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Shen Jiayi received Tang Jingshu's location and drove to pick him up, when he entered an intersection, suddenly a truck rushed towards him.

The light shone into his eyes, his pupils shrank, and he subconsciously turned the steering wheel on the right quickly. He felt the friction between the wheels and the ground to produce faint sparks. Shen Jiayi tilted his body and grasped the steering wheel with both hands. During the time with Tang Jingshu, at the last moment, Shen Jiayi thought that nothing would happen. He was afraid that Tang Jingshu would be sad after his death. He couldn't bear Tang Jingshu's sadness, and his heart would feel uncomfortable.

The car body leaned 180 degrees and hit the banyan tree on the side of the road heavily. The hood of the car was severely dented and a cloud of white smoke came out. The truck directly hit the railing on the side of the road.

The airbag in the car deployed, and Shen Jiayi slammed his head into the airbag, knocking him unconscious.

Shen Jiaming slowly opened his eyes and looked at the incandescent lights on the ceiling for a few seconds, got up from the bed and left the hospital.

He stopped a taxi and went back to the villa, along the rockery behind the cobblestone path in the garden, pushed away the small stone rockery on the right and moved to the left. Shen Jiaming bent down gently and went into a monitoring room.

He gently pushed the chair away and sat down, looking up at the pictures on the dozens of display screens hanging on the wall, with a sinister look in his eyes.

Shen Jiaming checked the surveillance in the villa recently, and the pictures were all happy scenes of Shen Jiayi and Tang Jingshu.

Trapped by Shen Jiayi in the darkness, he occupied his body and completely became Shen Jiaming.

Shen Jiaming realized that the consciousness of the sub-personality was getting stronger and stronger, and even wanted to make him disappear.

Shen Jiaming said to himself with a smile and softly said: "Shen Jiayi, I will destroy your beloved things with my own hands and make you completely collapse and disappear."

He dialed a number and hung up.

Tang Jingshu waited in line for more than an hour to buy Shen Jiayi's favorite coriander pancake. He put the box in his arms and went out happily.

Suddenly, a van stopped on the side of the road, and two tall men in black dragged Tang Jingshu into the van.

The coriander cake in Tang Jingshu's hand fell to the ground, and the other one with the dragon tattoo on his right hand covered Tang Jingshu's mouth with a white cloth in his hand.

Tang Jingshu really wanted to shout, but his eyelids were so heavy that he couldn't lift them up, so he gradually closed his eyes.

When Tang Jingshu woke up, his hands and feet were bound with hemp rope, and the surroundings were closed so that not even a fly could fly in.

Suddenly the door at the door opened.

Tang Jingshu narrowed his eyes slightly to see that familiar face, his pupils shrank slightly, and he couldn't believe what he saw.

Shen Jiaming took advantage of the weak light to walk across from him, gently pushed aside the chair and sat down, the man wearing a black hat closed the door casually.

Fear appeared in Tang Jingshu's eyes, and he shouted weakly: "Brother Yi..."

Shen Jiaming chuckled, and turned to look at the man with the blue dragon on his arm.

Tang Jingshu heard the man in the black hat shout to the man with the blue dragon tattoo on his arm: "Brother Jiang, this little boy is so handsome, I really can't bear to do it."

The man kicked his right leg and said, "Xiao Jian, do you understand the principle of using money to do things for others?"

Shen Jiaming obviously impatiently said: "Are you still driving?"

Tang Jingshu watched as the man named Brother Jiang slowly approached him with a thick wooden stick in his hand.

With red eyes, he turned towards Shen Jiaming, and shouted with fear in his eyes: "Brother Yi, help me."

Xiao Jian squatted down and untied the ropes that bound Tang Jingshu's feet, and then pressed his right leg with both hands.

Tang Jingshu struggled with his feet a few times, and watched the wooden stick hit his right leg fiercely with a layer of tears in his eyes.

His forehead was covered with a thin layer of sweat due to the pain, and there was a trace of sadness in his eyes. Gritting his teeth, he stared at Shen Jiaming and growled, "Shen Jiaming, I will never let you hurt me in this life."

Shen Jiaming got up from the chair, clapped his palms with a smile, walked to him and squatted down, and said with a half-smile, "Tang Jingshu, please remember who beat your right foot to cripple your face. "

Tang Jingshu spit at him with a smile uglier than crying.

Shen Jiaming raised his hand to wipe the spittle off his face, got up slowly, and said indifferently, "Beat his right foot until it becomes disabled."

Enduring the severe pain, Tang Jingshu beat him on the right leg with a stick, mumbling: "It hurts, it hurts, it hurts..."

Shen Jiayi heard Tang Jingshu's constant cry of pain, and he broke through the shackles of the prison in the dark.

Shen Jiayi watched the two tall and burly men punch and kick Tang Jingshu, their eyes were reddened, and they staggered to Tang Jingshu's side to hug the half-conscious him.

A stick landed heavily on Shen Jiayi's back, he turned his head and took a hard look at the two people behind him.

Shen Jiayi looked at Tang Jingshu, who was covered in blood, his heart throbbed and then hurt, and he shouted hoarsely, "Brother Yi, take Xiaoshu to the hospital."

Tang Jingshu heard a faint voice, which gave him a little more stability.

Shen Jiayi's whole body was tense, the mist of tears slipped from the corners of his eyes, and he shouted with a trembling voice: "Xiaoshu wake up, brother Yi is afraid."

When Tang Jingshu fell into a coma, he could feel his body being hugged by someone, and the person's body trembled slightly.

Shen Jiayi picked up Tang Jingshu and kicked the door open. In the pitch black, he couldn't see the light and felt involuntarily afraid.

"Damn it, where's the car?"

Suddenly a car stopped in front of Shen Jiayi, and he glanced at the tall man in the driver's seat, Brother Jiang.

Shen Jiayi got into the car and wiped off the fine sweat on Tang Jingshu's forehead with slightly trembling fingers, the tears in his eyes finally dripped down the other's cheek uncontrollably.

An hour later, I arrived at the hospital in the city center.

Shen Jiayi carried Tang Jingshu, who was covered in blood, into the hospital, and Tang Jingshu was pushed into the operating room.

Shen Jiayi looked at the lights in the operating room, his eyes were smeared with vicious gnashing of teeth and he said to himself: "Shen Jiaming, I will never let you go."

When Tang Jingshu woke up, he stared at the incandescent lamp on the ceiling in a daze, with tears streaming down the pillow from the corner of his eyes.

Seeing Tang Jingshu woke up, Shen Jiayi's eyes flickered, he quickly pushed the chair beside the bed and sat down, and slowly shouted: "Xiaoshu, you finally woke up."

Tang Jingshu seemed to be unable to hear the sound in his left ear, and he cried out with fear across his eyes: "Please don't hurt me, please don't hurt me."

Shen Jiayi wanted to reach out and hold that hand, but the other party cried out as if out of control: "I was wrong, I was really wrong..."

Tang Jingshu was out of breath from crying, he really couldn't hear, and his feet were also limping.

The nurse opened the door and came in. Seeing Tang Jingshu's out of control appearance, she persuaded Shen Jiayi to leave first.

"Nurse, I, I can't hear the sound in my left ear." Tang Jingshu clung to the nurse's hand as if he was grabbing a life-saving grass, and cried with his chest heaving and choking.

Tang Jingshu finally found out that his left ear was deaf after being beaten by someone else.

He really regretted it, regretted falling in love with the devil.

Tang Jingshu covered his heart with both hands in excruciating pain, the pain was so painful that he even gasped for breath.

Shen Jiayi sat on a bench in the hospital and stayed up all night. He didn't know how to face Tang Jingshu.

Tang Jingshu's injuries were all caused by him, and they were wounds that would never heal in a lifetime.

These days Tang Jingshu saw that Shen Jiayi lost control of his emotions for a while, so Shen Jiayi had no choice but to wait outside the door.

For a month in a row, Shen Jiayi took his work to the hospital. Shen Group is a listed company. Once he falls down, so many people's jobs will be lost, so no matter how much Tang Jingshu doesn't like him, he will take his work every day. Come to the hospital to finish.

Two months later, Tang Jingshu was discharged from the hospital.

He has slowly accepted the fact that he is lame and deaf in the left, but he is afraid of Shen Jiaming from the bottom of his heart.

Tang Jingshu knelt down and begged Shen Jiayi to let him go, Shen Jiayi agreed without thinking.

Tang Jingshu didn't dare to go home, so he could only rent a simple rental room outside.

The real estate in Shatian District was officially completed, but Shen Jiayi attended the press conference in a suit and leather shoes, but he couldn't hide the tiredness on his face.

Tang Jingshu sat on the sofa in the corner and smiled calmly at Shen Jiayi who was watching the TV screen.

"Jingshu, life will gradually get better." Gu Yuchen showed a worried expression on his face.

Tang Jingshu then lowered his head and looked at the ceramic glass with both hands clenched tightly, and said with a smile on his face: "Can Stockholm Syndrome really be cured?"

Gu Yuchen stretched out his hand to hold the other person's arm, and said slowly: "Jing Shu, you have to believe that you can get rid of those painful memories, and believe that I will be able to heal you."

Tears in Tang Jingshu's right eye dripped into the coffee cup, and he looked at Gu Yuchen who was facing him with sobs and said softly: "I dream about the kidnapping scene that night every day, will I really be unable to escape his clutches?" Raising his hand to wipe away the tears from his cheeks, he pointed to his left ear and continued, "My left ear is deaf and I can't hear, and my right leg is also lame."

Seeing that Tang Jingshu was agitated, Gu Yuchen felt that it was inconvenient to continue talking about this topic.

"Jing Shu, you are only 23 years old and you still have a lot of life to live. You believe that I will be able to forget that painful memory for you."

Tang Jingshu took a deep breath to force himself to calm down, then nodded.

The two chatted for a while before leaving the coffee shop.

Tang Jingshu limped out of the coffee shop with the help of a cane, and a row of sweet-scented osmanthus flowers bloomed all over the roadside.

"Jingshu, let me take you back."

Tang Jingshu thought for a while and then agreed.

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