The Boss Is in a Bad Mood Again

"By you?"

Song Hou laughed, "a man who almost died in my hands?"

He turned around with a smile and caught a glimpse of the man standing at the foot of the stairs. His eyes flashed with envy. "You should remember what I said to you, and if you make this choice, you will have to bear the same price."

Han is also in the heart of a tight, lips just opened, song Hou has left.

Han Jingyun!

Han Yifei quickly went downstairs to chase after the Marquis of Song Dynasty, but the people who went to the door stopped him. Without too much words, he already understood that the only person he could ask for now was Zhou Yunshen, who had moved from the golden silk cage of marquis song to that of Zhou Yunshen.

Zhou Yunshen cocked his feet and smoked on the sofa. He didn't look at Han Yihan, but he felt his bones were stiff.

"Jing Yun is still in his hands."

"Oh?"

Han also clenched his fists. He never thought that it would be so difficult to speak to Zhou Yunshen. Every request he made seemed so shameful.

"Please save Jingyun."

With a slight smile and sarcasm, Han Yijian looks at him for fear that he will miss the chance to save Han Jingyun by lowering his head.

"Please."

He said, "it's my fault, not his. He's just a child."

"Why do you think I will save him? Why should I risk your son? Isn't it enough for a forest to die in your hands? "

He said the last sentence very slowly, like a saw slowly sawing his back, and Han's blood faded.

"Han Jingyun's blood," he said indifferently, "as a memorial to the dead of Linzi."

"Zhou Yunshen!"

He flew into a rage. "He's just an innocent child! You should avenge the forest and offer sacrifices to the forest. Your blood and my flesh will not do the work of Jingyun. "

"But he's no use to me," he said with a sneer in his eyes. "What can he do? Slave in bed? A soldier of war? "

"I have been told that direct killing is the lowest form of revenge, and the quickest revenge is to crush everything that the enemy cherishes, so that we can see that he is more miserable and desperate than death." After a pause, he asked him, "is Han Jingyun your most important person?"

"If he dies, you will suffer, and you will be worse than dead. In this way, I will feel happier."

Han is just an ant to him. He can destroy his whole sky with one touch.

Zhou Yunshen's eyes lingered on his face for a moment, as if appreciating his despair, and then he got up as if to leave.

Song Hou is a madman, especially Han is also stimulating him. After he follows Zhou Yunshen again, he will lose control completely. Han Jingyun's life will be in danger at any time when he is there. Maybe he will soon receive a finger from Marquis song's revenge and a video of torturing Han Jingyun

Han Yi's mind seems to explode. He can't imagine what he will do when his guesses become reality. He can't let this happen.

He bent his knees and fell down heavily.

The dull sound made Zhou Yunshen stop, and Han bowed his head, like a trapped animal who didn't want to struggle. He humbly prayed to him, "save him. I'll do what you want me to do."

"Even to die?"

"Even death."

"Han Yi, didn't the Marquis song teach you? Please, "he said," be a little courteous. "

Han also looked up at the man's tall back, wide shoulder seems to be able to hold a piece of sky. He knelt behind him. He was in front of him like a mountain.

Zhou Yunshen won't give him too much time. Han also only pauses for a moment and begins to unbutton his clothes.

One by one, the button was untied, and his clothes took off, revealing his thin body. His clothes fell on the carpet almost silent. The buttons of his trousers were unbuttoned. He bent down and faded a little.

In front of Zhou Yunshen and his four subordinates, every minute, every second, every act of undressing is a shame to him. Even the air seems to laugh at him.

Laugh at his meanness, laugh at his meanness.

Han also stood behind him with only one pair of underpants. Without too much hesitation, he began to take off. After burning half of his cigarette, Zhou Yunshen fell to the ground and his shoes ran out. He suddenly yelled: "get out of here!"

Four of his subordinates immediately withdrew. Zhou Yunshen still had his back to him. He still kept the posture of bending down, which seemed to be a sculpture in the air, which was ironic and funny.

"Did you ask the Marquis of Song Dynasty in this way?"

Zhou Yun deep light way: "do you think, I'll touch another man's bed?"

His voice was clear and steady, but Han felt sharp and harsh. He said, "you are too dirty."

"Yes."

Han also said, "Mr. Zhou said so."

"Please, Mr. Zhou, save my son."

Zhou Yun gave a deep smile and left without saying a word to Han.

He didn't promise or refuse. He almost stripped off his clothes and looked like a clown.Han Yi has never been out of the door since Zhou Yunshen left. Maybe his people are guarding him at the door and he can't go out. Maybe he is the only one who can help him now, so he won't leave.

Either way, he's pinched right now.

There is no food in the villa, and Han has no thought of eating. He sits on the sofa, holding his hands tightly, and his eyes are fixed on the direction of the door. The sky is gradually getting dark. The winter night comes earlier. He thinks of floating outside the house, even his soul is floating.

By the time he regained consciousness, the house had been occupied by darkness. The darkness that occupied all parts of the house was shouting and showing off its territory. Han was also like an alien intruder.

His stomach growled and he didn't want to move. In fact, even if he searched the apartment, he couldn't find a biscuit or a grain of rice. It was like a coffin without temperature, holding a walking corpse with a dead heart.

I don't know how long it took. Maybe it was late at night or early in the morning. The door suddenly opened. A tall figure came into the room. It was a bit dazzling. Han also slightly squinted. A child was following the man.

"Dad

Han also almost ran past, his legs numb, almost kneeling on the ground, Han Jingyun into his arms, deep, as if to be embedded in his blood.

Zhou Yun looked at the father and son coldly. Han also raised his head to his eyes. His eyes were full of gratitude and tears.

"Thank you."

Zhou Yunshen's silence was broken by the joyful call of the mobile phone. He picked it up and Han quickly caught the gentle flash on his face when he saw the caller. At the moment, he called out a soft voice: "Ruan Ruan."

Like the one on the other end of the phone is his baby.

Han Yi's heart trembles, holding Han Jingyun's body slightly shaking.