Supreme pardon

"I've always felt it was strange..." Misu had a bright smile on his face, and he said softly, "You can see that there is no love in his eyes at all. White sandalwood must not be irreplaceable to you, right?"

Wen Renjue did not refute, he was full of interest waiting for what he would say next.

"But you treat him so well, so special, I envy and even hate him."

"So much so that I forgot to think like a normal person..."

Seeing people preparing for a long speech, Wen Renjue raised his chin, and the personal guard understood, and pulled the unconscious bald man from the ground and dragged him down.

There was still a bloody smell wafting in the room, but at this moment, the few remaining people obviously didn't care.

"I pity him, I don't hate him all of a sudden, because it's too bad to be liked by someone like you, isn't it?"

Momonga understood it, and he said that he felt pity in people's laughter, and it turned out that this pity was directed at their whiteness.

But, wasn't this person mad with jealousy before?

"I can't get it, I started to comfort myself, and I hate you by the way?" Such a change in mentality is really interesting, and Wei Duan couldn't help but make a sound.

Wen Renjue sat down on the chair again, and waited leisurely for what he would say next.

Speaking of his feelings for Bai Tan, he has never thought about it, because the relationship is established, so it should be taken for granted, is there anything worth trying to figure out?

There is no interest involved in this, just do whatever you want.

But analyzing yourself is still aimed at the emotional aspect, isn't it super interesting?

"You don't need to answer me, I know the answer just now." After smoothing his hair, Misu tried to calm himself down. "My plan at the beginning was not wrong. If the white sandalwood is dirty, you will not want him right away."

"Go on." Wen Renjue took out a cigarette but did not light it, and held it between his fingertips.

To him, the person in front of him is useless, but whether it is because of the contributions he made before or the message revealed in these words now, it is worth continuing to listen to him.

"I see that you are not wrong." Misu looked at Wen Ren Jue with complicated eyes, "I miscalculated, it was Baitan."

"Such a delicate young master, I never thought that he would have such a determination that he would rather be broken than broken. Obviously, he can fight for a long time even if he falls into a fight."

"Heh..." It's hard to say whether this sound was self-deprecating, Misu stretched out his hands and looked at the window behind Wen Renjue, silent, with bitter eyes.

No one in the room urged, everyone waited quietly.

"Will you let me go?"

Just when everyone thought that he would not speak again, Misu suddenly withdrew his gaze and looked at Wenren Jue eagerly.

Resting his chin on one hand, Wen Renjue shook his head, "Your parents and siblings can leave."

"En." Although he tried his best to maintain calm, he couldn't restrain his trembling from this short word.

"You said that I protected Bai Tan too well..." Wen Renjue tilted his head, "And came to the conclusion that I don't love him." He licked his lower lip like an open-minded student, "Where is the logic? ?”

"Aren't you going to refute me saying that you don't love Baitan?" Misu sneered slightly, "Maybe only those who like someone have a sensitive intuition towards him, and that little bit of disobedience makes me feel that you don't love Baitan , but most of the time, you treat him that well."

"Whoever is powerful in Fuxing City has only one person by his side? In the future, there will definitely be people like me who fall in love with you and become jealous and mad because of Bai Tan."

"Except for the violation," Wen Renjue lit up a cigarette, took a deep breath, and asked earnestly, "Where did your conclusion come from?"

Seeing that Wen Ren Jue really wanted to know the answer to this question, Misu closed his eyes and said weakly, "You dote on him too much."

"Shouldn't this be the case between lovers?" Wen Renjue was really confused.

"You never let him experience any wind and rain."

This is getting more and more strange.

Wen Renjue was puzzled: "He is my wife, so it is only natural to protect him well."

"But have you ever thought that love has its own variables, if one day you don't love him anymore, what will he do?"

"Since I have given the title of wife, I have no intention of taking it back." This sounded like a love story, but Wen Ren Jue said it too bluntly.

At least Misu couldn't hear any emotion from it.

The more this is the case, the more he feels that everything he once envied and envied Bai Tan has now become his poor man's reason.

"Then if he doesn't love you anymore, how will he live after leaving you?"

"Huh?" Wen Ren Jue pondered.

"If you really love him, how can you not think about the future for him? Lovers support each other to grow, not turn each other into waste."

"You said what if he doesn't want to stay by my side?" Wen Renjue said flatly, "From the moment he agreed to be my wife, this option doesn't exist."

So... the reason why Mi Su felt that he didn't love Bai Tan was not just the intangible sense of disobedience or the look in his eyes, but also this mood?

The mood between lovers?

Bai Tan is his bedside person, so he treats him the way he treats the bedside person, and even read a lot of books about it, but why?

Why does Missu think that he doesn't love Bai Tan?

Is it something you did wrong?

Or is there something wrong with the relationship model?

But the people around him, at least until now, except for Misu, no one feels anything abnormal...

Wen Renjue was very confused, and before he came up with a solution, he was even very irritable.

"Then what if one day you have an accident? What if you die? How can he survive without you?"

After asking this sentence, Misu stared closely at Wenren Jue.

The man stubbed out the cigarette in his hand first, and then looked up at him calmly.

Wen Renjue slowly hooked his lips and smiled silently.

it is more than words……

Misu suddenly understood everything.

"You don't love him." Seemingly sure, he gave the answer word by word.

The corners of his mouth were flattened, and Wen Renjue suddenly stood up.

Wei Duan was startled, and asked carefully in his mind: "What's wrong with you?"

Looking around the room, Wen Renjue hooked his fingers at the standing man, and Momonga walked over with the "black box" under his signal.

Looking at Misu, the interest in Wen Renjue's eyes gradually dissipated. When the person opposite gave him the answer, he himself seemed to understand the key point suddenly.

"Let's say goodbye." Walking forward slowly, Wen Ren said goodbye, "You should want to go to the outside city to see."

"My relatives..." Who can really remain calm at the moment of life and death, Misu found that his sobriety just now was only temporary, because now he was so afraid that he wanted to cry, but...

Can crying soften the heart of the man in front of him?

It's such a short distance, he can touch it with his hand, it's obviously the person he admires!

How can you not be moved at all and force yourself to die?

"Farewell without saying goodbye is the last dignity I will give you." Looking at the person, Wen Ren's eyes were cold, "As for your parents and brothers, I have no intention of embarrassing you."

"You once hugged me..." Misu couldn't control his tears after all, he looked at the person in front of him in despair, "I like you so much."

"Did you feel sorry for Bai Tan just now?" Wen Renjue asked mercilessly, without the so-called gentleness of giving alms before death: "No matter what you think you have seen through, if you could switch positions with Bai Tan today, would you be willing?" ?”

This question is undoubtedly the final blow.

Misu opened her mouth and wanted to make a sound several times, but finally swallowed it back.

Wen Renjue smiled, as before, this smile was not warm.

"Have you figured out what to say?" Fiddled with the black box, Wen Renjue handed it out, "Your family should need a sum of money to resettle, I'll give you 2 minutes to think about it."

After saying this, he turned around and walked back to the desk, took the documents on the desk and looked at them.

The guard who was still standing in the room also walked to the corner, Momonga took two steps back politely to make room.

Misu fell to her knees powerlessly, her hands holding the black box couldn't stop shaking.

Finally, trembling, he hit the switch.

The mouth opened silently, and it took a long time to utter a word, "Bai Tan...I..."

Just three words brought out a strong crying sound, and Misu raised his head and wiped his tears. For him, this was the last moment, and he didn't want to let himself be too embarrassed.

"I'm sorry for what I did, I'm sorry..."

Taking a deep breath, his tone gradually stabilized, "I looked at you on purpose that day, just to make you unable to escape the nightmare for the rest of your life, I want you to feel guilty when you think of me, I know..."

Without looking at other people in the room, Misu just hugged the black box tightly, "Even if you know all the truth, you will never forget that painful memory, but... those are all caused by me, I... I don’t have the face to see you and Zhu Ge and the others again... The president agreed to let me leave Fuxing City, I..."

Breathing quickly, Misu hugged her knees, "I will leave with my family, and I probably won't see you again in the future. What a pity, I haven't learned the wind and song you taught me... Don't worry, if there is a chance, I... ...will definitely continue to play..."

"I'm ashamed to see you again, I'm really sorry, you have to take good care of yourself..." Hesitating, Misu raised his head and looked at Wenren Jue, squeezed his fingers, and said softly: "I will put down everything here and start living again, President He is so outstanding, you must be careful of him..."

After a long pause, Misu uttered the last few words in a low voice, "It was snatched away."

Momonga looked at him for a moment, then stepped forward to take the black box and press the stop switch.

Wen Renjue took out the pen from the pen holder, and seriously wrote instructions on the document.

Taking out a thumb-sized bottle from his arms, Momonga bent down and handed it to the limp young man on the ground, "Drink it, it won't hurt you."

After taking it from the person in a daze, Misu opened the bottle cap in a daze.

He didn't move for a while, and the few people in the room didn't urge him.

After trying a few times, he raised his arm and put it down again. The potion has no smell, as long as he closes his eyes and drinks it in one breath... everything will be over.

It's just... he's so scared.

"Will you be willing to cooperate?" Fei Shu didn't make up his mind for a long time, a little impatient, "Is it difficult to think about the relatives at home?"

Misu shook her hands, but did not respond.

"If you do something wrong, you should be punished." Bowing down, Momonga persuaded softly, "This is a truth that every child understands, right? If it's really difficult, I can help you."

As he said that, he wanted to stretch out his hand, but Misu dodged it with a pale face, and said intermittently: "I... I will do it myself."

Momonga shrugged, winked at the two guards standing in the corner, and stood up again.

Misu closed her eyes and finally raised her hand.

Seeing him open his mouth to drink, Momonga took two steps back with his hands tied.

Unexpectedly, the determined man suddenly dropped his hand violently.

The small glass was smashed to pieces, and the transparent liquid inside splashed out.

Misu jumped up from the ground in an instant, and rushed to the door regardless, "I don't want it! Woo! Don't!"

Momonga didn't need to say hello, the guards standing on both sides dragged him back when he was holding the doorknob, Momonga frowned and took out the same bottle of liquid from his pocket again.Before the person screamed, he strode forward and grabbed the person's chin, pulled off the bottle cap with his own mouth, and poured all the liquid in the bottle into the struggling mouth with a blank expression.

"Woooo..." Struggling desperately, Misu wanted to spit out what was in his mouth, but two tall men on the left and one on the right and Momonga lifted his head up, except for being choked and coughing hard. There is no way.

He didn't know what was in the bottle, and Momonga rubbed Misu's chest vigorously as soon as his finger touched it.

The person's struggle gradually weakened, and within half a minute, the hands and feet would hang down limply.

Wen Renjue was indifferent to the movement in the room, closed the document that had just been approved, and ordered in a calm voice without raising his head, "Pull it down."