Boss

Song Xunhua held the doorknob covered in thick dust, and it was locked as expected.

Without thinking too much, he walked to the other side of the promenade and removed the Christmas decorations hanging on the door of another house, untied the two fixing wires behind the decorations, and walked back to the door of No. [-]-[-] forward.

The dexterous fingers quickly folded one of the iron wires into a special shape, rolled the other iron wire, and then inserted it into the keyhole of the door. Both hands started to operate the iron wire in parallel. After a short while, a faint sound was heard. There was a sound of metal, and the door lock was opened.

And this move was taught by that man.

At the beginning, he was not so proficient. After all, this set of skills is very special, different from the rough and limited techniques of ordinary Xiaoxiao, and it is not a technique that locksmiths have to rely on special tools to perform, so even though he studied it very hard. , taking this particularly difficult door as a practice object every day, it still took him a lot of time to learn it.

He still remembered that one day, he forgot to bring the key to go out because he was too hasty, and that man, after he officially moved in, don't expect him to carry the key with him from now on.

That day, the man was leaning against the wall by the door, his face was pale, his eyes were closed, and he looked weak...

Ah, he remembered, it seemed to be due to a fever and a stomach attack...

Yes, that person always doesn’t know how to take good care of his body. He always gets sick every three days and gets sick every five days. It always makes him so worried that he can’t sleep well in the middle of the night. The number of kicks was more than five times.

He held the wire tightly with his hand, trying hard to open the door in the shortest possible time, so that the sick person can quickly enter the room to rest, but people are like this, the more anxious to do something, the more It's easy to not do well.

After turning around for a long time, I managed to turn the door lock open. Looking back, the man who was leaning against the wall and barely standing had squatted at the corner of the wall at some point, curled up into a small ball, that pitiful man. Xi's posture is really hard to associate him with his status...

Vulnerability when sick, laziness when living at home, panic when having nightmares, childishness when picky eaters... Although most of the time he is still taciturn and incomprehensible, but only in this building, only in front of him, can he Seeing this person, apart from the indifferent, calm and steady image of the underworld boss, other people include various aspects of him that the previous self could not even imagine.

Perhaps, in that person's heart, he is more special than others.

Perhaps, the emotion that I have paid unilaterally for a long time will one day be responded to.

Perhaps, the suffering and resentment of these years can find enough reasons to calm down.

Maybe……

Song Xunhua pushed open the heavy door.

It is hard for Song Xunhua to forget the astonishment and shock he felt when he stepped through this door and stepped into this room for the first time.

Empty living room, empty dining room, not even a place to put your buttocks, let alone other basic appliances such as air conditioners, TVs, refrigerators...

Looking into the other rooms from the living room, it didn't look much better.There is no bed or table in the room. I really don’t know where his boss sleeps... If it weren’t for the bathroom equipment, which is usually installed on it when the house is bought, Song Xunhua’s reasonable judgment may not give it to the man. This house has a toilet and bathtub or something.

The so-called barren walls are probably nothing more than this... Moreover, the house is very large, so it looks even more empty, and even a word spoken in it has the illusion of echoing.

Although looking at the simplistic furnishings and decorations of Qingfengtang, one can more or less guess that the boss's residence is not likely to be so luxurious, and I am afraid it is mainly simplification, but he never thought that someone's house can be "simplified" to this extent...

"I live alone, and I don't come back often."

That man explained it in this way, but Song Xunhua seriously suspected that this man was a life idiot who didn't know how to live... A big man who commanded so many gangsters and called the wind and rain in the underworld didn't even know a better warm quilt To prepare for himself, there is no one around him who can do anything for him...

Thinking of this, Song Xunhua's heart felt sore for some reason, and he blurted out a word...

"Boss, can I cook dinner for you?"

At that time, the man's expression was a little confused and embarrassed, but he didn't answer him anything.

Later, he lived in this house.

Later, the house had basic furniture and electrical appliances. He didn't know when and where that person bought some things. Some things were bought by Song Xunhua himself, and there were more things. When a person returned from a mission together, he quarreled and dragged that person, half begging and half forcing him to go buy together.

He once thought about what kind of mentality that person used to connive at this outsider changing the furnishings of his home like this, and what kind of mentality he used to tolerate this subordinate interfering in his living space without authorization.

But he couldn't think of a reasonable answer.

That person has always had a nonchalant attitude and lukewarm words, his eyes never seem to stay on him, and his heart never seems to be put into his figure.

So Song Xunhua never dared to have such extravagant expectations, and never dared to speculate on the other party's mind too much.

But there is one thing that he is [-]% certain of. These things, these furniture, everything in this man's life are owned by him and bought for him. In addition to the relationship with subordinates, there is a more substantial connection.

When Song Xunhua stepped into that house, the untouched furniture and furnishings were the same as the day he lived here for the last time four years ago, nothing changed, nothing was missing.

So that bit by bit of memories gradually flooded back into his mind.

The refrigerator I bought for him, the TV I bought because he was arguing about being bored, and the sofa he dragged Guan Rongyun to buy because he thought it was cold sitting on the floor in winter...

In the kitchen, the pots, pans and pans purchased by him were arranged neatly and meticulously, except for a small pot that was randomly placed on the counter and did not return to its place.

Song Xunhua remembered that when he went out that morning, he found that the handle of the pot was a little loose, so he casually put it on the sink, planning to deal with it when he came back at night.

It's just that he never thought that when he came back, it had been such a long time...

Walking into the bedroom, there was still the mattress he used on the floor, and the quilt on it was neatly folded, and it was obvious that it was from his long-term habit of folding the quilt into dried beans.

On the big bed at the side, the sheets, pillows and quilts are still there, which he specially prepared for the person who is afraid of the cold. He remembers that person likes it very much. The gesture of wearing the quilt made him feel jealous and resentful towards the quilt for a while...

Opening the closet, there were still his own crops hanging in it, but only his own clothes...

Walking into the bathroom, all his toilet utensils are there, but only his own, no other people's items.

Pushing open the screen door of the balcony, there were still a few clothes drying on the balcony, faded T-shirts and jeans, which were his clothes, and no other clothes could be seen on the other empty hangers.

The balcony was a place that the man had almost never set foot in. He rummaged through a large box of sundries beside the balcony and found an iron box containing western cakes.

He returned to the living room with the rusty iron box in his hand, sat down on the sofa regardless of the thick dust, put the iron box on his lap, and spent a lot of effort to deform the rusty box , The lid that was almost glued to the box body was lifted off.

There are a bunch of odds and ends in the iron box, there are yellowing empty paper bags, paper coasters from the coffee shop, some papers, a lighter, a jar of pain ointment, a watch, an old leather with writing on it Clips... At first glance, it looks like the miscellaneous things collected by young children. Nothing can be related to another thing, and nothing can be said to have any real purpose.

But everything in this iron box is connected with Song Xunhua's memory...everything records a piece of the past, and everything contains his deep, childish and unreasonable love.

He likes that person so much, loves that person so deeply.

Even if it was just a one-sided love, he still couldn't bear it, and cherished every moment they spent together, clumsily collecting everything related to that person.

He didn't understand how anyone could like another person so deeply, but this person was himself who had always had a clear head and could handle everything reasonably.

Love each other deeply and use all of yourself.

I love Guan Rongyun deeply, and use all of Song Xunhua.

But this Song Xunhua was abandoned.

Just like everything related to him in this house, together with this house and all the memories in this iron box, were all abandoned by that man named Guan Rongyun.

After all, what is it that I try so hard to get back what I want to call back?

"What...?"

Song Xunhua muttered to himself, and when the memories gradually came back, he began to regret it, because all this made his head hurt.Slowly put those sundries back into the iron box and close the lid.Carry the tin box back to the balcony, throw it into the big box, pile it up with the sundries, and close the box.

Without much lingering, he walked out of the dusty house, and the moment he closed the door, the door automatically locked again, and there seemed to be an invisible door in his head, which was also locked at the same time.

No maybe, no reason.

What he found was an abandoned Song Xunhua.

So he decided to lock that Song Xunhua, his love, and his relics together, so that the water will never come out again.

But without that part of me, what is left?Who is it?

"I do not know……"

In the evening, Song Xunhua returned to the residence empty-handed.

Early in the morning, I went out to buy vegetables in a cheerful and cheerful spirit, but I didn’t know where I went. When I came back, it was too late and I didn’t see any vegetables. My body, clothes and pants were covered with dust, and my face was bleak. It's as dusty as a day's driving or a day's hard work.

This night, he didn't cook, and he didn't rush in and out like a hard-working housewife like usual. He didn't talk, ask questions, get angry or laugh. As soon as he stepped in the door, he went straight to the sofa chair. Sit down and stare at the TV screen.

Guan Rongyun, who was sitting there watching TV, turned his face and gave him a faint look. Song Xunhua, who usually doesn't recognize him, would always shout because of his look, "What are you looking at? Who are you? Who told you to look like this?" of?"

But today, he didn't say anything, he looked like he didn't even notice that there was someone sitting next to him, his expression was rigid while watching TV, and his usual flexible eyes full of various emotions seemed to be able to speak. It's so empty, it's like going out of the door and accidentally leaving the soul somewhere.

That appearance was far more unpredictable and full of danger than the furious or manic Song Xunhua.

But Guan Rongyun didn't intend to run away, even though the injury still aching in his chest reminded him that this Song Xunhua with a problem in his head was no longer the Song Xunhua he was familiar with who was always thinking of himself, he still chose to turn his face away and continue watching his TV.

It's not that he's really cold and cold that he doesn't care about anything, and it's not that Guan Rongyun is fearless and confident that everything is under his control... He just doesn't know where he can go after escaping from here.

Whatever you choose, you have to bear.

What has happened, what has not happened, what is known, what is unknown...no matter what it is, he cannot escape.

Maybe it was the conversation with Aike during the day that made Guan Rongyun feel extremely tired, or maybe it was because he was often dug up and snatched the bed in the middle of his sleep, plus the chest pain and difficulty breathing, watching boring programs on TV As I watched, my head gradually became dizzy, and my eyes closed before I knew it... The sitting posture that I was still barely maintaining, I leaned to the side bit by bit, and finally I fell asleep lying on the sofa.

When he woke up from the dream, he couldn't tell how long he had slept. Anyway, the nightmare was still there, and his physical fatigue was still the same... Rubbing his eyes and looking to the side, Song Xunhua still maintained his original posture , staring at the TV, nothing changed at all.

This made Guan Rongyun suspect that he had only slept for three to five minutes just now, but because he slept deeply and dreamed clearly, he thought he had slept for a long time.

He sat up straight and squeezed his sore shoulders, intending to go back to the bed in the room and continue to sleep, but before he could stand up, his arm was grabbed by a hand.

"Watch with me."

"..."

Guan Rongyun didn't say anything, and stuffed himself back into the sofa.

He remembered that many years ago, Song Xunhua had made exactly the same request to him.

If I remember correctly, the movie they watched at that time was a zombie movie with a rough look, an old-fashioned plot, outdated graphics, and ridiculously outdated special effects...

In the past, he had no habit of watching TV at all.

When he was a child, as a child of a mafia family, his childhood was destined to have nothing to do with cartoon shows.In the process of growing up, leisure and entertainment are just a noun that has been read and recognized but never experienced.

After he started to take over the gang, except for paying attention to financial and political news within the gang, and paying special attention to news reports and trends after he worked on a big case, he almost didn't have anything to do with TV the rest of the time.

Therefore, in his living room, which is rarely used except for sleeping, electrical appliances such as TVs have never been considered for purchase.

In this situation, until Song Xunhua, an inexplicable tenant and diner, moved in.

Song Xunhua is a completely different type of creature from him.

He hated noise, but he was loud and lively.He thinks watching TV is a waste of time, but Song Xunhua is the kind of person who is used to wanting to turn on the TV as soon as he returns to his residence.

He said: "This way feels more lively. Even if there is only one person, it seems that there are many companions accompanying you."

At that time, he wanted to ask him, "Are you lonely?"

But he didn't ask.

In this world, how many people are not alone?Even he himself, isn't it because of loneliness that he can endure this noisy guy invading his originally quiet and almost silent life?

Such connivance should be just because of loneliness.

When Song Xunhua clamored that it was boring to watch at night without TV, and he was rolling around and complaining and complaining, he took the time to go to the electrical appliance when Song Xunhua was out on a mission while he was busy with the work. I went to buy a big, big TV.

Gradually he discovered that, apart from TV, as long as it was what Song Xunhua had mentioned, as long as it was what Song Xunhua wanted, as long as it was what Song Xunhua liked and expected, he would unconsciously take it to heart, unconsciously want to satisfy.

Such indulgence, is it just because of loneliness?

Guan Rongyun, who has never been loved or loved anyone since he was a child, does not understand love, but he knows very clearly that Song Xunhua is very different to him, compared with other people in this world Underneath, his existence is very different.

Song Xunhua loves to watch TV, and he watches a lot of it. He can eat almost any program, even the TV shopping channel that the extremely boring mother-in-law and mother love to watch. , It’s a horror movie, whether it’s disgusting, scary, poignant, supernatural... This guy not only likes to watch it, but also likes to watch it in the middle of the night with the lights off, and then eats the wonton noodles bought from the stall downstairs , even if the flesh and blood on the screen are separated, he can still eat his noodles with relish and chew his big wontons of fresh meat without being affected at all.

But the only exception is zombie movies, which are still the kind of Chinese zombies that can jump around.

Guan Rongyun has always found it very strange that Song Xunhua, who is not afraid of killing people without blinking an eye and can tell jokes loudly while disposing of enemy corpses, is afraid of zombies, which are ridiculous, funny and fake at first glance?And it's okay to be afraid, but it's troublesome to be afraid and love to watch. Every time I watch a zombie movie, I have to ask him to accompany me...

With a "watch with me" and a pitiful pleading face, he was almost helpless, and sat down on the sofa obediently, even though he didn't want to watch it at all.Later, it even became a habit, as long as Song Xunhua was watching a zombie movie and a look for help flew over, he would helplessly sit on the sofa in accordance with his boring taste.

The setting of this type of film is really boring, but the reaction of the person on the side is extremely interesting...

Whenever the protagonist in the movie is attacked by zombies and stops breathing quickly, Song Xunhua in front of the TV pinches his nose unconsciously while watching. When the zombies bite people with their teeth, Guan Rongyun seems to hear the teeth of the people beside him. The sound of grinding teeth... The most ridiculous thing is that when the unlucky ghost in the film is being strangled by the zombie's long, stiff hands, the guy on the side stretches out his hands unconsciously and grabs it tightly Guan Boss' wrist...

Has this guy been possessed by something...?

But most of the time, I’m really tired after working all day. It’s meaningless to watch zombies jumping around on TV. The corners of Boss Guan’s mouth are also twitching, and the most handsome eyelids are twitching. …

The movie in front of me doesn’t look like a zombie movie, but the scenes of the past in my mind are flashing and jumping in my mind, and time and space seem to be reversed back to the past. On the sofa that he thought was ugly but Song Xunhua insisted that it was super comfortable to sit on, In the living room that was cleaned spotlessly by the diligent Song Xunhua, in the door that he didn't want to step in after Song Xunhua left...

The heavy eyelids gradually closed again, the body gradually became limp and tilted, and finally leaned against the person who was holding his wrist tightly, falling asleep...

When I woke up again, I first watched TV, the dark picture had already been turned off and there was no program, and then I glanced at the glass of water and pills on the table... This time it should be really late, Aike is always there In the early hours of the morning, he prepared the sleep aid medicine and put it there. Presumably, he should have turned off the TV and headlights.

It's really hard to sleep on the sofa. The half-sitting, half-reclining, half-lying posture made Guan Rongyun's whole body sore from sleep. He raised his head and looked at Song Xunhua, his expression and posture remained completely unchanged, and he didn't even blink his eyes in the dark. It looked a little weird under the table lamp, if it weren't for his chest still rising and falling, it would really make people wonder whether it was Song Xunhua himself or Song Xunhua and other big simulated human figures sitting here... That motionless posture might not be possible at all. I fell asleep with my eyes open!

Guan Rongyun was really tired, and didn't have that much thought to study the setting of this Song Xunhua. He pulled away the fingers that were holding his wrist, and when he stood up, he was forced to sit back on the sofa.

This rush caused a sharp pain in the chest that was not so painful at first... Everyone will have a temper, let alone Boss Guan who didn't sleep well and was particularly afraid of pain. He threw away Song Xunhua's entangled hands. , turned his head and glared at Leng Sensen viciously...

Speaking of which, this staring expression was taught to him by Song Xunhua.Guan Rongyun has always been a conservative person in facial expression, to put it bluntly, it is commonly known as facial paralysis.But strictly speaking, facial paralysis means that a person has no expression at all, so Guan Rongyun's facial paralysis is not complete, he can also laugh, but it's just a superficial smile.He will also make some facial movements to express his position, but his face is not expressive, and few people can read his mood from his expression.

In fact, he was not born this way.

When he was very young, he was also a normal child who would show fear when he was scared and be happy when he was happy, and look sad when he was sad.But he experienced some things in the process of growing up, which gave him a deeper understanding of the behavior of expressions.

For example, when he saw his father, who had never shown him a good face, and then showed a look of respect and fear, his father scolded him, saying that he was useless and that as a gangster, he should Be fearless.The next time he saw his father, he put away his fear, and his father beat him up again, scolding him for not knowing whether he was old or young.

For another example, whenever something makes him feel happy and shows a joyful expression, he will often be deprived of that thing in the end, because his father said that as a leader of the underworld, it is impossible for people to be able to Thing that threatens you.

Sometimes he is just a little impatient with someone, and soon someone will get rid of that person for him, the little underworld master, even if he never thought of letting that person die...

Over time, he began to learn to face all kinds of things and people with an expression of neither joy nor anger or sorrow. This is the safest and safest way to express emotions on his face, not only without Meaning, but also to add trouble.

It is meaningless because no one really wants to understand his feelings, and everyone interprets and defines his feelings with a purpose.

Not to mention the trouble, there are too many precedents.

"Boss, are you angry with me? If you are angry, show an angry expression, otherwise I will treat you as not angry! Let me tell you, as a human being, can you learn to make a normal expression? Talk about a normal person What can you say? Can’t you show your teeth? Can’t you blush? Otherwise, you will always stare, right? Just stare like this! Forcefully, fiercely!”

"..."

Guan Rongyun was really angry at that time, and Song Xunhua was also very angry.

What Guan Rongyun was angry about was that without his approval, Song Xunhua secretly poured cement into a boss of the Youth Gang that he hadn't planned to get rid of. Get that no-nonsense treatment.

Seeing Song Xunhua forcefully instructing him how to "stare at people", staring until those beautiful peach eyes almost burst out of their sockets, it looked very scary, and then the staring became more and more angry, Guan Rongyun suddenly felt like laughing...fortunately He is an "abnormal person" who can keep a calm look on his face while laughing until his stomach is knotted.

Perhaps in front of this person, all meaninglessness becomes meaningful.Because this person named Song Xunhua, his goals and intentions are often just out of concern...

Thinking of this, Guan Rongyun's attitude softened a little. Looking at Song Xunhua's innocent and lifeless face, he suddenly didn't know where to vent his temper... Finally, he picked up the glass of water and pills on the table, and put Water was stuffed into Song Xunhua's right hand, and then he opened his left palm, put the pill in his palm, and said in a rare gentle and soft tone: "Go to sleep."???

It is estimated that Song Xunhua, who was holding things in both hands, would not have a third hand to grab him. Guan Rongyun clutched his aching chest, and staggered away from the sofa, but after only a few steps, Song Xunhua, who was dazed, suddenly growled Saying "I didn't say you can go", stood up and threw the glass in his hand at Guan Rongyun...

Song Xunhua's glass is not like the lightweight alarm clock that Guan Rongyun used to smash him last time... The special thick glass is used to hold beer to keep the temperature low for a long time, and it is like a murder weapon when it is used to smash people, especially if it is hit on the forehead...

The glass fell to the ground and cracked a piece, and the whole glass was almost intact.But Guan Rongyun, who was smashed inexplicably and had no time to dodge, covered his head and bent over. He felt that his whole skull was numb with pain, maybe it had been broken into several pieces...

The warm and sticky liquid gushed out from between the fingers, slipped onto the eyelids, and seeped into the eye sockets... Maybe it was because the vision was covered with blood, or it could be because of the insanity caused by the severe pain, Guan Rongyun He raised his head and looked at Song Xunhua who was standing in front of him at some time, and felt that the still beautiful face, that exquisite eyebrows, and that outstanding facial features were very familiar, but when they were put together, they didn't look like Song Xunhua...

"It's in my territory, but it's so easy to just leave?" The corners of his mouth raised slightly, and there was a charming but evil and malicious smile... That really didn't belong to Song Xunhua's smile.

Without giving Guan Rongyun more time to think, this Song Xunhua, who is not like Song Xunhua, rudely pulled away Guan Rongyun's hands that were pounding his head with one hand, and slapped him hard on the face with the other hand. The victim fell to the ground, the smell of blood overflowed his mouth, and he didn't know whether the corner of his mouth or his lips were hurt, a stream of blood seeped out from his mouth like this.

Song Xunhua didn't give up because of this, he grabbed Guan Rongyun's arm and pushed him down on the floor. He straddled up and suppressed his body that was trying to struggle, and clasped Guan Rongyun's thin neck tightly with both hands, bit by bit The tiger's mouth shrinks...

The blood-stained hands desperately wanted to push Song Xunhua's iron-like fingers away, but when he couldn't breathe, he felt severe pain in his lungs, and even his forehead hurt like it was about to explode It seems that the strength is slowly losing from the limbs bit by bit. While struggling and weakening, Guan Rongyun's head unexpectedly thought of Song Xunhua's favorite zombie movie at this time...

Song Xunhua's posture really looks like a monster like a zombie... It's just that he is no longer breathing after being strangled to death, why doesn't this zombie let go...?

Presumably, if a yellow talisman is pasted on his head at this time, this evil-faced but good-looking beautiful zombie will probably not stop his movements... It really is a boring setting, a boring movie ah……

Just when the image in front of him began to distort, Song Xunhua suddenly let go of his hand, and his almost paralyzed body was suddenly filled with air. I didn't have any strength left, my whole body seemed to be pinned by countless fine needles, every pore was painful and numb, all my strength was drained and I couldn't move...

It turned out that the pinch just now was not intended to kill Guan Rongyun, Song Xunhua's intention was to temporarily paralyze his ability to move, so that his next actions could be carried out smoothly...

"Where do you want to run, baby?"

While speaking inexplicable words, he lowered his head and licked the wounds on Guan Rongyun's forehead and mouth. It was obviously salty blood, but he licked it with relish, as if tasting some sweet and refreshing molasses, bit by bit the scarlet blood The blood stained the dexterous tip of the tongue, and swallowed it bit by bit.

"Besides this, where else can you go? You know, you can't go anywhere. You were given away as a bargaining chip, sold, sold by your good boss Guan Rongyun, do you know that? ?Ha ha……"

Song Xunhua smiled brightly, his blood-stained red lips looked strange but charming, and there was a smile in his crooked eyes, a cold smile... His fingers clasped Guan Rongyun's jaw not very gently, that The force was so great that it almost took his jaw off, and then his bloody lips covered Guan Rongyun's mouth which was slightly opened by him.

It was an aggressive, ruthless kiss, deliberately biting his lips and tongue, deliberately blocking the moment of his exhalation and inhalation, like a slow murder, stripping away bit by bit The breath of the other party makes the other party taste the taste between confusion and suffocation...

But Guan Rongyun's sanity suddenly became very clear at this moment.

he understands...

The man pressing on him and torturing him was Song Xunhua, but not Song Xunhua.

He is the nightmare in Song Xunhua's mind, maybe it is someone who has violated him, maybe it is just a collection of fearful thoughts, through Song Xunhua's body, he unconsciously repeats the fragments that have happened.

Now, all the pain he experienced was just a reappearance...

That was the suffering that belonged to Song Xunhua, with his Guan Rongyun's body, it reproduced intact...

But the saddest thing is that, clearly aware of this in the head, but the deep love hidden in the heart is almost deprived of breathing, the heavy iron gate is pried open a gap, Let him have no resistance to Song Xunhua's kiss, his body is firmly concerned about this person's body temperature and smell, his lips and tongue are inextricably responding to this person's kiss, his arms are just unconsciously Wanting to reach out to this lunatic wreaking havoc on him, wanting to hug him...

But Song Xunhua suddenly stopped moving, pushed Guan Rongyun hard, and looked at the people under him with contempt and sympathy.

"Bitch!" With a low curse, he raised his hand and slapped Guan Rongyun's face several times in succession. These few slaps became heavier due to the close distance. Under the heavy blow, his drowsy head suddenly felt Thoughts, maybe, he might be beaten to death by Song Xunhua just like that...

That's right, he didn't die at the gunpoint of the enemy, nor did he die under the assassination of an undercover agent, nor did he die on the sling of public power in the execution ground of the prison... but was killed by the man he loves most, with his hands, Beat to death...

Who said a slap can't kill someone?He had seen it with his own eyes, hadn't he?

I forgot that when he was three or four years old, he saw with his own eyes that the head of the Qinglong Hall at that time, in full view, slapped his girlfriend who was found out to be a police insider, who he loved so much and even talked about marriage. The slap was slapped heavily, and the thick hand that was always gently holding her turned into the cruelest weapon, causing the woman to bleed from seven orifices, her eyeballs were half protruding from the sockets, and finally Died instantly.

According to the doctor in the gang later, the woman's brain was broken...

What puzzled him was that, until the moment he was beaten to death, the woman's swollen face was so swollen that she couldn't see the original delicate and beautiful face, with a strange expression that seemed to be smiling.

Why can such a terrible thing be faced with a smile?Is she not afraid at all in her heart?

Guan Rongyun couldn't continue thinking, he only felt that his eyes were dark, his ears were buzzing, his whole consciousness seemed to be pulled away, he couldn't see anything, and he couldn't hear what Song Xunhua was cursing, blood foamed continuously His mouth was even more unable to answer Song Xunhua's aggressive reprimand...

"Who are you hugging? Tell me! Who are you hugging? You don't love me, you never loved me! Then who do you take me for? Tell me! Bitch! Bitch!"

While cursing, he tore off the wires of the decorative standing lamp, put Guan Rongyun's hands together and tightly wrapped the wires around his wrists, but in fact, doing so was superfluous, and he was so beaten that he fell unconscious for a while Guan Rongyun from personnel affairs, not to mention raising his hand, had difficulty even moving a finger, so he collapsed on the ground and let him deal with it, but Song Xunhua, who was furious, completely ignored the severity of his attack.

Pushing the tightly bound hands on the top of Guan Rongyun's head, he began to roughly pull the thin shirt he was wearing. The buttons of the shirt could not withstand such a forceful pull, and a whole row They were all torn apart and flew off, the irregularly undulating chest was exposed outside the ripped shirt, and the sudden deep and shallow breathing showed that even when it fell into unconsciousness, this body still continued to bear the pain. With unbearable pain.

The chest is pale but flawless and clean enough to give people a feeling of abstinence, as if telling the viewers not to touch it easily, but it faintly evokes the malice that makes people want to completely invade... Push the shirt to the sides Open it, and then pull off the clothes on Guan Rongyun's lower body one by one, because the victim