Boss

The initial contact was fairly peaceful.

That night, Guan Rongyun sat on the sofa in the living room on the second floor as usual, bored, with Karamjiu potato sticks on the table, holding a newspaper in his hand, and he couldn't finish reading that newspaper alone For 10 minutes, people wondered whether he fell asleep behind the newspaper, or whether there was a password or a treasure hunt map drawn on the newspaper, which was worth so much time for him to deliberate and study.

After stuffing the large handful of potato sticks in his hand, he reached out to touch the table, but he didn't touch his can of Karamju after only a long time.

Slightly moving the newspaper in front of him down a few inches, he saw that his Karamjiu was no longer on the original table, but moved into the palm of a beautiful and graceful hand, and the owner of the hand said nothing. I don't know how long I stood in front of him, my lips were tightly closed, and there was a storm on my handsome face.

Guan Rongyun's dark eyes first glanced at Song Xunhua, and then looked around the can of yam sticks in his hand. Without saying anything, he moved the newspaper up again and continued his newspaper journey. trip.

Anyway, Ai Ke bought five large boxes of these biscuits, and I ate up a small can, and there were not many left.

In less than five seconds, the whole newspaper in his hand was suddenly pulled out. Fortunately, he didn't hold the newspaper tightly, otherwise, if he pulled it so violently, would the newspaper still be dead...

Song Xunhua threw the newspaper on the floor aside, pointed at Guan Rongyun with a cold face and said, "Who let you into our house?"

"you."

"What are you doing at my house?"

"ask you."

"..."

One of these two people asked inexplicably, and the other answered incompletely. Fortunately, Ai Ke was busy upstairs with a video conference with several important cadres in the gang. Otherwise, if he heard it, his face would be black again. line, shaking his head again and again.

Guan Rongyun's eyes were too dark and deep, and he rarely blinked. When he was looking at him so plainly, Song Xunhua only felt shortness of breath, as if his entire chest was blocked, but he didn't know why.

Guessing that he must hate the person in front of him too much, otherwise why every time he saw him, he would feel angry, and every time he looked into those eyes, he would feel the discomfort of being strangled by the neck, which made him want to put those eyes together. The urge to have your eyes gouged out?

"What are you looking at? Look at me gouging your eyes." Song Xunhua's words were not purely unlucky and angry. When he first became the leader of the Red Gate, he did goug someone's eyes. Because of the naked lust in the other party's eyes and the impolite and contemptuous frivolous tone towards him.

"Then give me back the newspaper." Guan Rongyun stretched out a hand towards Song Xunhua slowly, with a tone that was neither high nor low and could not hear any emotion, which often made Song Xunhua feel harsh and unbearable.

"Are you mentally handicapped or physically handicapped? Can't you pick up what you drop?"

"..." You are mentally retarded, obviously you snatched it away...

Guan Rongyun didn't say a word, stood up silently, bent down and stretched out his hand to pick up the newspaper, but Song Xunhua, who was standing in front of him, suddenly raised his foot and stepped heavily on his palm, Guan Rongyun reacted very quickly, immediately withdrew his hand and flashed past After experiencing this extremely inexplicable surprise attack, but because he shrank too quickly, he staggered and fell back to the floor, causing a sharp pain in his tailbone.

"..." He raised his head and silently looked at the vile guy holding his Karamjiu in one hand and his newspaper in the other. Guan Rongyun's face was still calm, but he narrowed his eyes slightly. His eyes for a thousandth of a second revealed a little bit of his hidden ruthless personality as a gangster boss and his current forbearance.

"This is my boss's newspaper, who told you to read it?"

"There's no name written on it."

"Who said no?" After speaking, he sat down on the sofa, put the biscuit in his hand back on the table, and began to rummage through the newspaper. His expression was extremely serious, and there was no hint of a joke.

"..."

There will be no death if you find it... Guan Rongyun slowly got up from the floor, and it was nothing but self-defeating to argue with Song Xunhua who was in an abnormal state of mind. He turned back and walked up the stairs to go back to his room to sleep.

"My boss, what's your name?"

"..." Stopped walking and turned his head, seeing Song Xunhua's expression of confusion and deep thought, Guan Rongyun froze for a few seconds before slowly saying: "Ban Rongyun."

"Guan Rongyun? Oh...it seems to be, um, my boss's name is indeed Guan Rongyun, that's right! Not only does my boss have a nice name and temperament, he is also handsome. You don't know, he just glances at me Looking at it, the big deer in my heart was killed on the spot! As long as he talked to me a few more words, I felt that even if he asked me to jump off the building next moment, I would admit it, once..."

Song Xunhua babbled a lot indistinctly, his expression was in a trance, and his eyes didn't know where to focus. It was obvious that not only was he not talking to the person in front of him, but he didn't even know which time and space he flew to and hung on Which part of the past is in the...

It's just that the tenderness at the moment softened the crazy and fierce violence these days.

"But he hasn't come back for several days. I can't wait for him no matter what. I promised to let me move in with him, but he always doesn't come home! Is he just trying to put me off? , you agreed to me because you were bothered by me? Damn it! If you really don’t want to, then don’t agree to me at all! Those refrigerators, those pots and pans, those furniture... said they bought them because of me Yes, but it’s actually used to send me off, so that I can be busy and let me not pester him...” Song Xunhua was talking nonsense, and he didn’t know what year it was...

"..." If that's the case, then it's fine to order any younger brother in the gang to buy it at will. Why should he choose everything by himself? He was dizzy, tired and backache?

"Even so, I still like him so much, what are you doing... People are cheap, but they haven't become such a virtue..."

"..." Guan Rongyun wanted to turn around and leave, but he couldn't.

I don't want to hear it, but I have to.

Song Xunhua's words and his expression were like vines, entangled his feet, making him unable to walk away, entangled his hands, making him unable to raise his hands to cover his ears as he wished.

"Then who are you?" Song Xunhua took a long look at Guan Rongyun before returning from the fugue in Taixu, and his expression became cold again.

"Guan Rongyun."

"……do not know."

"..." Those three words were like a knife cutting through those vines. After a moment of stunned, Guan Rongyun suddenly realized that his hands and feet were free again, and immediately turned and left.

"...Then who am I?" Song Xunhua, who was sitting on the sofa completely ignoring the other party's departure, asked himself with a frown.How could it be so unreasonable, why can't you remember who you are?

Sitting on the sofa without moving and maintaining the original posture, I thought hard for nearly half an hour, but I couldn't figure out why, and my stomach was growling with hunger.Looking at the can of potato chips on the table, I don't know what happened to me just now, seeing that strange and annoying guy eating this food, the disgust in my heart increased a little in an instant.

I grabbed a stick of potato and stuffed it into my mouth... Mmm... It's quite delicious...

So Song Xunhua, who had always been a healthy dietist in the past, ate one after another the junk food that he had hated to death, which was spicy, salty and high in calories.

Anyway, he can't even remember who he is, so how can he care about the self he has forgotten, what he likes and what he hates?

All he knows is who he is now, and only two things matter.

The first thing is that he has to wait for his boss to come back, and the second thing is that there is a stranger living in the house who is annoying and makes him feel bad all over.

The dream that played out in his sleep almost every day was not so complete every time.

Sometimes it's just a fragment, even a frozen picture, or a sentence.

Sometimes the picture was blurred like an abstract painting with only colors and thick lines and no edges, but he knew very well that he was still in the same dream.

Sometimes, the dream was as clear and complete as a movie, staged in front of him.

Everywhere in that dream was full of the color of blood, the taste of blood, and the warm feeling of blood.

The clothes on his body were covered with blood, and his hands were also covered with blood, warm and sticky, but the hand that was tightly held by his hand was terribly cold, and the coldness turned into a trace of fear, along with it. As his blood flowed to his heart, he was almost trembling with fear.

Over the years, he thought that he was no longer fearless, that there was nothing in this world worth being afraid of, until this moment he realized that he was wrong.

"This time, I'm afraid it won't work."

This sentence came from the mouth of the doctor in their gang. He could hear it clearly, but he felt that the sound came from a distant place... Maybe he denied this sentence from the bottom of his heart, and he did not take this sentence at all emotionally. Listen to it, but intellectually receive it clearly and understand the meaning of this sentence.

Looking at the blood-soaked man, lying there motionless, his beautiful face with a hearty smile was as white as a dead body, watching the life turn into blood from him bit by bit. The wounds on the chest and waist drain away...

It was the first time for Guan Rongyun to experience what it means to be without a master. His usually organized head was in a mess and he couldn't think of anything. He who had always been independent and strong now felt helpless and wanted to arrest someone and ask him, what should he do?

What should he do?

Who is going to save this idiot who blocked the bullet for him but put himself in danger?

Who will save myself who is so frightened that I almost shed tears?

But he has never had anyone he can rely on, so he has never learned how to rely on it, and he has never shed tears, so most of his body has lost the ability to cry. His calm and calm personality has left him little room for weakness. nothing.

"Speak clearly." He said calm words in a calm voice that even he couldn't believe.

"The wound on the right waist pierced through, and the bullet didn't stay in the body. I can handle it. But the bullet in the chest was stuck in the heart, and the gang couldn't deal with it no matter whether it was equipment or manpower. The situation can be said to be barely hanging on, as for how long it can last, I guess..."

"Just tell me if you can do it." Guan Rongyun interrupted the doctor.

"Master Guan, I..." Seeing Guan Rongyun's dark eyes staring straight at him, the doctor felt his scalp tingle. It's not like he hasn't heard of the ruthless personality and cruel methods of the Chief Hall Master of the Green Gang. After all, although he was really powerless, the sentence "no" was stuck in his throat, and he didn't have the guts to say it.

Guan Rongyun didn't look at him anymore and didn't ask any more questions. He turned his eyes back to the injured person's face, and the expression that was originally full of hostility became soft. He stretched out his palm and gently stroked the man's face that was as cold as his palm. The corners of the mouth were slightly raised, with an expression that seemed to be a smile but not a smile, and whispered in his ear: "You are really troubling me, Xunhua."

What could be more troublesome than falling in love with someone who is always worrying about yourself?

Guan Rongyun bent down and carefully picked up Song Xunhua, and walked out regardless of what the doctor was yelling at the side.He is very clear about what he is doing. He is very clear that with his current strength and status, once Song Xunhua is sent to a hospital outside, he will lose everything he owns. become a void.

But one thing is clearer, that is, once he loses the person in his arms, even if he owns the whole world, it will no longer be meaningful.

Even his own existence lost its meaning.

He didn't think that timid doctor would dare to act without reporting the knowledge, but he didn't expect that old man to come so soon. He had just carefully placed the person in his arms in the back seat of the car, and as soon as he got out of the car, He saw his father, the head of the Green Gang leading a group of gang members rushing to him.

The age can almost be Guan Rongyun's grandfather's father, an old gang leader who is about to retire, although he is old, he is still tall and strong, except for the similarity of his face with little expression of indifference, it is not obvious from his face that he and What is the blood relationship between the two of Guan Rongyun?

The old gang leader with a cold and solemn face was yelling and cursing. As for what to scold and what to yell, Guan Rongyun didn't need to think about it, but he didn't care, and he didn't respond and didn't intend to obey. Without wasting any more time, he took out a pistol from his body and pointed the gun at the gang members who had listened to the old gang leader's order and were about to come to obstruct him.

Although he didn't say anything, Guan Rongyun's meaning was very simple and clear: whoever dares to stop him, come and kill one by one.

Now the old gang leader was so angry that his facial features were dislocated, and he couldn't even maintain his calm expression. He yelled angrily at the group of subordinates who were stuck in place: "Give it all to me, take this traitor down! Otherwise, you Don’t even think about leaving alive!”

Poor those brothers, there is the current leader behind them who wants to kill them, and the leader of Qingfengtang is pointing a gun at them... If you can solve it with a gun, it's okay, which underworld doesn't have a gun?But that hall master is the most proud and accomplished son of the sect master, and I am afraid that the future sect master will be no other than him...

This is how people can't help themselves in the rivers and lakes...

The master of Qingfengtang seldom uses weapons in front of others, but his marksmanship is fast, ruthless and accurate, even the head of the special department in charge of sniping and assassination in the gang can't beat himself. This has long been a well-known rumor in the Qinggang It's just that Guan Rongyun, as the head of the hall, has no chance to shoot, so many people still doubt this rumor, but today, these brothers never thought of using their own bodies to confirm this rumor...

Seeing Guan Rongyun knock down all of his handpicked and experienced subordinates to the ground one by one, his authority as the leader of the all-powerful gang and a father has been challenged unprecedentedly, and he can no longer hold back The old gang leader who lived there rushed forward, he didn't believe that he couldn't catch this cub who didn't even have hard wings...

He just stepped out with his front foot, and his back foot was stopped abruptly by the shot that hit him less than half a centimeter in front of the toe of his shoe.

That shot was to tell him that even if he was the gang leader, even if he was the father, in order to save the person in the car, he would not hesitate to kill him with one shot.

The furious old gang leader almost wanted to pull out the pistol at his waist to kill this uncontrollable son, but he had no choice but to do so...

Although he is old, his head is very clear.They closed the family up and down, which one is better than the son in front of him now?Which one is more qualified than him to be the leader of the gang?Not half!In the past few years, Guan Rongyun has relied on his own strength to swallow the power of the entire Qingfeng into his Qingfengtang bit by bit. On the surface, he is just the hall master, but in fact, most of the power and lifeline of the Qinggang are in his hands. in his hands.

At this moment, the old gang leader is still the boss of the Green Gang, but with Guan Rongyun's ambition and methods, even though he is still fledgling, the old gang leader can almost foresee that in the near future he will become an enshrined The Supreme Emperor.Although Guan Rongyun will still ask him for instructions on everything now, and will also negotiate and schedule with other branch hall masters, but everyone knows that these actions are just a formality and an announcement. Those plans that have been arranged and decided long ago, Whoever dares to object to anything that is not accurate and correct has to offer a better opinion than his own, which usually does not exist.

The old gang leader doesn't feel sorry for the loss of a son, but once he kills this son, his ancestral family business may change overnight. Falling apart, and he is also old, he is not sure whether he can suppress the whole situation...

But how can the leader of the Green Gang, who has been in the underworld for half a century, be such an easy character to deal with?He clapped his hands, with a cruel smile on the corner of his mouth, and said slowly: "I'm going to die anyway, it doesn't matter where he dies, I've done you a favor today, I'll do you a favor, let him die here, save you so much effort .”

Those subordinates who had been with him for a long time, who could guess his intentions by their words and expressions, all took out their weapons, including guns, cannons and grenades, and aimed at the car behind Guan Rongyun.

The son can't be slaughtered, so the head office will cut off his hands and feet!What's more, seeing Guan Rongyun's frightened expression at that moment, although it was only a flash, he immediately recovered his original calmness, but the old gang leader who captured that moment was both proud and annoyed.

I'm afraid that person is not just Guan Rongyun's hands and feet, he probably used it to be careful?

How could he, the heir of the Green Gang, have such a big weakness and flaw?

"Bring Guan Rongyun, the master of Qingfengtang, back to the gang and imprison him."

It is said to be imprisoned, but in fact no one dares to neglect this noble future leader.Guan Rongyun was locked in a fairly comfortable suite with a bed, TV, and bathroom. The room had no windows, and there was nothing he could use as a weapon.There are hundreds of TV program channels, and there is a high-end spa bathtub in the bathroom. Three meals are served through the designed door opening. The contents of the meals are carefully selected, and the tableware is [-]% made of safe plastic materials. The change of clothes brought in was also clean and even the creases of the shirts were ironed properly. The five-star service did not treat prisoners at all.

But Song Xunhua, whose life and death are still uncertain, is always on the mind. To Guan Rongyun, this comfortable suite is almost equivalent to a coffin tomb...

He sat on the bed, didn't eat, didn't change his clothes, he was still covered in blood, his bloodshot eyes were only staring at the clock on the wall from beginning to end, as if he wanted to stare at the clock face twice. A hole to give up.

The clock on the wall made a sound that was so slight that it was almost inaudible every second, but it struck Guan Rongyun's eardrums like a torrent of bells, and that sound seemed to overlap with the sound of Song Xunhua's blood dripping on the ground. up.

Just looking at the clock like this, sitting like this for a few hours, Guan Rongyun's flat and hollow face, as if he had lost his heart and lost his soul, suddenly showed a faint smile... Then he stood up, casually He grabbed a chair and leaned against the wall, stepped on the chair and stood up, and took off the wall clock on the wall.

Jumping off the chair, he raised the wall clock in his hand and threw it to the ground. The clock was smashed into pieces, the transparent acrylic cover rolled to the wall, and the motor and battery on the back of the clock were scattered all over the floor. .

Guan Rongyun squatted down, picked up the half-cracked clock face from the pile of wreckage on the ground, held the thickest hour hand among the three hands, and pulled it out.

Sitting back by the bed, Guan Rongyun weighed the pointer in his hand, it was made of metal, and it still held a lot of weight in his hand, but the thickness of the pointer was a little thin, and if he applied force carelessly, it might be bent.However, the end of the pointer arrow is still made to be considered sharp, and you can feel a tingle when you press it lightly on your finger.

Guan Rongyun estimated the force in his heart...too light, the intimidation effect cannot be achieved; too heavy, the injury or death is serious, let alone saving people.He lowered his head and lifted the hem of his shirt, groped with his palm on his right waist, and finally his fingers stopped at the same place where Song Xunhua was shot through by the bullet, and the other hand clenched the pointer and pressed the sharp needle against the skin of his waist. Little by little, poke the tip into the body.

It wasn't so smooth at first, he didn't dare to use too much force for fear of accidentally breaking the pointer, but the skin is elastic, so he could only scrape slowly and grind slowly until a hole was torn from the epidermis , Then it was much more convenient, with the blood gushing out from the wound as lubrication, while pushing and turning, a deep and long blood hole was dug in the flesh very quickly.

Guan Rongyun is the person who is most afraid of pain.Overreacting neurological abnormalities, this body is unbearable even a little pain... The waist and abdomen are the places where the sensation is particularly sensitive, and the bursts of pain made his teeth chatter, and the pain made his eyes blurred and blurred. There was a layer of water mist, the hand holding the pointer was so painful that it couldn't be held, loosened and tightened, tightened and loosened...

In the end, he simply let go of the pointer that was almost completely inserted into the flesh and could no longer push it any further, and used his slender fingers to dig out the bloody wound.

Dig a little deeper, dig a little worse, dig a little more painful... so that I can firmly remember today's helplessness and incompetence, and remember today's fear.

Half an hour later, Guan Rongyun left that room as he wished.

When he saw that bloody scene, the old gang leader who had lived under the knife for most of his life was so frightened that he could not speak...

But even he himself didn't know exactly what frightened him to compromise with this son on the spot.

Is it the relentless act of self-mutilation?Is it the panic of losing an heir?

Or at that moment, on the face of this son who has rarely smiled since he was a child, he saw that who looked very much like Guan Rongyun's biological mother... the one he once loved deeply, but was later given up by him without hesitation and died tragically. The third concubine always had a cold and seductive smile on her face when she was alive.

That woman... that regret...

He thought that he didn't care at all, that he had long forgotten...

He compromised and asked his cronies to send Song Xunhua, who had been thrown to the gang's doctors for passive survival and almost waiting to die, to the best hospital, and hired the most authoritative medical team. Among them, the most extreme methods were used. The debt of favor has drawn on contacts that would never be used unless it was necessary, and lost a lot of rights and interests in exchange for the seal of the public power, and finally saved Song Xunhua's life and his freedom.

This business can be said to be the most profitable, most unwilling, and most hematemetic business done by the old gang leader who has been in the underworld for decades.

"What's wrong with Xunhua, I will be with him."

With just this sentence, the old gang leader reckoned that he couldn't afford to pay, nor could he bet on it.

Although the bloody wound on Guan Rongyun's waist was deep and the blood was bleeding quite frighteningly, it didn't hurt the vitals.But the old gang leader knew that if he couldn't achieve his goal, then Guan Rongyun would definitely find a way to dig a hole in his own heart. If that Song Xunhua died, he would have to wait to help this unscrupulous villain die...Because He knew that this son always kept his word, and he said to be with him, so he was with him.

Song Xunhua, who managed to save his life, wandered around the gate of ghosts for nearly two months before returning to the human world and regaining consciousness.

Before that, it was the eldest of his family who stayed by his side and looked after him.

The hand that had been holding his palm tightly did not let go until the moment he woke up.

"Do you really think you have won? Wrong! You have won me, old man, but you have lost your whole life! If you want to climb to the top of the underworld, want to be the boss? Want to be the strong? Then you can't Any concern!"

"If you can't even protect your most important person, it's pathetic and ridiculous to be the boss, let alone be a strong one."

Not enough, he is not qualified enough, not strong enough, not enough...

"to be continued"

"Helper?"

"..."

"Master Song..."

"..."

It wasn't until Aike called for nearly No. 20 times that the man sitting on the sofa chair with his head down slowly raised his head, and his bloodshot eyes wandered around Aike's face, as if looking at the sight in front of him. People have some impressions but are not very familiar with it, but he didn't have much time, and he just uttered slowly for a long time: "Is my boss back?"

"..."

"When will he be back?"

Ai Ke didn't know how to answer, there was no solution to this question, because no one knew which part of Guan Rongyun in his memory the "boss" Song Xunhua was talking about belonged to.

His "boss", where did he leave and where did he return?When will you leave, and will you return?

Except for Song Xunhua himself, I am afraid no one will know.

Song Xunhua also seemed to know that Ai Ke failed to answer him, and moved his eyes from Ai Ke's face back to the table in front of him, lowered his eyelids and continued to sit blankly, his haggard look and gray complexion made Ai Ke reasonably suspect that People probably just stay in such a posture and stay up all night.

Ai Ke sighed, he wasn't the one who tied the bell, so he couldn't be the one who untied it either.Put a glass of boiled water and a few pills on the table in front of Song Xunhua.

"If you can't fall asleep, let's eat something. I'll go out and buy breakfast." After speaking, he turned and went downstairs.

As soon as he stepped on the stairs, Song Xunhua behind him suddenly stopped him: "Ai Ke."

"..." That call sounded so normal, calm and calm, without hesitation at all, that Ai Ke really thought for a moment that his family leader Song had suddenly returned to normal, and suddenly remembered all the people and things he had forgotten, but Song Xunhua's next sentence immediately shattered Aike's hopes...

"Let me ask you Aike, does that guy upstairs have anything to do with my boss?"

"...Yes." Isn't it just related?He still respects Le...

Ai Ke's heart sank, and finally saw a little bit of dawn, which seemed to disappear again.

He couldn't even recognize the most important person he cared about, and he was far from normal... But at least he finally remembered that he was called "Aike" instead of "Hey Hey Hey" passers-by A and B who yelled at random C, just because of this, Aike feels that he should feel comforted...

After waiting for a while, after making sure that Song Xunhua had nothing to say to him, Ai Ke left the living room.

"Sure enough, it's related." Song Xunhua said to himself with a face of sudden realization.

If it wasn't for that guy hiding the boss, or what happened to the boss, otherwise, why is this person lying here with a face, but the boss can't wait to come back?Otherwise, why did I feel something wrong when I saw that guy?

After thinking about something that I couldn't figure out all night, it suddenly became clear after such an explanation. If this is the case, let's go upstairs to figure it out...

Song Xunhua grabbed the pills on the table and stuffed them into his mouth. After chewing for a few times, he swallowed them down his throat even though they didn't deserve water, then got up and walked upstairs.

By the way, find out why the existence of that guy, the voice of that guy, always makes him feel unspeakably bitter...

The bitterness was even more bitter than the medicine he had just swallowed, surging from his chest to his throat and spreading to his whole head, making it difficult for him to sleep...

"Hey, get up!" Song Xunhua kicked open the door of the room roughly, and yelled at the man who was sleeping on the bed.

no movement...

He walked closer, squatted beside the bed, squinted a pair of slender and beautiful phoenix eyes, and carefully looked at the person on the bed.

Just looking at the crumpled bed sheet under him, one can tell that this person's sleeping habits may not be very good. The sleeping position of his thin body curled up too much makes people feel uncomfortable. The feet hug a pillow tightly, as if that pillow is something precious and important, it needs to be hugged and protected so tightly, if you are not careful, you will lose it, and if you are not careful, it will be taken away...

Song Xunhua suddenly and inexplicably felt that the pillow was very annoying and an eyesore, and after some tugging, he snatched the distorted pillow from Guan Rongyun's arms and threw it on the floor aside.

"Hey……"

Originally thought that this would wake people up by the way, but unexpectedly, the person involved turned over and took advantage of the opportunity to grab the quilt that was piled up in front of him. Using both hands and feet, he pampered the quilt just like he pampered the pillow just now.

Now, Song Xunhua didn't know why he hated that quilt inexplicably.

There was another tugging that was more intense than before, and finally the quilt was on the floor to accompany the pillow. I don't know whether it was too tired or too deep in sleep. The person on the bed didn't even move this time, maintaining the original continue to sleep in the same position...

It's just that there is nothing to hug, the originally filled arms become empty, and it seems that there is no sense of security. The fingers on the side are unconsciously clutching the bed sheet. Under the light of the not very bright white indoor light on the ceiling, The tightly knuckles were actually paler than the pure white bed sheet.

He obviously doesn't know this man, and he doesn't know who he is.I don't know where he came from, and I don't even know his name... But Song Xunhua couldn't figure out why he was so familiar with this person's appearance?

The insecure sleeping position, the nervous sleeping face with deeply frowned eyebrows, and the feeling of tightness and pain in his chest brought by this scene... so much familiarity, it seems that he once... no, it seems that he has been... Many times, many times, he stood by the bed like this and watched this man fall asleep.

"I'm not good enough..." Song Xunhua stood by the bed in a daze, his lips moved involuntarily.

The sound was obviously coming from his own mouth, but it sounded very far away, so far away that he couldn't hear the content clearly, he didn't know what he said...

"I'm not good enough, I should be stronger, I should be more capable, so that you have nothing to worry about, Boss, so that you can sleep peacefully every day..."

What the hell am I talking about?

No, that's not me talking!Who the hell is saying what?What was hiding in his body, in his mind?

It was his mouth but he said words he didn't understand, his hands trembled uncontrollably, it was his eyes but he couldn't figure out why the tears were flooding.

It's obviously his heart, so why is it so tight that it hurts?

Unable to control his physical and mental state, Song Xunhua felt terrified for no reason, he even had a strange but real imagination, if this continues, he might be eaten!Being eaten and wiped out by unknown things, things gushing out of my own body, nothing is left of me.

"Hey! Get up! Get up quickly! Song Xunhua covered his ears and yelled loudly at the person on the bed.

It's this guy!It must be this guy!Everything, everything, went wrong from seeing this guy!

After yelling a few times to no avail, Song Xunhua became even more anxious. He simply jumped onto the bed, grabbed Guan Rongyun by the skirt and pulled him up, and pointed the gun at his waist with one hand to his head.

Maybe it's been a while since the comfortable life of "nurturing" has become less dangerous and acuity is a little blunted. Therefore, when the skirt of his clothes was grabbed and lifted, Guan Rongyun was still in a half-dream and half-awake state, dazed and blind They haven't opened it yet... But when he heard the slight sound of the pistol's hammer being pulled down, he immediately woke up.

Familiarity with the structure of various firearms and excellent skills in operation and use are the result of acquired environment and personal hard work, but the sensitivity to the various sounds of firearms is different from ordinary people, I am afraid that God wants to compensate Guan Rongyun's pain-resistant physique Qualifications conferred.

With this talent alone, he has been rolling all the way in this underworld since he was a child. I don’t know how many times he can calmly avoid the plots from the enemy. His movements and voices have filled him from childhood to adulthood since he can remember. He is familiar with, accustomed to, understands everything well, and takes it calmly.

He even felt that maybe on a certain occasion in the future, when he was penetrated by the toy that grew up with him, he could still remain calm until death.

But since that accident...

He heard it, but he didn't have time to stop it, he didn't have time to stop the man who pushed him aside and used his body to help him eat the bullet, and he almost didn't have time to catch him back from the gate of hell...

He could no longer be calm, and even felt an inexplicable deep fear...

Guan Rongyun opened his eyes when he heard the "click" sound. The moment he woke up from sleep, his eyes were empty and unable to focus, but his left hand instinctively grabbed the gun, and the tiger's mouth While circling the barrel, the ring finger