There is always scum who wants to be reborn

Zhu Wanxing was covered in water and sat paralyzed on the ground, the small window in the bathroom was not closed, the night wind that invaded would blow him through, he stared blankly at Lu Tinghe, who was furious and insane, the other party was still roaring madly, but He could not hear a sound as if he was deaf.

Only Lu Tinghe's words vibrated around his ears, brushing against his eardrums again and again: Zhu Wanxing, I have never liked you in these five years.

He seemed to be in a daze and couldn't understand the meaning of this sentence. He kept replaying the clips after rebirth in his head. From the age of 16 to 21, this was the five years when he lived with the utmost care and effort, like a man in hiding. Little thief, trembling, but full of expectations.

He learned to cook all Lu Tinghe's favorite dishes, carried his schoolbag to pick him up from get off work, took out all his savings as start-up funds to start a business with him, and smirked as he furnished this villa as his home for the rest of his life. During Lu Tinghe's sensitive period, he handed over all of himself like a sacrifice.

He is like a clumsy little snail, hiding all his hopes in the small house on his shoulders, and slowly crawling forward step by step.

However, his body hurt more and more, and every step he took felt like cutting his flesh. When he finally couldn't bear to look down, he realized that there was no way to give him alms, only a white salt field.

He watched his body melt little by little, screaming and wanting to support the little house on his shoulders, only to turn around to see Lu Tinghe standing behind him watching coldly, waiting for him to completely melt into a puddle of water before trampling him to pieces.

The air in the chest cavity was getting less and less, Zhu Wanxing half-opened his eyes, feeling that he was going to be burned, he inhaled hard, but the pressure in his chest became stronger and stronger, looking down, it turned out that Lu Tinghe was pressing his chest.

The shower turned on again at some point, and cold water poured down from the top of his head. Lu Tinghe pinched his chin to force him to look at him, and asked him with a sneer, "Have you tasted it? It's the taste of being cheated."

"How about it, Master Zhu, is it fun? Don't you like playing the most?"

Zhu Wanxing didn't make a sound, he dragged him up and hit the wall, "Say it! Let me ask you, is it fun!"

Zhu Wanxing's eyes went dark when he was hit, and he was awakened by the water again. He couldn't stop shaking, the wounds all over his body were about to be soaked in blisters, his head was burning hot, and his throat was so dry that he couldn't make a sound.

Lu Tinghe kept asking questions, stuck his throat for him to answer, Zhu Wanxing's eyes finally focused, and slowly grabbed his wrist with trembling hands, his voice was hoarse like swallowing sand: "Brother...I hurt... ..."

Lu Tinghe laughed loudly, grabbed his hair and approached, "My little Xingxing is so delicate, does this hurt?"

"What about me?" He pinched the person's face and growled, "Huh? What should I do?"

"You can still beg for mercy when you are in pain, and you can still tell me, what should I do? Ah? They gagged me, pressed me to the ground like a dog and dug my glands, you tell me what I should do! I him Mom, who are you going to tell!"

"Zhu Wanxing, I'm in pain too..." He pulled the man by the collar and dragged him in front of him, his eyes were scarlet, "Who can save me!"

Lu Tinghe pushed him away with a "bang" and bumped into the edge of the bathtub, Zhu Wanxing screamed in pain, trembling and curling up his fingers, his eyes could not be opened anymore, everything around him began to blur and shake, only his heart was still open obediently Then, he was stabbed in with a knife.

Lu Tinghe helped him up, brushed his thumbs over the corners of his eyes, "You said you love me? You love me..."

Lu Tinghe repeated it several times with a sneer, as if telling some unbelievable joke, "Then you know, that day is my 30th birthday, and I plan to propose to you that day."

Zhu Wanxing took a breath, and thought of the will in the safe with his name written all over it. It was all the family property that Lu Tinghe had saved after nearly ten years of hard work, and was snatched away by Lu Fengchuan before he saw the sun.

"How is it? Isn't it more fun?"

"I'm sorry...Brother...I'm sorry..." Zhu Wanxing was so distressed that he couldn't breathe, he couldn't say anything except apologizing, tears were washed away by the water and overflowed.

Lu Tinghe pressed his forehead and gritted his teeth: "There is a problem with your family's business. I will give half of the company's shares to help you. You are the young master of Jinzhiyuye. I will use all my family property to propose to you, but you can't wait." ah……"

Lu Tinghe leaned against his forehead while laughing and roaring: "You can't wait for me to die! You can't even wait for me to finish that meal!"

"You only see your family, your father, and yourself in your eyes, never me!" He laughed maniacally, clutching his collar and throwing him into the bathtub, "Have you ever worried about me for even a second? Ah? Have you ever thought about whether I will be in pain once!"

Zhu Wanxing didn't know how many times he fell, the water flowing down from his back was mixed with a little red color, and then disappeared quickly.

Lu Tinghe gasped for breath, pinched his fingers deeply into his palm but still trembled violently, he could only grab the sink to calm himself down.

Suddenly there was a rush of mobile phone ringing in the living room, I don't know how many times it rang, Lu Tinghe glanced at the person sitting in the bathtub, and raised his foot to answer the phone.

"Brother Wang, are you ready?"

Wang Jia is the brother he brought out from the village. He has been with him for so many years, and he has always been doing things that Lu Tinghe is not easy to do.

Things were a little urgent, and the two of them talked for a while before they settled down. There was a sound behind him, and Lu Tinghe frowned, "That's it, get ready to start, hang up."

He rushed back quickly, Zhu Wanxing had already walked into the living room, was barely standing with the drawer propped up, when he saw Lu Tinghe coming in, he immediately turned around and put his hands behind his back.

Lu Tinghe glanced at the open drawer and walked over, "What are you hiding? Inhibitors?"

Zhu Wanxing shrank his shoulders and slowly backed away, he didn't even have the strength to shake his head, "It's not...not hiding—"

With a "bang", Lu Tinghe raised his hand and closed the drawer heavily, "Did I ask you to take the inhibitor?"

Zhu Wanxing was startled, his face was terrifyingly pale, but he still stubbornly lowered his head and kept silent, Lu Tinghe stretched out his hand to him: "Bring it."

Zhu Wanxing backed up with the sink, raised her red and swollen eyelids and looked at him, tears slipped into her mouth, begging in a hoarse voice, "Brother...I didn't—"

Lu Tinghe's expression darkened, "I'll let you bring it!"

Zhu Wanxing shook his shoulders, lowered his eyes and stretched out his hand, his palm spread out, what was hidden inside was not an inhibitor, but the tie that Lu Tinghe replaced the day before yesterday.

He has long been delirious due to high fever and estrus, almost instinctively looking for something with Lu Tinghe's pheromone.

Lu Tinghe was stunned for two seconds, then raised his hand to knock off the tie, Zhu Wanxing retracted his hand, and then a faint ebony fragrance overflowed, lingering in front of Zhu Wanxing.

His unclear eyes were even more misty, the tip of his nose fluttered to chase the scent, and he approached him like a marionette, Lu Tinghe pinched his chin, and said in a hoarse voice: "You want my pheromone so much?"

Zhu Wanxing's lips trembled twice, and there was grievance in his murmured voice: "I want it, but you won't give it to me..."

"I'll give it. How could I not give it if you put on such a pitiful look?"

He sneered, and stretched out his hand to push away Zhu Wanxing's collar to look inside, Zhu Wanxing thought he wanted to do it, so he woke up instantly, took a step back and tightened his collar, "I don't want it anymore...Brother, I don't want it anymore..."

He didn't notice Lu Tinghe's cold face again, he staggered forward holding the cabinet, trying to take a deep breath so as not to remind himself of the man on the mountain, but before he took two steps, Lu Tinghe grabbed his wrist and threw him on the sofa, " Um, bro..."

Zhu Wanxing's eyes went dark when he fell, he tried to get up on the sofa but couldn't use the strength, his ankle was wrapped around his wrist and a hand dragged him backwards, the situation on the mountain suddenly entered his head, and the despair and fear of being alone and helpless surged up again heart.

He struggled almost reflexively, grabbing the star pillow that rolled down on the ground and crawled forward, "Brother... no... I don't want it anymore..."

"If you don't want me, who do you want? Lu Fengchuan? Or another alpha?"

The more he struggled, the harder Lu Tinghe exerted himself, and when he was finally pulled over, his stomach hit the armrest of the sofa. Zhu Wanxing didn't eat well for two days in a row, and immediately retched after being bumped, and coughed while hugging Fat Xingxing.

Lu Tinghe stopped in a daze, and looked at him with a wry smile, "Are you so disgusted with me? Are you afraid that the son of a prostitute will get you sick or do you think a beggar is dirty?"

Zhu Wanxing didn't have any strength at all, so he could only shake his head and say no, the pillow in his arms was suddenly taken away, Lu Tinghe took out a lighter and lit it up: "I bought this too, since I think I'm dirty, I just burn it."

Zhu Wanxing was stunned for two seconds, then rushed over, "Don't burn it!"

The pillow was lit and thrown to the ground, Zhu Wanxing staggered to fight the fire, Lu Tinghe raised his hand to stop him, "Don't burn it...Brother, I beg you...Please don't burn it...Please..."

This was the first gift Lu Tinghe gave him, and it was also the only thing that could accompany Zhu Wanxing when he was woken up by nightmares countless times, haunted by the ghosts of Lu Fengchuan and Lu Linjiang, and deliberately cold-hearted by Lu Tinghe.

Lu Tinghe let go of his hand, watched him crawl over with cold eyes, and kicked the pillow into the bathroom when he was almost there.

Zhu Wanxing's hand stopped, staring blankly at the yellow smiling face engulfed by the flames, "Why do you have to do this...that's mine...that's my star..."

Lu Tinghe looked towards the bathroom with red eyes, "If you want your star, who will give me back mine?"