The whole world thinks I'm cheap

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There were no people on the suburban roads of City M. Wen Song drove the car very fast, holding the steering wheel tightly with both hands, and he threw the phone out of the window long ago.

His eyes were red, and when he glanced back, he didn't know what he saw. The corners of his mouth were curved sharply, but there was no smile in his eyes, as if he had lost all reason.

In fact, Wen Song didn't know why he became like this, maybe during the live broadcast, he saw the barrage slide by quickly, and he couldn't change anything.

Or when he was entangled with Xie Jianbai, Wen Qing, and Gu Feng, or earlier, when he stayed by Gu Linchuan's side.

He's gone crazy.

Wen Song hummed a little frantically, he looked forward nervously, thinking why should I waste time on them, why should I do whatever they ask me to do.

Gu Feng wouldn't feel that he would be afraid if he was made popular and pushed himself to the top, right?

It's ridiculous.

Unable to restrain himself, Wen Song saw Yi Lou's appearance again. He remembered that a few years ago, Yi Lou stood beside him with a cold face, and then turned and left without hesitation.

Wen Song frowned, he stopped humming, parked the car on the side of the road, opened the door without warning, and ran forward aimlessly.

He exhausted all his strength, stretched his legs, and ran forward frantically. For a moment, he could only hear the whistling of the wind past his ears.

Suddenly, he returned to his youth.

But Wen Song can clearly understand that there is no going back.

All things are buried in the past forever, and time will not go back because of one of his madness, and he is always one step behind in all things.

One step slower to find out that Yi Lou likes him, one step later to find out that his father has problems with his body, one step later to find out what is the reason for Gu Linchuan's character.

He can't always see clearly.

Thinking of this, Wen Song burst out laughing suddenly, his voice had long been hoarse due to the poison of alcohol, and at this moment in the silent forest, he looked a little weird.

Wen Song thought to himself, if Yi Lou turned around without hesitation back then, did he know that with his character, he would come to this point sooner or later.

After all, he is an extremely vicious villain who must retaliate.

The means are used for the purpose. From this point of view, what is the difference between him and people like Gu Linchuan and Gu Feng.

He's abnormal, but he doesn't care.

But now that all his work is done, he doesn't care about all the consequences, and he has slept with Yi Lou so many times, for the sake of his old lover, Yi Lou will help him deal with the next things.

Wen Song was out of breath. He bent down and put his hands on his knees. The sweat on his forehead dripped down the side of his face and gathered on his chin, feeling a little itchy.

Immediately afterwards, he straightened up slowly, then turned around, the whole movement was done in one go, the corners of his mouth were straightened, there was no smile on his face, and he looked towards the empty back.

"Should we come out and meet?"

"Mr. Xie."

Wen Song has a gentle cheek like white moonlight. When he usually looks at people, the corners of his mouth always have a slight curvature, which will make his temperament gentle and harmonious.

But now there is no emotion on his face, the pupils of his pupils are like ice that has been piled up over the years, so that when he looks at people, it always makes people's backs slightly shiver.

His back was slightly shrugged, and his posture seemed a little casual. Compared with the previous live broadcast, his current appearance was decadent and disturbingly crazy.

The sun shines through the mottled leaves on Wen Song's cheeks, making his fair cheeks even more gloomy.

But there was still no answer from behind, Wen Song suddenly frowned and smiled, but there was clearly no smile in the drooping eyes, but a bone-chilling sarcasm and coldness.

Indistinctly, there is a sickness of death and death.

He said softly: "Isn't it just in line with your wishes that I have achieved this step. How come I dare not appear on the stage now."