Slag Gong wants to eat back grass [Quick Transmigration]

Controller of his life.

Seeing him like this, Fan Qinghe felt like he was under a gu, and kissed him without thinking.

It's been a long time since he kissed Qin Zhuang like this, like a lover, intertwined defenselessly, not for deceit and desire.

Qin Zhuang was pushed all the way to the cage by him, and he was completely vacated after he hugged him with both hands.

As a last resort, he could only put his hands around Fan Qinghe's neck, and endure his intimacy and inquiries.

Fan Qinghe: "Do you have a dog?"

Qin Zhuang's pupils shrank slightly, but he didn't deny it.

"There are dog hairs in the cracks of the bricks." Seeing Qin Zhuang's tense face, he comforted him, "Don't be so sneaky. If you like, you can let them roam the whole backyard."

Although he didn't know how Qin Zhuang brought the dog in, but thinking that he no longer obeyed him like a puppet, and even had his own little secret, Fan Qinghe felt that he was a little more energetic.

He hoped that Qin Zhuang would open his heart and accept himself again. For this reason, it was nothing to make a small compromise in life.

Chapter 26 Prison bird (26) Those who stumble do not know which step to go down to the abyss.Unintentional people don't know when love will take root.

Between lovers, isn't that the case?

Mutual tolerance and mutual understanding.

When the kiss was passionate, Fan Qinghe realized that he forgot to bring tools, and was about to let go of Qin Zhuang to get it, but heard a click again, and looked up, only to find that the other end of the handcuffs was handcuffed to the fence by Qin Zhuang.

"What?" Fan Qinghe asked.

Qin Zhuang escaped from his arms lightly, stood aside and asked coolly: "Do you still have the strength to move?"

"You still have the strength to move you." Fan Qinghe teased, but suddenly became alert, remembering the almost imperceptible smell mixed in Qin Zhuang's body fluid in that kiss just now...

Qin Zhuang bent down to pick up his shirt, and while dressing, he stepped forward and opened the bathroom door.

Three wolfhounds slowly came out of the bathroom, black and yellow, with canine teeth.

"Do you feel very familiar, drugging, beating, exactly the same tricks as you used on me." Qin Zhuang turned back, walked back to the birdcage in front of Fan Qinghe, and locked the door.

With the three wolfdogs outside staring at it, the birdcage became the safest place to go.

Qin Zhuang and Fan Qinghe looked at each other across the cage, and at this moment they finally showed a smile that belonged to the winner: "They have been hungry for two whole days, even if they put a cow here, they can eat it."

Perhaps in response to his words, the wolf dogs quickly noticed Fan Qinghe, who was immobile, and began to sniff him lightly.

Fan Qinghe tried to break free from the handcuffs, but the effect of the medicine gradually took effect, and soon he lost his strength.

"You..." Fan Qinghe tried to find the mobile phone in his trouser pocket, but when he found nothing, he realized that it had been stolen by Qin Zhuang.

Seeing this, he had no choice but to shout to the outside world: "Come on! Help!"

"Did you forget? You removed the bodyguards the day before yesterday to let me sleep well." Qin Zhuang stretched out his hand from the fence, held Fan Qinghe's head, and spoke of the enemy in a soft voice like a lover Such vicious words: "Your assistant is doing a good job. Thank him for me and help me buy these three good dogs."

He waved the mobile phone belonging to Fan Qinghe in his hand, retreated to the place farthest from the cage door, and started playing with peace of mind.

"No...no, get out, beast..." Fan Qinghe waved his movable hands and feet to drive away the wolf dogs, trying to drive them out of the room, or reason with them in human terms.

But soon, the first one boldly rushed forward and bit his right leg.

The smell of blood stimulated the remaining two, and all three wolfdogs came together for a while, feasting on Fan Qinghe.

To Qin Zhuang, the sound of barking and screaming was so clear and distant, very similar to the countless empty screams he had made in the past few years.

He didn't appreciate Fan Qinghe's tragic situation, he just entered the password to open the phone, trying to find evidence that he framed him.

Except for the content that Fan Qinghe locked again, he searched almost every corner, but the result still disappointed him.

Nothing at all.

It seems that his suffering is just the most inconspicuous of all kinds of evils to Fan Qinghe, and he doesn't even need to keep it specially, just let it go.

"Let me go." Qin Zhuang came to the door of the cage and said to Fan Qinghe, "Let me go and never come to me again. Everything between us will be cancelled. If you agree, I will call for you."

The canine teeth bit the flesh, and the smell of blood permeated the nostrils. Fan Qinghe was obviously in pain at the moment, but he still tried his best to stretch his arms and clenched Qin Zhuang's hand.

He wanted to, but he knew he couldn't do it.

Qin Zhuang lied to him and hated him, he was willing because he knew that he owed him and should pay it back.

But how could he watch this person escape from his world forever?

In the past, he had nowhere to vent his hatred and treated him as a punching bag, but now it is mixed with hatred and love, regret and pity. When he thinks that Qin Zhuang is going to leave, his heart hurts like bone-piercing pain. How can he let go?

"What I owe you...I'll pay you back...as long as you don't hate me, it doesn't matter if you kill me..." He grinned rarely, and interpreted the tension on Qin Zhuang's face as heartache.

With a hiss of pain in his words, he said, "I won't let you go...Qin Zhuang, I love you..."

It was not because he was Qin Zecheng's son, nor was it to set up some new scam.It's just that from this moment on, he knew they couldn't go back, but he still didn't give up and wanted to prove something.

He can also be desperate and sacrifice his life for Qin Zhuang, as long as Qin Zhuang doesn't leave him and stays by his side all the time.

"Who wants your love!" Qin Zhuang wished he could pinch his neck and let him swallow these useless words again: "You ruined my whole life and still said you love me, Fan Qinghe, do you deserve it?"

Even though Fan Qinghe was at a comprehensive disadvantage, Qin Zhuang still saw full resistance in his eyes.

Would you rather die than let yourself be free?

Qin Zhuang laughed sadly, and his only remaining luck was also snuffed out by Fan Qinghe, and he finally despaired completely.

"Then I have nothing to say." He shook his head, retreated until he could no longer retreat, and then slowly sat down next to the fence: "I also fed them some medicine, which was used on me...you take care Take it."

He pulled up the quilt, rolled his head and face, blocked those howling and biting sounds from the world, and lay down like this.

As if trapped in a never-ending fantasy dream, it is hard to tell whether it is dead or in the world.

The ups and downs of this half-life flashed through Fan Qinghe's mind like a horse watching flowers, the sensual and high-spirited youth, the sudden love, the disaster that followed, the search, revenge, trap...

He thought he had something to do every day, but in retrospect, he realized that countless lives were wasted.

I saw the dense fog again in a trance, and saw Qin Zhuang running in front from a distance, but when I followed him, there was no one, I didn't hear the sound of footsteps, only I was left in the enmity that was more important than the first, and I couldn't hide it, and I couldn't get out. .

He also had the opportunity to start again, grasping someone's hand, and throwing away those hurts far away, you don't dislike me, I don't dislike you, just live like this for a lifetime.

But those who have stumbled do not know which step to go down is the abyss.

Unintentional people don't know when love will take root.

"There is an urgent need for type A blood transfusion."

It was noisy outside, like a group of people gathered around, making people dizzy.

"Here's the pacemaker."

What about Qin Zhuang?

"There is a reaction, continue."

Fan Qinghe moved his fingers, as if he wanted to hold someone's hand, but in the end he only encountered nothingness.

[System prompt: The main character Fan Qinghe loves +5, and the current love value is 95. 】

In the second bedroom of the villa, in the cage, Qin Zhuang has recovered some consciousness from the previous turmoil.

Fan Qinghe was rescued by the servants who came to clean up, but the blood was still there, with a disgusting salty smell.Such a dazzling bright red seemed to be dyed directly on his fingertips.

He turned on Fan Qinghe's cell phone, racked his brains to come up with a number he wrote down during his escape, edited the text message and sent it out.

That was the first domino that caused the tragedy of his life, and it was the only thing that could help him escape now.

Regardless of whether Fan Qinghe is dead or alive this time, he will not end well. The death of his father many years ago is the best example.

In order to survive, he must leave a way out for himself.

When Fan Qinghe woke up from the coma, he did not know how many days after the incident happened.

His uncles, uncles, cousins ​​and cousins ​​gathered together and argued endlessly.

If the breathing mask on the bridge of the nose was not still there, Fan Qinghe might have thought that they were dividing up his family property after death.

No one noticed that he was awake, and everyone insisted on their own opinions. After listening carefully to Zheng Lailai, they realized that they were talking about how to deal with Qin Zhuang's affairs.

"Who did I think he was raising? It turned out to be that little bastard born to Qin Zecheng. I'm afraid the Qin family is behind this matter again."

"Oh, the Qin family? Is there still the Qin family now? I'm afraid that the uncles are instigating behind the scenes and want to murder the family."

"Anyway, that guy can't stay. He will be turned over to the police station and prosecuted for attempted murder."

Fan Qinghe knew the nature of his relatives, they were all skinny tigers and wolves who would go to the Three Treasures Hall for everything and see money.He wanted to say that this was his own business, and he couldn't allow them to interrupt, but the anesthetic hadn't worn off yet, and he couldn't squeeze much strength, so he couldn't speak.

"It's fine to kill him directly, without anyone noticing, otherwise my family will be fascinated by him, and I don't know how many stupid things I have done."

Fan Qinghe thought they were just talking, but the topic became more and more crooked, and even touched his inverse scales.

"You don't know yet, my family even changed their will a while ago, and all the movable and real property in their hands were given away to others. If it wasn't for the timely rescue this time, I'm afraid my family would become that murderous kid."

"I can't bear this matter. My family will call me Uncle Shi anyway. Since I am an elder, I will be the master for him."

Fan Qinghe was so angry that one Buddha was born and two Buddhas ascended to heaven. With his right hand, he tried his best to pull out the infusion needle on the back of his left hand, and without thinking about it, he pulled it up on the bedside table.

Seeing him move, everyone panicked. Seeing his almost self-harming action, they rang the bell again, called the doctor for the doctor, and pressed the person for the other person.

Fan Qinghe tried his best to draw out six words before letting them push him back on the bed.

There was a riot in the ward, and when the nurse came to change Fan Qinghe's needle and tie it up again, no one was able to concentrate on reading what Fan Qinghe had written.

Rough and scribbled, but clearly readable words jumped into my eyes, which read: No one is allowed to touch him!

All of them looked at each other for a moment, the people who had been thinking about each other just now became that quail with their heads down, and they dared not speak lightly.

Fan Qinghe's two legs were badly injured, his flesh and blood were torn apart, and his bones were exposed from the bite.

The doctor sewed him with stitches and put medicine on him when he was in a coma. Layers of bandages were tied like a mummy, but they couldn't stop the piercing pain.

Fan Qinghe lay on his back on the hospital bed, moistened his throat after drinking water, and the first sentence he uttered was: "Where is Qin Zhuang?"

Chapter 27 Prison Bird (27) "If I could have a next life, I would have to drink a bowl of Mengpo soup when I cross the Naihe bridge, and forget him completely, without even a trace of him in my soul."

"Still at your house, there are servants to deliver meals and clean up for him on time." The newly hired nurse said so.

A big stone fell to the ground in Fan Qinghe's heart, and his spirit was completely relaxed.But he hadn't recovered from his serious illness, and he still didn't have much energy. He just turned his head and looked out of the window in a daze.

It's too ruthless, Qin Zhuang's move.

Even Fan Qinghe, who is used to seeing strong winds and waves, has no choice but to give such an evaluation.

The rabbit will bite people when it is in a hurry, but he was not careful, so he was bitten by that person.

As far as these two legs are concerned, it is impossible to return to their original state, and I am afraid that they will be lame for a lifetime.

Perhaps Qin Zhuang was born to be his nemesis. Originally, he could rely on his old love to win a fair share, but now he is completely at a disadvantage.

It can't be locked, it can't be locked, and it can't be trapped, so it can only be neither awkward nor awkward, neither far nor near, and when this life is exhausted, it will be almost the same.

Qin Zhuang and Fan Qinghe are more than ten miles apart, looking at the same sky, but they are in completely different moods.

System: "Player, do you want to fly away with the branch characters?"

Qin Zhuang flipped through the book in his hand leisurely, and replied without raising his head: "If it was the original Qin Zhuang, maybe he would have chosen this way. After all, what he wants is to turn into a butterfly and regain a new life. But I don't Similarly, I am not here to live, I am here to torture scum and do missions, and a quick victory is my purpose."

System: "What are you going to do?"

Qin Zhuang: "What is more painful than the death of a loved one in front of you? Find a chance for him to discover my plan. What I want is his anger that can burn everything."

System: "Yes."

On the other side, in the ward.

As soon as Fan Qinghe stuffed some food into his stomach with the help of the nurse, the doctor came into the room and changed his medicine.

Fan Qinghe was distracted, and the doctor pulled the bandage off the injured leg. The sharp bite of the canine teeth seemed to be still in the memory of his flesh and blood, and now he still feels shuddering when he thinks about it.

At that time, he almost thought that he was going to die like that.

Three hooligans who sneaked into the campus were exchanged for three wolfdogs who ate people and didn't spit out their bones. That person really interpreted the words "an eye for an eye" to the extreme.

He never thought that the person next to his pillow would have such a sharp strategy, nor did he expect that he would deal with him so mercilessly.

Could this be the so-called cause and effect?

Qin Zecheng harmed him, and he searched thousands of miles for Qin Zecheng; he took revenge on Qin Zhuang, and Qin Zhuang came to plot against him again.

Going around in circles, after a long circle, I returned to the original point.

Apart from this injury, there is nothing else left.

The doctor's words brought back his soul wandering outside of Jiuxiao: "Mr. Fan, please cooperate, you still have some lacerations on your body...need to be dealt with..."

As he spoke, he reached for Fan Qinghe's trousers, but this brought up some episodes that the man didn't want to think about.

Fan Qinghe didn't even think about it, he waved the doctor away, and felt his stomach churning, reflexively arched his upper body and stretched his neck, and vomited under the bed.

Seeing this, the nurse hurriedly took the trash can to pick it up. For a while, there was a sour smell in front of the hospital bed, and the medical staff couldn't help but move their faces away.

Fan Qinghe hadn't eaten much since he fell into a coma, and after vomiting the food residue, he could only vomit some acid water back and forth.

The nurse helped him straighten his back and wiped his mouth and nose with a wet towel.After drinking water and rinsing his mouth, Fan Qinghe finally recovered from the turmoil.

He said to the doctor, "I'll do it myself."

"But you have an injury on your leg, it's inconvenient to move, and it's very likely that the wound will be torn open... Don't worry, I gave you the medicine when you were unconscious before..." Before the doctor finished speaking, he saw Fan Qinghe His complexion suddenly changed, he grabbed the flowers and fruits sent by the visiting people on the bedside table, and threw them towards them.

"I said get out, get out!"

Everyone didn't dare to offend him, they tried their best to dodge and were beaten several times, and they all died.

The doctors and nurses looked at each other, seeing fear in each other's eyes, hurriedly put the wound medicine in a convenient place for Fan Qinghe, and hurried out.

Fan Qinghe lay on the edge of the bed panting violently, the anger on his face turned into sadness before it faded.

If he changed his previous temperament, if it wasn't Qin Zhuang who harmed him, he would definitely make that person unable to live or die.

But it was because he knew how badly Qin Zhuang had been injured, and that all of this was a retribution for wrongdoing, so he couldn't let out his breath.

He drove away all the people who helped him. Fan Qinghe looked left and right and couldn't find anyone else, so he had to take out his spare phone and dialed the phone number of his cronies.

"Slaughter those three dogs to me, and that bastard surnamed Zheng..."

As soon as Fan Qinghe finished speaking his assistant's name, he heard his cronies ask over there: "What's wrong with him? Don't you usually trust him?"

"He slept with Lao Tzu's man!" Fan Qinghe gripped the sheet so hard that it was almost twisted, and said in a hateful voice, "Don't ever let me see this bastard!"

The cronies over there hurriedly agreed, and Fan Qinghe lay back on the bed exhausted after hanging up the phone.

As the sound of his breathing gradually calmed down, the deathly silence returned to the ward.

It's funny to say that he has wealth and power beyond the sky, but when he was in trouble, he couldn't even find a single person for himself.

The uncles came here only for profit, fighting each other in the ward with invisible knives and guns, hoping to get a share of the pie after their death.

The old lovers and friends are just friendships obtained in exchange for two glasses of wine. If you don't write letters, you won't worry much about your own pain at this time.

Ever since he was hurt by Qin Zecheng, he never trusted anyone.Now, no one is willing to take him seriously and warm his heart with warm blood.

He wanted to put Qin Zhuang in his heart, but that person regarded him as a scourge and avoided him.

Retribution.

Fan Qinghe tried his best to switch from lying on his back to lying on his side, reached for the medicine bottle, dipped a cotton swab in the plaster, and applied the medicine to himself with difficulty and humiliation.

Qin Zhuang was locked in a birdcage, and was looked after every day, and servants were in charge of eating, drinking and drinking, so it was rare to have a few days of leisure.

He didn't know that it was Fan Qinghe who issued the order "no one can touch him", and he thought that the man was dead or in a coma and had no time to talk to him, so he quietly planned to escape, waiting for Lu Hanjiang to come and pick him up.

Xu Shi was in a good mood after taking revenge on Fan Qinghe, and he was still humming in the cage.The popular songs from three years ago may sound old now, but they are already a rare pastime for him.

The servant was mopping the floor. Hearing his singing, he looked over in puzzlement and asked, "Why are you still in the mood to sing?"

Qin Zhuang changed his previous resignation and asked him: "Why can't you sing? The revenge is avenged, and I can't wait to buy two more firecrackers to celebrate."

He grabbed the fence and spit out all his anger in idioms: "I hate him, I wish he died, I wish I had never seen him in this life, if I can have a next life, I will have a bowl of Mengpo soup when I cross the Naihe Bridge Drink it, forget him completely, not even a trace of him in your soul."

Seeing his madness, the servant shook his head, took the cleaning tools and left, but Qin Zhuang's voice still came from far behind: "Does he think that I will forgive him for putting on airs and trying to please him? Dreaming! He Let me be a whore for three years, and I will still hate him for another 30 years, 300 years!"

Qin Zhuang sat back on the mattress, his body had already calmed down, but he was still cursing: "He ruined me, he hurt me, I've loved him all my life, he treats me like this..."

Cursing and cursing, thinking of the past again, I raised my hand to wipe my sore eyes, but only wiped away a trace of tears.

Just a little bit, nothing more.

Fan Qinghe didn't know how many days he was in the hospital. His cronies brought him company documents and important family affairs as usual, but they came over and said, "My family, the boy surnamed Lu that you asked us to keep an eye on, originally sent him I got off the plane, and then I evaporated from the world.”

While approving the documents, Fan Qinghe said, "At first I wanted to spare his life, but since he wanted to die himself, there's no need to be soft."

Confidant: "One more thing, your mobile phone fell into the hands of Young Master Qin, and the one you didn't get back has a few extra text messages in the past few days."

Fan Qinghe's writing hand paused, and the refill was almost folded on the paper.

The cronies didn't make it clear, but Fan Qinghe already understood the cause and effect: Qin Zhuang ordered him to escape from him.

For a moment, Fan Qinghe didn't care about any public or private affairs and family affairs, he just threw the pile of documents and the small table carrying them on the ground, making a loud bang.

His eyes were burning red, like a raging lion, or a monster sucking blood.

For decades in his life, Fan Qinghe had never cared so much about a person.

Do everything possible to find a way to cure him, beg him for forgiveness in a low voice, even if you put a hot face on his cold butt, even if he used such a vicious method to cripple two legs, you only have to dig out your whole heart for him to see It was black and white, and everything else was done.

But what about him?

He didn't give him a chance, he didn't think about it, he couldn't wait to fly to the sky as soon as he had a chance, desperately trying to break free from his control.

For a moment, Fan Qinghe wished he could run back to the villa and strangle him to death, and kill him with another bullet, in exchange for death in exchange for the grievances and enmities in this life disappearing, and the next life will start from scratch, and the two of them will live a good life.

But Qin Zhuang was so merciless, he tried his best to expel himself from the rest of his life, he would rather pin his hope on someone who raped him than look back at himself.

Every word, every action, every move, every move, is telling him that Fan Qinghe is not worthy of him!

Fan Qinghe rubbed his stiffened face with his hands, turned his head and said to his relatives: "Keep this wooden stake well, surround it in all directions, and wait for the rabbit to enter the net."

Confidant: "Yes."

The day agreed with Lu Hanjiang came soon. Sitting in the birdcage, Qin Zhuang felt that the sunlight shining into the room that day became brighter, warming his body that he hadn't relaxed for a long time.

Chapter 28 Prison Bird (28) "You are dreaming! Even if you die, you are mine, and I belong to Fan Qinghe! If you die, I will drag you to be buried together, buried in a coffin, and even the ashes are mixed together!"

Qin Zhuang stayed at the bottom of the cage, raised his ID card and savings card above his head, and looked at the familiar patterns and numbers on them through the skylight, as if he was looking at his indulgent future through those two thin cards.

A quarter of an hour later, he cut his own wrist with a spoon that was hidden half a month ago and sharpened like a knife after many times of sharpening.

The wound was not deep, after all, he had no real intention of killing himself.

He just needs a little blood to help him complete this scene.

When the servant saw Qin Zhuang lying motionless at the bottom of the cage bleeding from his wrist, his first reaction was that the man was going to die, so he called the doctor and opened the cage door to rescue him.

In the blink of an eye, Qin Zhuang suddenly jumped up and hit the servant on the head with his elbow. While he was in a daze, he quickly ran out of the birdcage and locked the door.

When the servant woke up from the pain, he had lost the opportunity to catch Qin Zhuang, so he could only cover his head and shout: "It's not good! Master Qin has run away!"

The experience of fleeing many times allowed Qin Zhuang to figure out the structure of this villa.

Eating and drinking for several days in a row also allowed him to nourish his energy and build up his strength.

While the bodyguards were attracted to the stairs by the shouts, he turned back to a higher floor, found a sunny room, and climbed down along the ventilation duct.

Tossing and turning to the garage, touching the car, starting it lightly, kicking the accelerator and rushing out, leaving all the hustle and bustle and chases behind.

The plan was completed seamlessly, even a little too smoothly.

Qin Zhuang chewed out the unusualness of his escape, but he didn't pay much attention to it. He ran all the way to the highway, repeatedly recalling the meeting place he had arranged with Lu Hanjiang.

Is it time to see the light of day again?His heart was pounding, and his eyes were filled with joy.

Finally, he arrived at the grove that Lu Hanjiang had agreed upon. A white car was parked around the corner, as if quietly waiting for his arrival.

Almost without thinking, Qin Zhuang pulled out the key and got out of the car, ran all the way to the front window of the car, and said, "Hurry up, they are about to catch up."

The window of the car swung down, but it was not Lu Hanjiang's face that came into view, but Fan Qinghe's confidant.

The muzzle of the black gun silently pressed against the back of Qin Zhuang's head, and many men in black lurking in the bushes appeared around him.

"I'm sorry, Young Master Qin, your escape game is over."

When Qin Zhuang was escorted back to the villa, Fan Qinghe who was far away in the hospital also got the letter and rushed back without stopping.

Even in front of Fan Qinghe, Qin Zhuang didn't show the slightest timidity, and even laughed grinningly: "Mr. Fan is here, why, do you want to torment me with your rags again? Or do you want to burn cigarettes? Playing with water Punishment? What do you do with a straight face, isn’t this all your forte?”

Fan Qinghe didn't answer, but stared at Qin Zhuang with a pair of dark eyes, wanting to see if this man had a heart that would hurt.

After a long time, when Qin Zhuang thought he would not open his mouth, he said: "I thought... if I gave you more freedom, you would care about my well-being. Unchain your chains and let the servant take care of everything. Take care of you, even remove the cage, and give you freedom to the greatest extent, but you are still not satisfied..."

"Contentment?" Qin Zhuang laughed, as if the most absurd and funny words came out of Fan Qinghe's mouth.

Qin Zhuang: "Having a dog and giving him some meat and bones every day will make him forget the chain around his neck and the fact that he was once a human being?"

Fan Qinghe stretched his neck, and said in a deep voice, "I'll give you whatever you want. But you shouldn't, you shouldn't have colluded with other men and run away from me!"

Qin Zhuang: "I want freedom, I want dignity, and I want you to get out of my world. But you can't do it. Everything is an extravagant wish for you. Moreover, seeing me being raped You who were kidnapped by Lu Hanjiang but not rescued, you who did nothing even if I was raped, and you who called so many people to torture me, what right do you have to control how many men I slept with and how many people I touched?"

Fan Qinghe rattled the armrest of the wheelchair, wishing he could kill this vicious and vicious ghost with a gun, so that he wouldn't keep hurting his heart again and again.

"You're dreaming! Even if you die, you are still mine, I belong to Fan Qinghe! If you die, I will drag you to be buried together, buried in the same coffin, and even the ashes will be mixed together!"

Listening to his words when he was furious, Qin Zhuang had no doubt that these were his true words.

How funny.

When you don't love, you can see yourself crawling and rolling in the swamp like a wild dog, struggling to escape, and trampling your face hard under your feet.

When in love, I wish I could engrave his name on every bone, even if I become a puppet at his mercy, I won't let go.

Qin Zhuang covered his face, his laughter was empty, as if he saw the rest of his life without any light, and the days and nights he had to live with Fan Qinghe.

Sorrow turned to venom, drowning in his throat with tears, burying him in despair from the neck down.

It was also at that moment that he made a move.

Instead of attacking, he snatched the gun from the man in black closest to him.

"Shua, Shua, Shua." The people around Fan Qinghe drew their guns at the same time, all pointing at him, as if they would shoot him to death if there was any abnormality.

Qin Zhuang opened the safety lock, but it was not facing Fan Qinghe, but toward his own temple.

He was betting that Fan Qinghe didn't want him to die that much, that Fan Qinghe wanted a living person more than a cold corpse.

Fan Qinghe clenched his hands subconsciously, he stared at Qin Zhuang, and said: "You don't need to threaten me, this trick is useless."

But Qin Zhuang just retreated step by step, and soon retreated to the door of the room, and climbed up to the roof.

The bodyguards were afraid of hurting him, so they didn't dare to follow too closely.

Fan Qinghe pushed the wheelchair all the way, and followed it. When he reached the place with stairs, he simply left the wheelchair and stood up while leaning on the railing.

The injury lasted a hundred days, and it was still a long time before his injured leg healed, but Fan Qinghe didn't care about anything else, he just looked at the figure that was getting further and further away, and wanted to pull him back to his side.

"Don't come here again." Qin Zhuang finally stopped at the edge, and said to him in a voice that was so calm that it was dead silent.

He was so thin and fragile, crumbling in the cold wind, as if all the hardness and softness in this life had been consumed in this confrontation.

"I loved you..." Qin Zhuang murmured, his eyes were full of nostalgia, but more of an irreparable wound: "I loved you so sincerely..."

But what's the use of that?

Those good things melted away like ice and snow under the sun.The once pure white was stained with the filth of the soil, and it was no longer half pure.

"Let me go," he said, as if determined or begging.

Fan Qinghe shook his head slowly.

Qin Zhuang is gambling, and he is gambling too.

He didn't believe that Qin Zhuang spent so much time planning such a game of chess just to commit suicide.

So he replied firmly: "I won't let you go, don't even think about it."

As the wind picked up, Qin Zhuang lost his mind in the overwhelming despair, and the hand holding the gun relaxed for a moment.

At this time, Fan Qinghe had already quietly stepped forward, and threw himself in front of him, grabbing the gun in his hand.

Qin Zhuang knew that if he did not succeed this time, he would have no chance to escape again.

Fan Qinghe also used [-]% of his strength to stop him. His physique and physical strength were a bit higher than Qin Zhuang's, but due to his serious illness, he was no longer as brave as before, and he couldn't succeed after fighting for a long time.

Seeing that Fan Qinghe failed to gain the upper hand, the bodyguards approached the rooftop in twos and threes.

But when the muzzle of the gun was aimed at Qin Zhuang's head under the action of two strong forces, there was only a "bang", and the bullet left the chamber.

Blood spattered, and Qin Zhuang's consciousness suddenly became extremely distant.

He saw the ground keep rising, rising, and finally hit him hard on the head.

Blood gushed out.

At the last moment of his life, the world in his eyes regained its color.

It was... blood red.

"Qinzhuang!" Fan Qinghe yelled desperately while leaning on the edge of the roof, hot liquid splashed out and fluttered all the way down.

Seeing that the situation was wrong, the assistant hurriedly grabbed him who was about to jump off the building, and they all fell on the cold roof.

"No, it wasn't me..." Fan Qinghe looked at his palm and whispered wildly: "I didn't shoot..."

He rushed to the assistant at the side and said, "Go, save him, call the doctor, go quickly..."

He wanted to run downstairs with his injured leg, but before he could get up, he fell heavily.

[System prompt: The main character Fan Qinghe loves +5, and the current love value is 100. 】

Time became a torment placed on a frying pan.

When Fan Qinghe woke up from the coma, Qin Zhuang's face was already covered with a white cloth.

He rolled over and got out of bed, ignoring the pain in his legs, he was about to uncover that barrier.

The confidant stopped him in time, and said: "My family, I advise you not to, the death of Young Master Qin... is a bit miserable..."

Fan Qinghe pushed his hand away, and pulled it away recklessly.

The man opened his eyes, half of his face was stained with blood, it was really miserable.

But how could Fan Qinghe dislike him, he just held his hands in his hands and put them close to his mouth, feeling the remaining warmth from the corpse.

It's still hot, you see, it's still hot.

How could it be possible to die?He's only 27, so young.If he was going to die, he would go into the ground first, so how could it be his turn.

Are you mad at me?I don't care about you anymore, really, I don't care about anything with you.

Just talk to me, okay?do not scare me.

Do you want to go abroad?Don't leave with Lu Hanjiang, I'll find a way for you to study... Even if you want to go back to school and become a teacher, it's okay.

You ask me to testify, I will do it.

I admit my mistake, I will confess, I will tell the truth, and I will return your innocence.

You talk to me, okay?

Your face is dirty, it must be because the servant didn't wash it well for you, wait for me, I'll find a clean towel and wipe it for you.

Chapter 29 Prison Bird (29) Yin and Yang are separated, and the sky is vertical and horizontal. You remember each other in the world, but he is buried in the mud.

While thinking about it, Fan Qinghe was looking for a towel, but was stopped by his cronies.

The relative said to him in a voice so calm that it was almost pity: "My family, he is dead."

Fan Qinghe pushed him away roughly, and cursed: "He's not dead!"

"Who said he's dead, he's not dead...he's not dead..." Fan Qinghe entered the bathroom in a daze, found a clean towel after a while, and gave it to Qin