it again, as if he felt that what he said was not quite right, then he suddenly realized and smiled: "That's right, I'm not a normal person at all."

"You have to know, I'm a person who holds grudges very much." The young master leaned closer and said, "Brother Fu, because of the day you kicked me, I will make you pay the price."

The young master clapped his hands and left, Chen Chen opened his mouth to say something, but he didn't say anything after all.

The moment the door was closed, Chen Chen quickly went to catch the light again. He slowly stretched out his broken hand and touched it regardless of the pain.

But it disappeared too quickly, before it could reach his eyes, it was completely covered up again.

Too fast, really too fast.

The divine light never belonged to him. He chased and ran, even every day, from the dark to the dawn.It shines through the tall skyscrapers, and blows the tiny flowers and grasses.But alone, he refused to stay on him.

What can be left to him is still the terrifying darkness, the cold tide, and the boundless loneliness and helplessness.

Chen Chen gave up, he lay back down again, curled himself up, waiting for the last moment of death, he didn't think about it anymore, and he didn't struggle anymore.