Traps Of Love

The atmosphere suddenly became tense, the air pressure in the room sank down, and the huge sense of oppression was disturbing and frightening.

Li Yunze looks at Leng Zetian with some worry. From his point of view, he can just see his upright posture, like a tight string. It seems that as long as you pull a little hard, it will cause a mountain torrent tsunami like destroying the sky and the earth.

Li Yunze from the bottom of his heart pinched a sweat, strong fight, killing heart.

Leng Yucheng, as Leng Zetian's own father, knew too well where to put the knife. And wenjingchu, lengzetian's dark experience when he was young, are all taboos lengzetian can't touch!

If Leng Zetian is really offended, he will lose the first game.

Li Yunze's eyes were solemn, and he wanted to rush up to help, but he couldn't.

Leng Zetian doesn't say a word. How can he mess up first.

Li Yunze had a bad taste in his heart. He broke his teeth and swallowed blood. He is too clear that such "inhuman torture" is intolerable no matter who it falls on.

Leng Zetian, no matter how powerful he is, is a man with heart and flesh! He has never really done anything wrong and shouldn't suffer like this!

"Zetian, it's all your fault. If you are not so stubborn, maybe our family will live happily together as before Leng Yucheng suddenly opens his mouth. His eyes sweep Li Yunze in the corner and fall on Leng Zetian's hand holding the teacup.

Leng Zetian's slender fingers tremble slightly, which is hard to find at first sight. However, the ripples in the teacup reveal Leng Zetian's strong depression at this time.

Leng Yucheng's eyes flashed an unknown sneer. He gently pressed his hand on the top old pottery tea cup to stabilize Leng Zetian's hand.

Is still a cold tone, "tea, to sprinkle."

Leng Zetian's eyes were cold, and suddenly he squeezed the cup tightly.

Ka -

the porcelain cup was crushed into pieces in his palm. The sharp porcelain pieces were embedded in his skin, and the bright red blood immediately flowed out.

However, Leng Zetian seems to feel no pain at all. There is only a desolate cold on his handsome face. It is a bone chilling feeling. It makes people freeze at the bottom of my heart at a glance.

"Cold little!" Li Yunze's heart suddenly shrank, and his hot-blooded punch could no longer help pulling out his gun and rushing up.

"Back off." Leng Zetian's head, cold voice command. Deep cold proud eyes swept the gun on Li Yunze's hand, with a kind of eye-catching gaze at him, word by word order, "this is between me and him, you go out."

Li Yunze's heart is like a knife. He doesn't know where to put his gun for a moment.

However, he has been with Leng Zetian for so many years. He knows Leng Zetian's resolute personality too well. Once he decides something, he will have to finish it regardless of the cost, even if he is covered with bruises and is on the line of life and death.

And he can only obey.

Sometimes, he even has to watch Leng Zetian rush into the barrage alone.

Li Yunze's mood is extremely complex. He seems to have overturned the Chinese medicine bottle and can't move like a stake.

Yes, under the rational thinking, everything is easy to say. But his heart is long, he does not have Leng Zetian's strong endurance, he can't watch brothers like brothers being destroyed little by little by his own father.

"Leng Shao -" Li Yunze struggles in a low voice, but after seeing Leng Zetian's sharp eyes, he still chooses to obey.

He should believe Leng Zetian.

Unconditional obedience, unconditional trust, so that Leng Zetian can fight against Leng Yucheng!

Li Yunze clenched his fist, put away his gun and said, "I'll wait for you at the door."

Leng Zetian's face is a little slow. He doesn't seem to have much strength to see Li Yunze again. He raises his hand and waves it to signal him to leave.

When the door closes and Li Yunze leaves, there are only Leng Zetian and Leng Yucheng left in the room, but they are quieter.

The atmosphere was strange and dreary, and no one spoke first.

Leng Yucheng looks at Leng Zetian's bleeding hand and takes out a sky blue plaid handkerchief from his body.

Leng Zetian frowns and pauses. When he finds that the handkerchief was used by Wen Jing when he was a child, he hesitates for a moment and catches it.

However, instead of wiping the bloodstain on his palm with the handkerchief, he folded it neatly and put it in his pocket.

"Well, you child, you're good everywhere, but you're too tough." Leng Yucheng sighed, "you've been like this since you were a child. You must do something even if you break your head. After living for so many years, you are still like this. You still don't understand that people can't get everything right in the world. "

"Sometimes, compromise not only helps others, but also helps ourselves."

When Leng Zetian heard these words, he finally looked back and seriously "stared" at Leng Yucheng's eyes. There was deep irony in his deep blue eyes. His mouth turned up and his sneer didn't reach the bottom of his eyes. "Old fox, your compromise must be very successful. Even your conscience, face and moral integrity are thrown clean together. It's not easy to become a top-notch old bastard."Leng Yucheng's face was suddenly livid. This kind of rebellious words were more unbearable than any of his previous words.

"Son of a bitch!" Leng Yucheng's eyes are sharp, and his wrist is as powerful as a withered branch. He wants to hold Leng Zetian's neck and twist his head down!

"That's your seed, too." Leng Zetian gracefully pulls all the pieces out of his palm and leans to the back of the sofa calmly. There is no temperature on his handsome face.

Cold, elegant, noble, gloomy, he perfectly inherited the cold of Leng Yucheng and carried it forward.

Once upon a time, he tried to commit suicide, even scrape his bones and cut his flesh to remove Leng Yucheng's "blood", but later Leng Zetian figured it out.

The blade is never one-way.

It can be killed, it can be used to kill.

Now Leng Zetian is not the helpless child who had no fighting back, but a man who has family and responsibility.

For the sake of Xiaoya, Jinyu, he can kill anyone who tries to hurt his family, including Leng Yucheng!

Leng Yucheng soon calms down. He squints his muddy fox eyes and stares at Leng Zetian, as if he wants to see through his soul.

"Zetian, you have changed a lot. But it's not good for you. " He poured a cup of tea again, took it to his mouth and drank it slowly.

When he looked up again, Leng Yucheng's face was more calm than before, "Zetian, you came to beg me, so don't challenge my bottom line. Come on, what can you give? "

Leng Zetian's mouth is cold, beg him?!

The old fox is so confident.

"I'm here to play a game with you." Leng Zetian picks his eyebrows, and his deep blue eyes have a kind of rebellious cold sharp.