Sick Beauty Gives Up Struggle [Rebirth]

"I'm so exhausted, I'm collecting garbage here, and you two can enjoy the air on the small balcony, is it okay?" Jian Fu panted and carried a woven bag of garbage to the second floor.

On the first floor, he only heard the sound of Li Rong running up the stairs in a hurry. He asked a few questions about what happened, but no one answered.

Jian Fu couldn't stand the loneliness, he was alone downstairs, he felt very uncomfortable seeing the room getting more and more cleaned up, and he couldn't wait to move over after enduring it for a while.

Li Rong snatched all the clothes and bed sheets from Cen Xiao's hands, and hugged them in his arms, just pressing down the underwear with his chest.

He calmly said, "I'm going to fold the clothes, you two can blow dry."

Jian Fu threw the woven bag to the ground, kicked it lightly, unaware of the subtlety of the atmosphere, and said to Li Rong, "Hey, come here and see if you want to throw these away."

Cen Wei lowered his head and glanced at the empty left arm, carefully recollecting Li Rong's rare embarrassment, and couldn't help rubbing his fingers lightly.

They both probably thought of the same thing.

Cen Ling turned to look at Jian Fu: "What are you doing here?"

Jian Fu was confident and confident: "I'm looking for you, Li Rong has to check the garbage." His eyes fell on the big bulging woven bag, he curled his lips, and suddenly asked Cen Wei in a low voice, "Seriously, I'm While tidying up and watching, I feel more and more that Li Qingli and Gu Nong are not like the kind of people who report, but you said, why didn’t they call the police when they were wronged, and they can even apply for bankruptcy without compensation. Isn’t suicide a guilty conscience? Could it be that the United Chamber of Commerce did the thing?"

Cen Wei was silent for a long time before pointing lightly at him: "Your family is in charge of Internet companies, and the news is faster than anyone else. Didn't you hear any news?"

Jian Fu resentfully said, "Would you tell me, I don't even have official authority now, so wherever I go to follow the wind, I just hang out at my parents' place and listen to as much as I can."

Cen Xiao: "Then did you hear that?"

Jian Fu shook her head violently: "Not at all, but Li Rong's prank at Song Yuanyuan's birthday party was quite big."

Cen Ling stared at him with no expression on his face, but his eyes were filled with coldness: "Don't you find it strange that such a big matter is not discussed in Lanshu District."

Jian Fu and him stared at each other for a few seconds, shivering inexplicably, he realized something in a trance, the hot sweat on his body gradually turned into cold sweat, he licked his lips and whispered: "So this matter really has nothing to do with the chamber of commerce related……"

Cen Wei interrupted him: "Don't speculate, first make a judgment and then look for evidence. This process itself has problems."

Jian Fu swallowed hard, thinking about the fact that Li Qingli and Gu Nong died in this villa, he felt even more chills on the back of his neck.

He tried to liven up the atmosphere, so he smiled a few times pretending to be relaxed: "Your words really seem to come from Uncle Cen's mouth."

Li Rong folded the clothes, stuffed them into a vacuum bag, and used an air pump to drain the air, crushing the swollen bag of clothes into a flat piece.

He knelt on the clothes, rubbed his waist and panted for a long time.

He had only packed three boxes, and he was already exhausted, and his whole body was drenched with sweat.

After a while, Li Rong stood up, took a tissue to wipe the sweat on his neck, and shouted at them: "Let's go down and rest for a while."

There is a sofa in the living room on the first floor, which is more than enough for three people to sit.

The conversation between Cen Wei and Jian Fu was interrupted, Jian Fu was afraid that Li Rong would hear his speculation, so he had to bluff and respond: "I can't do it anymore, let's go."

When they went downstairs, Li Rong sat in the corner of the sofa, opened a bag of small bread, and silently stuffed it into his mouth with mineral water.

He didn't eat anything at noon, and he was hungry faster than Cen Xiaojian.

When Li Rong was eating, he was extraordinarily refined and decent, with his back straight, his lips closed, chewing mouthfuls, his wet hair stuck to his forehead and temples, and the neckline of his T-shirt was crooked, but he didn't look like It is also a sight to be in a state of embarrassment and good-looking people eat.

Cen Xiao was not hungry at first, but seeing what he was eating, he suddenly wanted to taste whether the buns were really sweet.

Jian Fu directly grabbed two packs and looked at the sign, then threw them on the table casually, and said in distaste: "This bun is so bad, is there any meat floss?"

Li Rong swallowed the last bite of bread, raised his head and drank water to moisten his throat, and said to Jian Fu, "Be patient, I ordered hot pot dishes tonight."

Jian Fu wondered: "Why do you need to order it? Go out to eat, otherwise you have to clean up."

Li Rong was taken aback.

It is not impossible.

Because he hasn't eaten in a restaurant for a long time, he didn't consider this possibility at all.

He really hasn't been in contact with strangers for too long. To some extent, he also hides in his own information cocoon, not deliberately listening to what the public is discussing.

Li Rong felt that he had to take the initiative to get out of the safe zone: "Then I will cancel, let's go out to eat."

Cen Wei glanced at him meaningfully, but pretended to be nonchalant and asked: "Did you order hot pot?"

Li Rong nodded: "It's cold, other dishes cool quickly, what's wrong?"

Cen Wei shook his head: "It's okay."

After resting for a while, when their physical strength was almost recovered, they finished packing the remaining four boxes.

Of all the boxes, only one was unmarked.

Most of it was his parents' belongings, and he didn't plan to open it.

The sky had turned blue-black, but the street lights were still on, the wind outside the window was blowing up, and the branches of the trees were rustling.

Li Rong stood by the window and drew the curtains casually, completely shutting out the night.

Jian Fu clutched his stomach and muttered: "Hurry up, I'm starving to death. I checked, and the beef meal is in the old town, not far from here. I heard that the taste is good. I thought it was far away and never came here before."

Li Rong seldom eats hot pot, but he knows that both Cen Xiao and Jian Fu love it.

In his last life, he had been too lazy to cater to Cen Wei's taste, and would just sit there when he saw the hot pot, without taking a bite. Cen Wei was obviously very tough on other things, except that he was not forced to eat what he didn't want to eat.

So in those two years, Cen Wei accompanied him to quit hot pot and eat Cantonese cuisine instead.

Li Rong washed off the ashes from his hands, shook off the water from his fingertips, and nodded in agreement: "I haven't eaten that one either."

Cen Xiao looked at him quietly, without speaking.

Jian Fu wrapped her clothes and went out to start the car.

Several of them can actually drive, but only Cen Xiao is old enough.

Li Rong turned off the lights, locked the door, and followed Cen Xiao's ass to the garage.

Jian Fu has already pulled out the car and parked it on the side of the road, the headlights of the car are on the high beam arrogantly, eclipsing everything around it.

Jian Fu got out of the car, gave up the driver's seat to Cen Wei, and walked to the co-pilot by himself.

Pressing the car door with one hand, Cen Ling replied to Jian: "You sit in the back."

Jian Fu was puzzled, and pointed to Li Rong: "He sits in the back."

Cen Ling was serious: "He gets carsick."

Brief: "..."

Simple reply: "Holy shit, it's only 500 meters away from the restaurant, so it's motion sickness? It's more expensive than giant pandas."

Li Rong didn't expose Cen Wei, looked at Jian Fu with a smile and shrugged.

Jian Fu didn't suspect anything, because Li Rong was indeed full of contradictions. While he had never even eaten in a cafeteria, he seemed to be out of touch with human fireworks, and at the same time, he could swallow the small bread with mineral water without changing his expression, and at the same time his body was delicate. Gui has problems all over his body, but he is full of energy and can do any tiring work.

Jian Fu curled her lips and sat in the back seat. Li Rong sat in the co-pilot as a matter of course and fastened her seat belt.

The air conditioner in the car was turned on, and a thin layer of mist soon hung on the windows on both sides.

In fact, the restaurant is very close, there is no need to turn on the air conditioner at all.

But Li Rong still felt much warmer.

He casually wiped away the mist on the window with his hands, tilted his head, and looked out aimlessly.

He saw the wooden chair, the last time he sat here, watching others smash the glass of his house.

A long time has passed in a flash.

Famous hot pot restaurants are always full, and reservations are not allowed, so if you come late, you can only wait for a seat.

Cen Wei drove around the hot pot restaurant, and found a parking space by chance.

Jian Fu has experience after all, before the car stopped, he couldn't wait to push open the door: "Hurry up, hurry up, I'll go down first to get the number."

Cen Xiao had no choice but to stop first and let him go down.

Jian Fu quickly ran to the gate.

Li Rong wrapped up his clothes obediently and waited for Cen Xiao to stop.

Cen Wei's skills are good, at least better than Li Rong imagined, and he parked in the narrow parking space with almost one click.

Li Rongyun glanced at the distance between him and the car next to him, and asked casually, "How can you practice so well with a driver all the time?"

Cen Xiao took off the car key, held it in his palm, and allowed the car lights to turn off slowly.

One second before he pushed the door and got off the car, he said, "Good luck, it's on point."

Li Rong smiled.

Li Rong got out of the car, his neck shrinking from the wind.

There was a cool breeze outside, but the hot pot restaurant was bustling with activity. There were red lanterns hanging in front of the store, and steam was wafting from the manhole cover illuminated by the lantern.

Just as Li Rong walked a few steps, he suddenly stopped and touched his pocket.

"I seem to have forgotten my phone."

Although he didn't usually touch his phone much, it was a bit awkward not holding it in his hand.

Cen Ling glanced at the sky, turned around and walked back: "I'll take you back to get it."

Li Rong grabbed him and said, "No, there will be no parking spaces if you drive out, and it's only 500 meters away. I'll just go back by myself."

What he said was very practical. The parking spaces in the food street in the old city are already in short supply. There are already several cars queuing up at the intersection. If you go out and come back, there will definitely be no spaces.

Cen Wei stopped and put the car keys back in his pocket, which seemed to be his approval of Li Rong's suggestion.

Cen Wei: "I'll accompany..."

Li Rong: "You go in and order food first, I can eat anything, I'll be right back."

Without giving him a chance to speak, Li Rong let go of Cen Xiao's sleeves, put his hands in his pockets, and ran towards the direction he came from.

There is really nothing wrong with a distance of more than 1000 meters back and forth.

Cen Wei didn't insist either, he was afraid that Jian Fu would want a whole hot pot.

Li Rong didn't remember until he walked to the community, he forgot to tell Cen Wei that he doesn't eat butter pot, it's better to order mandarin duck, he can eat tomato flavor, because beef boiled in tomato pot is more like tomato sirloin.

But right now he doesn't have a mobile phone either, so Li Rong could only sigh and quicken his pace in resignation.

The later it was getting late, the stronger the smell of frost and dew.

The strong water vapor was mixed with the smell of earth, and it was poured into the lungs together with the cold air. Li Rong took a few deep breaths, and at the same time he felt refreshing, he couldn't help coughing a few times.

He counted the days.

It has been more than a month, and in less than five months, his body can be fully adjusted.

Li Rong entered the yard, walked up the steps, and entered the password to open the gate.

The street lights had already been turned on, and the light passed through the curtains, leaving a faint light in the house.

Li Rong touched the door with the faint light, and raised his hand to turn on the chandelier.

He remembered throwing his phone on the sofa and forgetting to pick it up after resting.

Li Rong stood on the porch and hesitated for a while. Although the house would not belong to him soon, he still changed into his slippers before entering.

He walked to the sofa and saw the mobile phone plugged into the corner of the sofa.

He has been used to using small-screen mobile phones recently, and he almost forgot how easy to use the big screen in his previous life was.

Li Rong bowed his waist to pick up the phone, and was about to put it in his pocket, when a picture suddenly flashed in front of his eyes.

The five sense organs of a person can receive information far greater than the processing capacity of the brain.

Some information may not form an instant signal in the mind, but it is transformed into an impression and hidden in a place not far or near.

The moment he bowed his waist, he suddenly realized that the pile of sealed boxes piled up in the corner seemed to have traces of tape being torn.

He passed by the box, glanced casually, and saw that the glue on both sides of the box had been torn off some fibers, and even the color was lighter than the surrounding area.

When Li Rong sealed the box, he sealed it once, and bought a brand new cardboard box, there is no way such traces will appear.

Someone had opened his case.

Li Rong straightened up slowly, his pupils constricted, and a coolness leaked from his eyes.

In such a short time of driving to the hot pot restaurant and back, the other party probably won't be able to get away with it.

He moved his finger and sent a message to Cen Ling.

[Li Rong: Come back. 】

Cen Wei is a very smart person, he didn't even ask Li Rong why.

[Cen Wei: Good. 】

Li Rongyun replied with a glance, then put the phone in his pocket.

He looked around, there was no sound in the living room, but the rest of the room was pitch black, like a whirlpool soaked in sewage, trying to swallow people completely.

Li Rong walked to the open kitchen calmly, and gently pulled out a knife from the cupboard.

When the knife was drawn, the metal blade did not make any sound as it rubbed against the scabbard.

With a twist of his fingers, he deftly held the knife upside down in his palm, and walked towards the door holding it.

Standing at the door, Li Rong put on his shoes as usual, and then slowly raised his eyes the moment his fingers touched the switch.

Snapped.

His eyes were as dark as the living room, and his deeply folded eyelids were like sharp and thin blades.

Li Rong pushed open the door, followed by the sound of the soles of shoes rubbing against the mats, and a few seconds later——

boom!

The door was closed tightly.

The living room was so quiet that not even the sound of breathing could be heard. Occasionally, there was the smell of cooking next door, which spread in through the leaky window cracks and mixed in the air.

After a while, there was a small movement from the bathroom on the first floor.

Li Rong didn't move.

Soon, the door of the bathroom was pushed open, and a dark figure crept out.

The figure lowered its head, turned on the flashlight casually, the light burst out instantly, and the cold yellow light illuminated Li Rong's pale face.

Under the light of the flashlight, Li Rong could clearly see that the man was panicked and trembled violently.

Li Rong raised his hand to turn on the chandelier, and in an instant, the living room was brightly lit.

The air was solidified like cement, Li Rong looked at the masked man with wide-eyed eyes for a moment, and there was undisguised embarrassment in those eyes.

The viper, ashamed and angry, found that the person in front of him was not as strong as he imagined, so he raised his neck and stored up the venom, trying to hit him with one blow, wrapping his opponent to death.

The man was not fat, but his body was strong and strong, his hair was cut very short, and his skin outside the mask was rough and brown, as if he was often exposed to the sun.

He was wearing the most common dark blue jacket, with a lot of dust on his clothes.

Li Rong's gaze moved down and landed on the brown paper bag in the man's hand.

It was the bag used to hold Li Qingli's manuscripts, and he sorted them out and put them on the bottom of the box.

Li Rong slightly raised his lips.

The fine lines on the handle of the knife left bruises on his palm, and the cold metal felt against his skin and penetrated inward, as if it was about to penetrate into the bones in one breath.

There is no smile in his eyes, and the soft long hair is messy on the eyelashes, making the emotions in the eyes hazy, but with the lightly curled lips and neat white teeth lines, the whole person has a kind of Suffocating innocence.

Li Rong sighed softly, his lips moved slightly, and his tone was almost numbly cold: "I have, endured long enough."

As soon as he finished speaking, the brown and yellow skin rushed towards him, but his eyes looked through his face to the door behind him.

Li Rong understood almost instantly that the other party's goal was not him, but to escape.

Li Rong clenched his fingers, the blade rushed out, and slashed towards his neck without blinking.

His movements were fast, although the brown-yellow skin didn't have much skill, he was still able to see and hear, he stopped abruptly, letting Li Rong's blade brush past him.

Tan Huangpi was startled by the knife in Li Rong's hand, his slack eyelids jumped, he staggered two steps back, the black mask was sucked tightly on his face by his heavy breathing.

Tanhuangpi glared at Li Rong fiercely, then suddenly pulled out a shiny handle from his sleeve, and stabbed straight at Li Rong.

He obviously came prepared, the screwdriver was hidden in his cuff all the time, the sharp thorns could easily penetrate the human skin, penetrate deep into the flesh, and crush the fragile throat.

He thought that Li Rong would run away in fright and make way for him, but Li Rong didn't.

Li Rong's muscles tensed up, his fingers clenched against the wall, and he pursed his lips to swallow the cough that was about to come out.

In the next second, he suddenly used one leg as the axis at a speed that was difficult for others to understand. His body almost twisted into an afterimage, and the moment the screwdriver was about to penetrate, he pulled himself away from the wall.

The screwdriver rubbed the side of his ear and nailed into the milky white wall, and a faint powder was raised on the clean and tidy wall.

When the other party hadn't recovered from the astonishment, Li Rong clamped the other party's arm with his elbows, twisted violently with the force of turning around and falling, only heard a click, and the bone made a muffled sound.

Tanhuangpi gritted his teeth and kept the pain stuck in his throat. He tried not to let go of the screwdriver. His head was covered with cold sweat and his eyes were bloodshot. At this moment, he just wanted to get rid of Li Rong and rushed out of the villa with his dislocated right arm. .

But Li Rong didn't give him a chance, Li Rong's eyes were cold, he directly raised his knee, and kicked him hard in the stomach.

Even if he is weak now, the strength of a grown man's knee is definitely not light.

The brown-yellow skin only felt severe pain in his ribs, his eyeballs were swollen, and he couldn't stand upright and fell backwards.

He fell heavily on the ground, his stomach was full of acid water, and the moment he almost vomited, the knife in Li Rong's hand plunged into the place where his neck was less than a finger away.

The vomiting feeling in the brownish-yellow skin disappeared in an instant, and cold sweat wet the entire back.

Li Rong's face was expressionless, his eyes seemed to be soaked in ink, he pressed his knees against the brown-yellow vitals, the bones of his hands turned white, and the dark blue blood vessels were taut, almost breaking through the surface of the pale skin.

"What are you doing here?"

The brown-yellow-skinned brain was congested, his eyes were flushed, and the veins on his forehead were throbbing, but he didn't intend to submit, because Li Rong seemed much weaker than him.

His eyes rolled and his legs tensed subconsciously, as if he was waiting for an opportunity to overturn Li Rong.

However, in the next second, Li Rong suddenly drew his knife, showing an extremely calm and sickly smile, without blinking his eyes, and stabbed three times at the brown-yellow-skinned neck.

The knife came down against his flesh, swiftly and coherently, without hesitation, the tip of the knife pierced the floor, leaving a shocking white hole.

The last knife finally cut through the flesh, and warm blood gushed out along the crack.

"what!"

"what!"

"what!"

Tan Huangpi finally had a nervous breakdown, and all the strength in his body was instantly removed, leaving only the fear of approaching death.

He knew that the three consecutive stabs really wanted to kill him.

With such a fast speed, it is impossible to predict the location of the falling knife, and it is impossible to measure the distance from the vital point, only following the instinctive killing intent.

His lips trembled, and his pupils dilated, as if in front of him was a hideous ghost.

"Don't kill me! Don't kill me! I don't want anything, you...you take it back!" Tan Huangpi trembled as he spoke, raised his left hand above his head in embarrassment, and looked at Li Rong in horror.

Li Rong's right hand heart was covered with brownish-yellow blood, the blood warmed his cold fingers, and then slowly slid down the cracks between his fingers.

Li Rong tilted his head, the blade didn't move any more, but he seemed indifferent to the brown-yellow skin's fear.

He glanced at the blood on his hands, the red blood gradually filled his tiny palm lines, and the sickly white finger crevices were also covered with vibrant rosy, a subtle pleasure suddenly surged in his heart, He tugged into the foggy abyss.

Why did he have to bear this?

Why was he the one whose family was ruined and who had been infamous for two lifetimes?

I really want these people to die, unwilling, humble, and trembling in front of him, to be buried with him and his parents.

The man in front of him was poorly dressed and possessed brute strength. He was not the culprit no matter what, but he must have followed suit and scolded his parents. He must have said such irresponsible words as committing suicide in fear of crime.

As long as his blade points inward again, the main artery can be severed and this life will be taken away.

Li Rong knew that this kind of thought was terrible, but for a moment, he was eager to try it.

Suddenly there was an electronic password at the door.

Then with a click, the door was opened.

When Cen Wei opened the door, he saw Li Rong holding a knife, his hands were covered with blood, and he was pressing a person who was shaking like a sieve to the ground.

He frowned slightly.

The muscles of Li Rong's whole body were tense, his soft hair covered his side face, he seemed indifferent to Cen Xiao's arrival, instead he twisted his wrist, and approached the blade inch by inch to the bleeding neck.

"Li Rong!" Cen Wei called out to him.

Li Rong paused, then turned his head slowly, raised his eyelids, and looked at Cen Xiao intently.

Looking back, he saw that the larynx hung obliquely from the base of the ear to the fossa of the neck, and on the long and slender neck, the small and delicate Adam's apple rolled slightly.

His lips are red and slightly parted, he can vaguely see the tongue lying quietly between his white teeth, his cheeks are still thin and pale, his messy and wet hair is tangled with the tips of curly eyelashes, and his gentle peach eyes seem to be covered with a layer that cannot be wiped off. Pure confusion.

Cen Wei felt that Li Rong was as beautiful as a goblin at the moment, and behaved even more like a goblin.

But when Li Rong saw him, his eyes gradually became clear, and his grip on the knife gradually relaxed.

The lunatic is Cen Xiao.

He doesn't need to be such a lunatic, Cen Xiao alone is enough.

Seeing that Cen Ling called out to stop Li Rong, Tan Huangpi thought he had seen a savior, so he hurriedly shouted to Cen Ling: "Help me! I will never steal again, I don't want any money, others asked me to steal it." , I really don’t know anything!”

Cen Ling glanced at him, then withdrew his gaze indifferently.

He walked forward, stood beside Li Rong, stretched out his hand, supported Li Rong's thin chin with his palm, and gently caressed his side face with his fingers.

"Baby, your hands are dirty, I'll wash them for you."