Paranoid boyfriend doesn't want to heal

"What are you afraid of?"

Seeing that Xin Tang had already seen him, Ying Huan stood up straight and walked in with his legs raised, with a strangely gentle tone: "I won't eat you again."

not afraid?How could Xin Tang not be afraid?

Surveillance, imprisonment, drug withdrawal, what else can Ying Huan, a lunatic, not do?

At this moment, Xin Tang even felt that Ying Huan, who was walking towards him slowly, looked like an evil ghost, who would really open his sharp teeth and eat him alive.

From now on, what he needs to worry about is no longer what Ying Huan is hiding from him, but what Ying Huan will do to him.

Ying Huan stopped in front of Xin Tang, and picked up the photo album on the ground with a low body, as if missing something, when flipping through it casually, there was a slight smile from the corners of his eyes and brows.

"Did you think of some corresponding pictures when you saw familiar things recently? Did you think of anything?"

Xin Tang shrank back a little, but his back was pressed against the cold tiles, and he couldn't avoid it, always shrouded in Ying Huan's shadow.

He had to answer Ying Huan's question: "No..."

"Why is this? Could it be that you can't recall anything autonomously when you are awake?"

"I have no idea……"

"It doesn't matter, you will know it slowly."

Ying Huan stopped flipping through the photos suddenly. He took down a photo and put it in front of Xin Tang, "Look carefully, let's think about what happened at this time tonight, shall we?"

What Ying Huan took out happened to be the photo of Xin Tang sitting on a park bench.

Xin Tang looked at the photo nervously, for some reason, she didn't want to catch it.

"Take it," Ying Huan reminded Xintang softly, "Aren't you very curious about the past? It's already a year later, and I have no reason to refuse you anymore."

Such a soft-spoken way of speaking gave Xin Tang goose bumps all over his body.

Xintang's teeth were trembling a little, because of the cold and also because of fear, the floor and walls were terribly cold in winter, he felt a helpless feeling deep in the ice and snow, his whole body was numb from the cold.

He slowly took the photo, and when he looked down, he seemed to have seen that bottomless night of despair.

Things couldn't get any worse than they are now...

At least, he couldn't be ignorant of why he was imprisoned.

Xin Tang's fingers tightened slowly, trying to relieve his excessive tension with pain, and finally felt that his throat was not so dry, and asked, "You used to put me under house arrest...why?"

"It's because of you, Tangtang." Ying Huan's chanting tone made Xintang very uncomfortable, but he didn't seem to notice it himself, "You broke your promise, I just corrected your mistake."

"What promise?"

"Don't worry, I'll remind you."

"What about Tang Jiuri? Did you write about his disappearance?"

"Tangtang, your husband does a serious job, he's not a gangster, if he doesn't have the skills to see who gets upset, just make him disappear."

Ying Huan's tone and eyes were very serious, and there was no trace of lying.

But Xin Tang didn't accept such an explanation. It just happened that something happened after Tang Jiuri came to him. How can there be such a coincidence in this world?

Facing the obviously questioning eyes, Ying Huan frowned suddenly, "However, there are indeed people in this world who are not afraid of things. That Tang Jiuri, unfortunately, is such a person who owes a debt."

Ying Huan raised the corners of her lips, looking malicious: "Tell me, wouldn't it be fine if he just kept hiding?"

Sure enough.

Xin Tang closed his eyes. Even though he was still very scared, he couldn't contain his anger and asked, "Did you give his news to his enemy?"

Ying Huan didn't say yes or no, but asked, "Are you going to spend your time on him?"

Xin Tang didn't want to skip this topic: "This is our business, why did you involve him?!"

He just didn't understand how Ying Huan made Tang Jiuri's life and death unknown, how could he be without guilt, as if a living person was just a symbol in his eyes.

Ying Huan was still laughing, but his expression had cooled down, "Yes, this is our business, why does he appear again and again, have you never thought about why?"

"For whatever reason..."

"Because he wants to fuck|you," Ying Huan interrupted Xintang cruelly, and forcefully raised his chin, forcing him to look at him, "He took away your father and wanted to take me away because He wants to fuck|you, get it?"

"It's impossible..." Xin Tang retorted subconsciously.

He took a few glances at Tang Jiuri from afar. He was so thin that he seemed about to collapse when the wind blows. How could he... have that kind of thought about him.

"How is it impossible? Tangtang, you don't know yourself too well."

People will always be attracted by the qualities they lack. Xintang's enthusiasm and compassion are the best drugs that every corrupting person can feel alive.

Ying Huan's hands relaxed a little, and he caressed Xin Tang's side face like pity, "Anyone will fall in love with you."

Everyone would want to get Xin Tang.

It's just that he and people like Tang Jiuri are even worse.

Xin Tang only felt that Ying Huan was extremely weird at this moment, as if he had been regarded as something in the palm of his hand, and those slender eyes were full of morbid joy in fighting for success.

In fact, that was definitely not his illusion...

He has no past, no family, no friends, everything is under the surveillance and control of Ying Huan, and he can't even take a step out of the door. He is the spoils of success that Ying Huan fought for.

The reason why Ying Huan is still willing to play a qualified husband for a short time is because he knows that from the moment Xin Tang lost his memory, everything has fallen into his control.

But now, Ying Huan is tired of being a gentle lover, this is the most important reason why he is willing to take Xin Tang back to the place where he lived before.

Thinking of this, Xin Tang's whole body radiated a chill from the inside out.

"If I hadn't discovered these things," Xin Tang looked into Ying Huan's eyes, not missing any of his emotions, and asked, "What are you going to do?"

"Just know that I won't let you keep forgetting our past."

"So, no matter what I say or do, you will definitely force me to think about the past after the next year?"

Ying Huan tilted her head and smiled, and answered the irrelevant question: "It's cold on the ground, let's go back."

Xin Tang knew that Ying Huan meant to admit it.

All his struggles, his lies, and his so-called discoveries are nothing but insignificant self-entertainment in Ying Huan's eyes. There will only be one final direction of things, and that is to follow Ying Huan's ideas.

This is more difficult for Xin Tang to accept than the fact that he was deceived and imprisoned by Ying Huan.

Xin Tang pushed Ying Huan away, and almost broke down, roaring, "What do you think of me? Your toy? You crazy!"

"Why do you think so, Tangtang," Ying Huan grabbed Xintang's wrist with such force that no resistance could be tolerated. He pressed a fiery kiss on the place where Xintang wore the ring, and said as if sighing. : "You are my lover."

Xin Tang shook his head, tears slid down his cheeks into the skirt of his clothes, bringing him a cold experience, "I'm not your lover, you don't know what love is at all..."

He shouldn't be lucky, Ying Huan is a patient with schizoid personality disorder, how could he hope that a person who has no feelings will love another person?

Ying Huan kissed away Xintang's tears, "I know, I understand Tangtang, you make me feel alive, after you let me see, this is love, this is love, I love you, Tangtang, I love you you."

However, every time he said the word love, it would only make Xintang more sober.

Xin Tang slowly stopped crying, and broke Ying Huan and his own delusions with indifferent words: "You talk about love all the time, do you want me to believe it, or do you want yourself to believe it?"

The smile on Ying Huan's face finally completely disappeared, lost that layer of concealment, and his eyes became extremely indifferent, as if Xin Tang accidentally saw Ying Huan alone when he woke up from the car that day. The empty indifference that would show itself.

He let go of Xin Tang's wrist, slowly brushed Xin Tang's somewhat messy hair back, and then pressed his warm lips on it,

"I said, I love you, why don't you believe me?"

Ying Huan let go of the idea of ​​taking Xin Tang upstairs, and kissed Xin Tang right here.

At this moment, the intimate feeling of cross|neck makes Xin Tang feel sick, he can't feel any love, Ying Huan's tight entanglement makes him breathless, dense kisses are reflected all over his body, like the mark of a beast The territory was average, but he couldn't get rid of it, and even had the illusion that he was sinking into a swamp.

Xin Tang kept sinking in the swamp, as if wrapped in some kind of warm but foul-smelling softness, he had to work hard to wake up for a moment, but soon, he would be dragged into a deeper abyss again.

Maybe because he was forced to look at the photo a few times, Xin Tang really dreamed about the scene in the photo that night.

It was night, but there were not many people in the park, and most of them were men with thin bodies and cool clothes. There were hardly any people chatting, and the whole park seemed a little deserted.

Sitting on the bench, Xin Tang could not hide his exhaustion, and even looked a little dazed like a teenager. He searched left and right in several pockets, and finally found the last cigarette. Unfortunately, he failed to find the lighter.

He bit the cigarette in his mouth, leaned back on the chair, his head was higher than the backrest, so his entire face was almost parallel to the sky.

After looking at the half-bright stars for a while, he felt an unreasonable irritability, as if something big would happen tonight.

Xin Tang turned his head, just in time to see a man lit a cigarette and exhaled a puff of smoke comfortably.

He felt a little uncomfortable in his mouth, hesitated for a while, thought of the unreasonable irritability in his heart, and walked over, "Brother, borrow a fire."

The man was very talkative, and he threw the lighter to Xin Tang, which was not a valuable thing.

Xin Tang lit a cigarette, thanked him and returned to the bench, leaning against the back of the chair and letting his thoughts drift away, but the restlessness in his heart never completely disappeared, and at a certain moment, it even reached its peak.

He opened his eyes irritably, turned his head slightly, not wanting to see a tall figure walking straight towards him.

It was obviously summer, although the weather would not be too hot because it was evening, but the man was wearing a suit and had long hair, which seemed out of place here.

As he approached, Xin Tang saw his face clearly, and at that moment, his heart almost stopped beating.

How many years has he not seen that face...

It seems that nothing has changed, and it seems that everything has changed. His edges and corners are more distinct, and his beautiful facial features no longer make people regret the male and female appearance, but are full of aggressiveness that strangers should not get close to.

I didn't expect to meet again under such circumstances.

The man stopped beside him, stretched out his dazzlingly white hand, and took the cigarette from his lips.

"What are you thinking? Isn't it hot?"

As he spoke, he threw the nearly burnt cigarette on the ground, and crushed the end of the cigarette with the toe of his shoe.

Only then did Xin Tang come to his senses, and sat up straight in a panic, "Ying, Ying Huan..."

"You still recognize me," Ying Huan smiled, the sharpness of her eyebrows disappeared, and she was countless times more beautiful than the dim moonlight, "That's great..."

"How do you..."

Xin Tang was too flustered, after saying a few words, he suddenly got stuck, and couldn't finish what he was going to say.

"Why are you here?"

Ying Huan thoughtfully helped him add the second half of the sentence, and then replied by himself: "Passing by, I saw that your cigarette was about to burn out, but you didn't react at all, so you came over, and only after I got closer did I realize that it was you. "

"You really haven't changed at all."

"Ok?"

"Still so kind." Xin Tang leaned back in the chair, "I remember you used to feed stray cats after school, and I followed you secretly, but you probably don't know."

From an angle that Xin Tang couldn't see, Ying Huan raised his hand to cover the corners of his lips, as if he was amused by this sentence, but when he replied, he said in an unambiguous and slightly surprised tone: "You follow me!" I have been?"

"That's right, I actually did those encounters on purpose, but it seems like we broke up every time."

"You are so fierce to me, I thought you hated me."

Xin Tang was silent for a moment, "I'm sorry about what happened before..."

"It's okay, and it's not your fault alone. After all, you were ignorant at that time."

Ying Huan's eyes were a little cold, and it didn't look like it was okay at all. Unfortunately, Xin Tang was sitting on the bench, staring ahead, and didn't notice this weird scene.

After speaking, Ying Huan walked up to Xin Tang and sat down, and asked, "At that time, why did you suddenly disappear?"

"Something happened at home."

After a pause, seeing that Ying Huan had no intention of speaking, Xin Tang added: "My parents were in a car accident. My father had a leg amputated. My mother... died on the spot. After my father woke up, he will do it for me." Dropped out and brought me here."

"You left without saying hello, I've been looking for you for a long time."

Xin Tang tilted her head in surprise, but only saw Ying Huan's smooth and firm jawline.

Ying Huan looked into the distance and said, "We never mentioned breaking up, so you are still my boyfriend now, right?"

"But……"

Xin Tang glanced at Ying Huan's expensive suit, and then at his cheap shirt and jeans, which he had worn for a long time. A feeling of embarrassment surged up.

Now he should be unworthy of Ying Huan.

"I don't care about these, as long as you still love me." Ying Huan turned his head and looked at Xintang fixedly, "So, do you still love me?"

Love...that is already a very distant word for Xin Tang.

But he also knew that Ying Huan was indeed a dream buried in his heart, that's why he lost his composure the first time he saw Ying Huan just now.

Even at this moment, when he heard Ying Huan's words, his heart beat quietly quickened.

Just when Xin Tang could hardly bear to blurt out, a voice came from behind:

"Brother, who is this, your friend? I didn't know you had such a rich friend, why have I never heard of it before?"

As if a basin of cold water poured down from the top of his head, Xin Tang suddenly woke up——

Not only Xin Tang in the dream woke up, but Xin Tang outside the dream also suddenly opened his eyes.

Almost at the same time, Ying Huan's voice sounded: "It seems that you remembered something."

The cold and somewhat metallic voice was exactly the same as in the dream, and even the rising end was exactly the same. For a moment, Xin Tang couldn't even tell whether he was dreaming or in reality.

"What do you remember? Huh? Is it from this photo?"

Ying Huan held the photo and shook it in front of Xin Tang's eyes. It was specially selected by him yesterday for Xin Tang.

Xin Tang slowly came back to his senses, even thinking about the content of the dream, he still felt a bit chilly.

Dreaming is from a third perspective. I don't know if those expressions about Ying Huan were made up by himself. Anyway, he thinks that they are very similar to Ying Huan's real appearance.

"Aren't you going to talk?" Ying Huan narrowed his eyes slightly, and patted Xin Tang's face with a photo, "I have many ways to make you talk, but that might make you unhappy, what do you think?"

Xin Tang hated being threatened, but he had to admit that Ying Huan's threat was simple and effective.

"I remembered……"

"Tell me, what do you remember?"

Xin Tang briefly described the content of the dream, and the haze in Ying Huan's eyes gradually disappeared, as if she had suddenly become that gentle and harmless husband, "Look, Tang Jiuri can always come out to disrupt the situation at the right time, you Do you still think he doesn't have any thoughts about you?"

No matter what Tang Jiuri thought, it was better than Ying Huan, a lunatic.

After Ying Huan got up, he hung the photo that Xin Tang had already remembered on the wall. According to him, he would do his best to help Xin Tang recover his memory in the future, and when he remembered, he hung the corresponding photo on the wall.

It must have been fun to watch the white wall with photos growing in person.

Xin Tang felt that it was only a matter of time before he was driven crazy by Ying Huan.

Ying Huan has three full days of annual leave this year, and Xin Tang has never felt such a difficult three days.

On the first day of junior high school, Ying Huan made sure to take Xin Tang out to play, saying that it was the first day of junior high school and she couldn't stay at home.

"This is not my home." Xin Tangming knew that Ying Huan would be angry when he heard this, but he still said it.

Sure enough, Ying Huan pinched his chin and asked coolly, "This is not your home, where is your home?"

He sneered, and continued: "Do you still have a home, Tangtang? You have nothing but me now."

"Then this is not my home."

"Why do you have to be stubborn with me? What's in it for you?"

Xin Tang's nose was a little sour, and he also wanted to ask Ying Huan, why did he have to do this to him?What good is it for him?

But he couldn't say anything in the end.

Ying Huan let go of her hand, and said the cruelest words softly: "You don't want to go out, do you? Don't go out after that. I don't like Tangtang outside either."

Ying Huan has an almost paranoid execution of what he said. He said that Xin Tang will not go out in the future, which means that Xin Tang will not get the chance to go out again, even if he is accompanied by Ying Huan.

Not only that, after Ying Huan tore off the disguise, his behavior became more and more perverse. He often ignored Xin Tang's wishes and did things that made Xin Tang feel broken.

For example, the night before the end of the holiday, Ying Huan accidentally found a cheongsam from the closet that had been soaked in water once.

Xin Tang was lying on the bed, ready to go to sleep, but suddenly saw Ying Huan took out the cheongsam and asked him, "Do you remember this?"

"Almost forgot about it, I remember you like Tangtang very much, don't you?"

Xin Tang's face can be said to be extremely cold: "I don't like it now. People are like this, let alone a piece of clothing."

Ying Huan nodded, kicked the cabinet door back abruptly, but his face remained calm, "It's okay, you will fall in love again."

Animals' innate sense of danger made the hairs on Xintang's back stand up.

Ying Huan took off her home clothes slowly, and put on a cheongsam without hesitation in front of Xin Tang.

In the past, Xin Tang had imagined what Ying Huan would look like wearing this cheongsam countless times, but the imagined picture was never as shocking as what the eyes actually saw.

Against the backdrop of black silk, Ying Huan's cold white skin was as dazzlingly white as snow, and shone like jade, full of power that was waiting to explode.

The criss-cross slits on the side waist made his waistline even more obvious, the chest was hollowed out, and two triangular black lace pieces wanted to hide it, making him extremely sexy.

When he walked over with his legs open, the piece-style skirt could barely cover him, and the muscular lines that were bright and dark were outlined more clearly.

The femininity of women and the sense of power of men are perfectly combined on him, which is probably the real original intention of this kind of clothes.

Ying Huan walked to the bed, pulled her long hair behind her head, and fixed it with just a pen. Some broken hair hung down the side of her face, adding a bit of gentleness.

Some people can be full of these two contradictory temperaments at the same time, they can be like a gentle lady, or like a coquettish street girl.

Even Xin Tang, who has experienced so many things, has to admit that this Ying Huan is astonishingly beautiful, not in the ordinary sense of beauty, but a kind of explosive sexual attraction.

After fixing her hair, Ying Huan opened the bottom drawer of the bedside table, took out a black gold-rimmed necklace, and asked, "Do you want to wear it? This will determine how I treat you."

Xin Tang regained vigilance and looked at Ying Huan without saying a word.

Ying Huan clicked his tongue and said impatiently, "Speak."

Xin Tang had no choice but to speak: "What do you mean?"

"Put it on and be my dog; or refuse it and be my good boy." After a pause, Ying Huan asked, "Which one do you choose?"

Xin Tang felt something swell in his chest, almost breaking through his flesh—it was obviously full of explosive impulses, but it was completely submerged by his silence.

After a while, he regained the ability to speak, sat up and refused: "I don't choose, why should I choose this?" It seemed that this would make him more confident.

However, Xin Tang forgot that Ying Huan has never been a reasonable person.

Ying Huan grabbed Xintang's wrist and said word by word, "No, you must choose. If you can't decide, I'll help you choose, okay?"

Xin Tang wanted to break away, struggling until his wrist hurt, but to no avail, he broke down a bit, "Can you stop forcing me..."

"Is it difficult? Then let me make it easier for you."

Ying Huan raised the necklace and said considerately: "If you choose it, you should call me wife; if you don't choose it, you should call me mother. What do you want to call me?"

There is no choice at all, Xin Tang has already thought of his mother, an ordinary but gentle great woman.

Ying Huan just wanted to put that necklace on him...

"I'll give you three seconds. If you don't choose, I will choose for you."

Ying Huan's life-like countdown sounded immediately: "Three, two,"

"lady……"

At the last second before Yi came out, Xin Tang closed his eyes and forced himself to call out the word.

Warm hands caressed his brows and the side of his face, "Very good, good dog."