On the wedding day, he was taken away by his scumbag ex

Without further ado, the friend gave him half a day off and asked the driver to take him home to rest.

The rooms have polished floors, beds made like camp beds, and wardrobes that are bare.

As if no one has ever lived in it, it is empty and clean.

Not only the guest room, but also the living room and kitchen.

Everywhere he went was empty, infinitely amplifying the sound of kicking slippers, hitting his head one by one.

Huo Qing paced around the room, looking around over and over again.

It's really strange, he used to live here all the time and got used to it. Shu Yicheng just lived there temporarily for a while, and now he moved out and restored it to its original state. Why does he feel that the house is much bigger all of a sudden?

It seems that there are more than ten square meters out of thin air, and everything is empty.

At this time, the phone rang, Huo Qing took it out without looking at it, connected it, and raised the phone to his ear.

The voice from inside startled him.

Shu Yicheng probably didn't expect Huo Qing to pick up the phone so quickly, he stammered like his tongue was tied up: "I, I moved away."

Huo Qing changed hands with the phone, bent down and lay on the back of the sofa: "I see."

There was silence.

Huo Qing thought for a while, and took the initiative to break the silence: "During this time, thank you." Anyway, Shu Yicheng lived in because he wanted to protect him, and he really did.

He doesn't like being deceived, but he doesn't deny Shu Yicheng's devotion to him.

Shu Yicheng: "I am willing."

After a short pause, he said again, "Huo Qing, actually I..."

At this moment, a new call happened to come in, Huo Qing's concentration was interrupted, he collected himself and asked, "What did you just say?"

Shu Yicheng seemed to have let out a long sigh before saying, "It's nothing, you have something to do beforehand, so I'll contact you later."

After ending the call, Huo Qing switched to a new call.

It was Huo Feng who called and asked him to go with him for a social event at night. Huo Qing agreed and chatted with his father. When he hung up the phone, the sun just stopped at his feet.

At this time of winter, it is the best time of the day for Yangguan. With the excellent light-absorbing design of the living room, it is simply a small sun room.

Huo Qing, bathed in the sun, suddenly shook his head and smiled.

Shu Yicheng's phone call proves that he, like himself, regards this period of getting along as an encounter in his life. It may be special, it may be interesting, but in a long life, this is only a small part. Gone, will soon be forgotten.

It's good to be friends, but it's okay if you can't.

As for the sense of loss and heartache that seems to be absent, it should be regarded as a little bit strange that he said he was insane.

In the evening, he accompanied his father to the meeting as promised.

Huo Qing has never worked in the Huo family, but everyone knows that he is the only son in the Huo family, and it will only be a matter of time before he becomes powerful, and since he is walking with his father, there is an endless stream of people who come to meet and greet him.

Along the way, Huo Qingxiao's face almost froze. While Huo Feng was chatting with some old friends, he quietly left the banquet hall and took the elevator up to the top floor.

This hotel is located in the tallest building in N City, with a huge restaurant with full floor-to-ceiling windows on the top floor overlooking the entire city.

The waiter delivered the drink he ordered, and then quietly retreated.

Huo Qing loosened his tie and took a deep breath.

He accepts everything well and sometimes finds fun in it, so he doesn't hate socializing.

But really tired.

A call came in from his mobile phone, it was an unfamiliar number, so he picked it up without thinking too much.

The voice came, but it was familiar.

"Huo Qing, turn around."

The memories stopped abruptly.

Huo Qing laughed at himself, forgot so much, why did he remember this part?

This sweet memory fragment, together with the glaring Shu Yicheng in front of him, was like a huge slap in the face, slapped hard on his face.

Huo Qing lowered the corners of his lips, facing Shu Yicheng's hatred directly: "You approached me with ulterior motives." Otherwise, how to explain the flash of memory just now, and the appearance of the gloomy man in front of him is so different?

Shu Yicheng sneered: "Take it back."

Huo Qing: "Either let me go, or kill me."

"Although I really want to kill you." Shu Yicheng stretched out his hand to touch his neck, feeling the bubbling of the blood vessels, the corners of his eyes were bent down, and his pale face seemed to be injected with blood, making it a little more rosy.

He licked his teeth, leaned over, and whispered, "But don't worry, we still have a debt to settle."

Shu Yicheng pressed on his neck, feeling the pulsation of his fingertips.

What flows here is life.

As long as he pinches down hard, this person won't even have time to resist.

It is actually very easy to kill a person.

He said on the phone, "It's a big deal to die together", and he was serious.

He is not afraid of death at all.

From the moment he found out about Huo Qing, to investigating the information, and then to kidnapping him, what he always thought was that it would be a big deal to die together.

Lied to him, hurt him, and nearly killed him.

If the unshakable hatred is not reciprocated, it will not be Shu Yicheng's character.

Right now, the person is in his hands, and he can be killed quietly with a little force, but he hesitates.

A voice in the body made a weak breath, saying: "You can't kill him, you can't kill him."

Interspersed with another voice repeatedly saying "revenge, revenge", you come and go, you can't tell the truth from the false.

Murder breaks the law, and you will pay for your life.

To get revenge, there are more "gentle" methods.

As long as it can torture Huo Qing, he doesn't mind spending more time.

Shu Yicheng hummed and laughed twice.

The pleasure of hitting an enemy without using violence must be far greater than directly doing it.

Thinking of this, he pushed open the car door, reached out and grabbed Huo Qing's collar and dragged him to the door, turned his wrist over, put him on his shoulder, and strode towards the house not far away.

Although Huo Qing is three or four centimeters shorter than him, he is also 1.83 tall. Shu Yicheng can walk like flying with such a big body on his shoulders, which doesn't match his swaying every step and his pale, vampire-like appearance.

It wasn't until he entered the room that he threw the person on the carpet in disgust and swiftly. He staggered a bit, sat down on the sofa, panted with his head down, his hands trembled violently, and his knees trembled very frequently.

Huo Qing lay down on the carpet, closed his eyes and thought.

The car drove for a long time, and came here after detours and detours. He couldn't tell the direction or the specific address. When he entered the house just now, he purposely looked around and found a row of low houses not far away, which should not be used for living. of.

The house they were in was hidden behind a dense bush, and the road extending from the parking place was narrow and small, barely allowing two people to walk side by side.

In addition, looking around, the red and yellow trees are full of autumn.

The beauty is beautiful, but it is also shockingly remote, and you can't even see the coordinates.

Shu Yicheng must have planned to bring him here long ago.

Clearly hurt him, but still tied him here justly.

Huo Qing was curious, what kind of deep hatred did they have, so that Shu Yicheng wanted to do it again and again, with an attitude of immortality?

At this time, Shu Yicheng said: "Open your eyes." Because he was panting heavily, his speech was still rough and it was a bit laborious.

Huo Qing did as he said, his pupils were blurred by a photo close in front of him, after seeing the content clearly, his eyelashes trembled quickly, his eyes turned to one side, and he squinted at the other party: "I never thought you would have such a habit. "

"I don't have any." Shu Yicheng shook the thing, rustling, "You don't know the person next to you?"

Without waiting for Huo Qing to speak, he threw the photo straight away, pulled Huo Qing past him, and roughly pulled down his collar, revealing his beautiful collarbone.

Then, the sight that fell on the collarbone became a little colder.

Huo Qing was about to explode.

He was brutally resisted first, and then stripped of his clothes like a catfish waiting to be slaughtered. He has lived a decent life for 28 years, and no one has dared to treat him like this.

Holding back his fire, he moved his fingers and tried his best to keep his neck away, avoiding close contact with Shu Yicheng.

Shu Yicheng: "When you tricked me into going to bed, did you show me this place?"

Huo Qing: "What the hell are you talking about?"

"I'm curious about what methods you used to deceive me back then. You are not my type." Shu Yicheng squinted his eyes, sizing up people like X-rays, and the naked | naked malice can be seen at a glance.

As she said that, she seemed to want to confirm that she "wouldn't like it", and approached Huo Qing.

bang.

Blasted.

Huo Qing's head was hot, and he slapped vigorously.

Snapped.

The crisp slap sound exploded in the living room, like a lit firecracker, igniting the false tranquility between the two.

Shu Yicheng's head was turned away by this slap, and he returned to his original position after a while.

"Either kill me, or let me go." Huo Qing curled up his palms and let go, and just now he waved his palms vigorously, his palms were painful and numb, "Don't waste time."

How dare you do it.

Shu Yicheng "recollected" the slap over and over again, he squeezed and loosened his fist, loosened and squeezed again, but in the end he didn't hit Huo Qing's face.

With his tongue against his right cheek, his voice was ghastly: "Dream."

Huo Qing thought that he would at least be beaten up, but until Shu Yicheng took him to the room, the violence he imagined did not happen.

With the sound of locking, the nerves that had been tense from the beginning to the end slowly relaxed.

This loosening makes the body and soul feel tired.

He went to the bathroom and washed his face with cold water.

Today is a big day for the wedding, but he, the client, was tied up in this kind of place where no shit, and was forced to face an enemy who had a deep hatred against him, and wished he could kill him quickly.

God's will tricks people, but that's all.

That photo—

It's a pretty decent photo.

One of the protagonists of the photo, Shu Yicheng, was leaning on the chair with his upper body naked|naked, with a recently lit cigarette dangling from the corner of his mouth, his slightly closed eyes looming behind the smoke.

Behind the chair, another person bent down, leaned over from behind, went around to the front, and kissed Shu Yicheng's chin.

The action is not too intimate, but Shu Yicheng's satisfied expression, messy hair, and various marks all over the neck and most of the body, straightforwardly convey the ambiguous temperature in the picture that makes people blush.

With just a glance, you can feel the sensual | desire breath that jumps out.