Kuai Chuan: Mei Qiang is miserable and forced to love by Sick Jiao

Su Yingying thought that Song Jingyuan could finally be with her with all her heart, so she hugged his waist and moved towards the room. Song Jingyuan raised her head slightly, not even wanting to breathe with her, and put her hands on her shoulders to keep a distance.

He walked to the door of the room absent-mindedly, and after swiping his card, the two bodies smashed open the door and walked in.

The door closed with a "bang", and just as Song Jingyuan plugged in the electric card, he was pushed against the wall by Su Yingying. Song Jingyuan's back hurt from being hit, but no matter how much it hurt, he didn't feel pain in his heart.

When Su Yingying's hand was about to touch his belt, Song Jingyuan immediately grabbed her by the neck, pushed her against the wall, and the handbag fell to the ground with a muffled "boom".

Su Yingying looked at him in horror, her cheeks were flushed, her heart beat faster and hit her chest due to lack of oxygen, and she tried to break his hands away with all her strength.

Song Jingyuan curled his lips into a chuckle, leaned close to her and whispered in her ear: "I originally wanted to stay with you for a few more minutes, but that phone call really made my heart hurt... No, it's a heartbreak...

And I just peeked at your mobile phone password, I think the so-called video is also in it?Then you really don't need to live. "

Su Yingying didn't expect that the one she fell in love with would be such a pervert. She couldn't make a sound from her throat, so she could only use her limbs and land to hit Song Jingyuan indiscriminately.

Her strength was getting weaker and weaker, Song Jingyuan could completely subdue her with only one hand, but the red blood in his eyes was spreading infinitely, and his bloodthirsty desire was rapidly expanding.

Just when Su Yingying rolled her eyes and was about to lose her breath, Song Jingyuan let go of her throat as if showing mercy, and fresh air immediately poured into her mouth and nose, and Su Yingying took a deep breath as if she was saved.

She was about to raise her hand to stroke her neck, when she saw Song Jingyuan's hand cut hard at her throat, the movement was fast and swift, and blood gushed out from her throat.

Su Yingying continued the unfinished movement of raising her hand to caress her neck. The consciousness in her frightened eyes gradually lost consciousness, and her slender hands were stained red with blood. Immediately afterwards, her body quickly collapsed and fell at Song Jingyuan's feet.

Song Jingyuan's right hand was hanging by his side, and the tiles in his hand were still dripping with blood, falling drop by drop on the floor.

He raised his hand and sniffed the bloody smell that fascinated him.It's a pity... Su Yingying's blood disgusted him, and only Fu Liang, Fu Liang's body and Fu Liang's blood made him obsessed.

Song Jingyuan threw the broken porcelain into the trash can, and then dragged Su Yingying's body into the bathtub of the bathroom.

He threw the shirt and trousers into the washing machine to wash and dry them, then stood under the shower calmly and took a shower, then wrapped himself in a bathrobe, dried his hair with a hair dryer, and tapped into Su Yingying's mobile phone, The video of him kissing Fu Liang was deleted.

In fact, it doesn't matter if you delete it or not, but he wants to make things clean and tidy. Since Fu Liang doesn't want other people to know their relationship, then he will fulfill him and treat it as his last wish.

Song Jingyuan wiped off all the blood in the room, cleaned it carefully, and then put on his clothes and left in his pocket, without a trace of panic or fear on his face.

Fu Liang didn't want to queue up at a big hospital, let alone go to his own private hospital, where he would be easily reported. He didn't want to worry his grandfather.

After he left the hotel, he went to a nearby clinic to have a brief look at the injury on his forehead. Although there were many bruises on other parts of his body, there was no muscle or bone injury. He just took some ointment and it was over.

Fu Liang's mind was very complicated. He was walking aimlessly on the street, not knowing how to say goodbye to Song Jingyuan tonight...or not saying goodbye, just leave quietly tomorrow morning.

But with Song Jingyuan's keenness, can he hide it?

The mobile phone in his trouser pocket rang, and he took it out to see that the 5000 million promised by Su Yingying had arrived.

There is no joy in Fu Liang's heart, the city's neon night scene is gorgeous and colorful, but unfortunately this world is not his home, he has nowhere to go, the city is full of fireworks, but he is just a passerby.

If you ask him what is worthy of his nostalgia in this world, Song Jingyuan is the only one left.

His heart ached again for that little sick girl whom he loved so much but kept hurting. The beige light from the shop window hit him, and Fu Liang turned his head to see the Rolex watch in the window.

Fu Liang in his character Cary has information about that watch in his memory. It is a limited edition watch that Song Jingyuan likes, with a price of more than 60.

Thinking of leaving tomorrow morning, Fu Liang asked for that watch almost without blinking an eyelid. It was exquisitely packaged and held in his hand. This was the first time that President Ba had exercised his original rights in other planes.

Although his ribs were not broken, his lower abdomen was throbbing and painful, and his breathing was a little bit more painful, as if his internal organs were disturbed. After walking for a long time, his calves would tremble uncontrollably. He had to lean against the wall to rest for a while before continuing. Go in the direction of home.

Fu Liang didn't want to go home so soon, because he didn't want to deal with Song Jingyuan's rhetoric, but it was too much for him to wander around the street all the time. His body was so uncomfortable that he couldn't even eat dinner. But there is always a feeling of wanting to vomit.

At ten o'clock in the evening, he finally called the driver and was picked up.

The bald driver was startled when he saw Fu Liang's bruised nose and swollen face from the rearview mirror: "Master, who beat you again? Let's call the police."

"Go back and talk about it tomorrow."

Fu Liang curled up weakly in the back seat, his whole body ached, but not as much as his heartache.

Fu Liang pushed open the door of the bedroom, the lights were not turned on in the room, but he could see the silhouette sitting by the bed, who else could it be if it wasn't Song Jingyuan?

"Why don't you turn on the light?" Fu Liang asked, taking a breath.

Song Jingyuan's tone was cold: "Don't turn on the light, I don't want to turn on the light."

Fu Liang's heart trembled, and he felt a bad premonition.

"it is good."

He responded obediently, then came in and locked the door behind him.

Song Jingyuan keenly heard that his tone was uncomfortable, so he got up and walked to his side. He found the wound on Fu Liang's face through the night scene outside the window or the dimness of the moonlight.

"Who hit it?" He said distressedly, and supported Fu Liang's body in time.

Fu Liang chuckled lightly, and said nonsense: "Playing in the afternoon, I had some conflicts with other teams, and then we got into a fight. They were even worse. I was only slightly injured."

Song Jingyuan felt that his body was probably seriously injured, so he blurted out: "Turn on the light, I'll help you apply the medicine."

Fu Liang thought for a while and agreed: "Okay."

He stretched out his hand to press the button on the wall. When Song Jingyuan saw the wound on Fu Liang's face, Fu Liang also saw the terrifying bright red in his eyes.

Fu Liang's lips trembled slightly: "Are you... not happy with your date in the afternoon?"

Song Jingyuan's tone could not be refused: "You lie down first, I will apply medicine for you, and talk while applying."

Fu Liang: "Okay."