Deep Pampering: The Black Emperor's Bone Erosion Lingering

I don't know when, the phone in my pocket keeps ringing annoyingly.

He took out his phone and glanced at the caller ID, and answered the call with a somewhat decadent attitude: "Brother, what's the matter?"

"I heard from Qin Shou that you haven't answered the phone for the past few days, so where have you been?" Fu Hong was sitting in the car. There was an important meeting to be held in the city. He called him during the break before the meeting. Telephone.

"No, rest at home." Chang Mian took a deep breath, and then poured out slowly: "Brother, are you free tonight?...I have some things that I don't know how to deal with...Okay, come to my house tonight."

When you're done, hang up the phone.

Get up and leave.

……

shooting room.

There was the constant sound of the trigger being pulled.

Without any suspense, every bullet hit the bullseye.

After firing all the bullets, Chang Mian pulled hard, took off the earphones, casually flicked the gun in his hand, leaned against the shooting stand, picked up the glass of spirits on the left hand side, and drank it down with his head up.

He seldom drank such a strong wine, and the burning feeling filled his throat, making him uncomfortable.

He locked himself in the shooting room and didn't let anyone bother him.

Until the servant reported that there was a visitor.

Fu Hong put his coat casually on his shoulders, and the servant who retreated and led the way pushed open the door of the shooting room, and saw Chang Mian unbuttoning his shirt, and then rolling up his sleeves.

"Fight with me."

Chang Mian opened his mouth first, Fu Hong raised his eyebrows, put the coat aside casually, nodded, and said directly, "Don't slap your face."

Hearing Chang Mian's request, he subconsciously made this request. Sometimes men can't cry when they can't vent, so violence and sex have become their most effective ways to vent.

……

It wasn't until a young age that Chang Ruan lay on the floor and couldn't get up again, so he let himself lie there like a dead fish, sweat flowing into a river, his naked upper body, and bruises, one by one, shocking.

Fu Hong was not much better.

Chang Mian, who was not usually his opponent, acted like he was crazy, and he regarded himself as a target of defeat, and he didn't even care about the severity of the attack.

He lay beside Chang Mian, adjusted his breathing slowly, and asked after a while, "Tell me, what can't be solved?"

Exhausting all his strength, Chang Mian raised his head to the ceiling and panted heavily.

For some wounds, he chose to bury them deeply, and he didn't dare to dig them out in the dead of night, but now, they can't be buried deeply.

"Brother, I have never encountered such a difficult problem."

"I don't know... I don't know how to face it."

"You know what happened in San Francisco, USA when I was a child."

"You said, you didn't stay with me for five days. You found the life and death line after five days. You carried me back to China. You must have seen my body and how I was tortured."

"But, do you know? Brother, in the five days when I disappeared, for three days, a girl accompanied me... I always thought that the person accompanying me was you, but later I found out that it was not, but a girl."

"That girl stayed with me and experienced the most painful things. She was also on the front line of life and death. Like me, she almost couldn't survive in the hospital. Maybe it was God's mercy. When she was young, she was helped by a psychiatrist. Come on, forget about that unspeakable thing."