loneliness meets loneliness

The night was darker.

The city has fallen into a deep sleep, only Mu Quyan's room is still full of voices.

The man on the bed had loosened his hands, and he shrank into a ball. The thin white shirt on his body made him tremble all over. He hugged himself tremblingly, shrank in a corner of the bed, buried his face between his knees, and did not lift his head. Weeping softly.

On the floor not far away, two men were lying.

A black hair hangs down, bright and bright, his beautiful face is as beautiful as a blooming flower, but his expression is gloomy like Shura in hell, with a knife in his flattery, pulling the corners of his mouth, squinting his eyes, all can be involved A few traces of fear.

Beside him lay another man.

The man closed his eyes, his slightly trembling eyelashes were soaked, and some pieces of the torn shirt were stuck on his arms. Under the soaked cloth, the rose-colored skin could be seen faintly, and his tight abdomen moved with each breath. The undulating, tense muscles with wet sweat form an ambiguous picture in the dim light.

His brows were tightly frowned, covered with dark clouds, warm and rapid breath exhaled from between his lips and teeth, erupting a hot and humid breath in the air, like an invisible temptation.

Qin Yifeng's hands repeatedly grabbed a small piece of the floor under his body, and a few pieces of floor paint that had been peeled off by nail clips fell between the nails, and a few traces of blood came out from between his fingers.

He felt the pain in his body was like a raging flood, hitting him constantly, each time becoming more intense, he bit his lip tightly to endure, blood flowed from his lower lip, flowing into his teeth, a deep red color.

His brows were furrowed, his eyes were closed, his slightly wet eyelashes trembled slightly, blood was bleeding from his lips and fingertips, but he just refused to make a sound.

The hot breath hit Mu Quyan's face, like an irresistible invitation.

Mu Quyan lowered his eyes, his demonic smile condensed on the corner of his mouth, hot air exhaled from his mouth, hitting Qin Yifeng's face, it was extremely hot.

"Do you want to break your own finger?" Mu Quyan laughed mockingly, looking at Qin Yifeng's tightened fingers, the red blood overflowing was dazzling in his eyes.

It's really stubborn, just refuses to say anything, and I don't feel any satisfaction at all.

Mu Quyan hummed dissatisfied, thinking that nothing would happen if he didn't say anything.

Mu Quyan frowned, reached out and grabbed his hair in dissatisfaction, picked it up and pulled it in front of him, his forbearance looked like a humiliated beast.

Mu Quyan said with a cold face: "Don't think that if you don't say anything, I can't do anything about you."

As Mu Quyan's face became more and more glamorous, and his strength increased, Qin Yifeng finally let out a slight whimper, like a wild beast in a cage, sweat streaming down his face, a mature and wild smell, A satisfied smile appeared on the corner of Mu Quyan's mouth, and he grabbed his waist...

……

The night outside the window is thicker, like a spilled ink bottle.

The clock also pointed to midnight.

The whimpering in the room continued, like the whispering of a lone beast, intermittent.

I don't know how many times.

Just feeling tired.

Qin Yifeng raised his head with difficulty, and black shadows appeared on the snow-white walls in front of him, flickering constantly, like an inescapable despair.

On his drenched face was the exhaustion and stubbornness that never disappeared, and the rough gasps exhaled from his mouth, like a cloud of white mist, breaking the pale air.

After resting on the ground for a long time, my body finally regained some strength.

Damn.

If possible, Qin Yifeng would like to send his family's bodyguards to beat up Mu Quyan, but he has no choice, only Mu Quyan can save Miluo, he must endure, no matter what he faces, there is only one word - endure.

But no matter how many times he yelled the same name—Milo, like a broken tape recorder, he sang it stubbornly over and over again.

The pain in the body continued to intensify, like a continuous noise, but it couldn't cover the shouts in his mouth.

What is terrible is not the pain, but the empty heart after the pain.

Heartbreak is enough to defeat everything.

Fortunately, I still have someone who I love deeply and love me deeply.

And not so scared.

……

Mu Quyan stood up, took a shirt and draped it over his body, picked up the towel beside him and wiped his hands, turned his head and looked down at the soaked man lying on the ground, a sense of spiritual satisfaction welled up in his heart.

But all this is not enough.

Not enough to vent his anger, to vent his hatred for many years.

Their father is the same person, but why their fates are so different.

At that time, my mother was obviously forced by Qin Shengrui. The coercion is not terrible. What is terrible is that after the coercion, she was also threatened by the other party with a strong family fortune and forced to leave. After she died, she didn't even have a cemetery of her own, just because she met Qin Shengrui.

Moreover, the mother is not good to herself, and it is not an exaggeration to say that she abused her own son.

Mu Quyan understands that her mother hates herself. Perhaps, she hates not herself, but her father—Qin Shengrui. Although Qin Shengrui never considers himself his son, everyone in the Qin family thinks that he and his mother are bastards. It's a bitch.

He is the young master of the Qin family and the president of Qin Mu. He has a lover who loves him and can have whatever he wants, but what about himself, what did he do wrong.

Mu Quyan thought of a day long ago.

That day, he finally saw the young master of the Qin family on the street. When the family returned from a trip, the child was sitting in a luxurious car. The appearance and scene were simply indescribable. It was a world he had never seen before.

At that time, I was young standing on the side of the street, staring blankly at the car like an idiot, my father, and my brother, as far away as heaven and earth, like a luxurious life in paradise.

That was also the only time Mu Quyan saw his father in real life.

He had seen the photo of Qin Mu's president Qin Shengrui countless times in magazines and newspapers. His mother said, this is your father, the father you will never recognize.

Our blood is obviously from the same father, but why you can enjoy life in a mansion, but I have to look for food in the trash can all day long, and I am beaten and scolded by my mother.

Obviously I should also live that kind of life, but why is there such a big gap now.

Destiny is cheap.

When you knelt in front of me and begged me, you actually called me younger brother. The title you used to dismiss was actually used when you begged me.

I thought you didn't even know what kneeling was.

You, Qin Yifeng, have such a day.

To endure to such an extent for the one I love.

However, I didn't do anything wrong, I just gave you back what your father did to my mother back then.

There is one more thing that you have not seen or understood at all.

You can't be the young master of the Qin family who is at ease all your life.

And that resplendent and mighty Qin family will fall down one day.

Even the solid earth will move with time, not to mention that your little Qin family will eventually be submerged in the ocean of money.

Nothing lasts forever except love.

……

At this time, a strange voice finally came from the bed.

The man on the bed huddled tightly, whimpered softly, tilted his head, and looked out the window, obviously maintaining this position for a long time.

Mu Quyan frowned, looked at Wen Chi on the bed and glanced out the window, and said dissatisfiedly, "Why don't you look?"

Wen Chi bit his lower lip, staring closely at the small piece of black scenery outside the window, but he didn't look at Mu Quyan.

The corners of his eyes were glowing, a few small but crystal clear tears slowly gathered in the eye sockets, his lower lip was bitten red, his body was trembling slightly, he didn't move or make a sound, he could clearly Feeling his uneasiness and fear, he was obviously frightened by everything just now.

Mu Quyan lowered his face, straightened his clothes briefly, and walked slowly towards Wenchi. He walked to the bed, bent down, looked at the person on the bed with cold eyes, and said, "Why are you so afraid of me? ?”

Wen Chi's lips trembled. He knew that he couldn't tell the truth, but it would be miserable to tell a lie. He could only keep silent while being afraid, and shook his head stubbornly.

I don't know whether he is afraid or not, but his expression has already explained his answer.

Mu Quyan chuckled a few times, and said, "I thought I was gentle enough to you, but I didn't expect you to be so afraid of me. It seems that you still don't know me well enough."

Mu Quyan's eyes immediately put away the smile, revealing a cold light like a blade, glinting coldly, with a few long strands of hair hanging down his face, the whole person is as weird as Shura's hell.

A smiling Mu Quyan is scary, but a non-smiling Mu Quyan is even more terrifying.

"It seems that I can't just let you go, otherwise, you don't understand me like this, go out and talk nonsense, and let others misunderstand me, what should I do?"

Mu Quyan showed a cute smile, and gently put his finger on Wen Chi's mouth, like a cute child.

Wen Chi looked at Mu Quyan with a pale face, a burst of fear in his heart, coupled with the exhaustion from the day's work and the mental fatigue just now, he finally fell asleep and passed out.

Mu Quyan stood up straight and looked at the sleeping Wen Chi, with a gentle smile on his face, as gentle as the light of the moon, pure and soft.

He reached out and patted Wen Chi's cheek, pulled the quilt for him, lowered the curtains, and then walked away gently, his movements were so gentle that he looked like another person.

Mu Quyan looked down at Qin Yifeng on the ground, and resumed his cold smile: "Brother, it's not good to lie here and sleep. Let's go back to the room and sleep slowly."