True Love Lasts

"Look at me!" The next second, his head was pulled back by him. He glared at her coldly, and the other hand reached under her angrily

He really wants to kill her in bed!

Kill her tonight!

"Hiss..."

In the dark, she exhaled in pain, and he clearly touched the two pieces that had been reddened and swollen by him. In the first half of the night, he was so angry that he didn't feel soft at all when he was tossing. Her body couldn't bear it for a long time.

"Pain..."

Her hoarse low voice made Tang Yao's reason and morality return to a lot in an instant. He silently closed his hand and crawled on her. After a long silence, his tone finally turned to dejected——

"Why? You said that even if there is danger around me, you will follow me... "His voice is low and slow, even with a little helpless, like the people who are about to be abandoned in panic, five points of pleading, five points of coercion," since you are not willing to follow, I can only send someone to watch you and leave you... Do you think this is good? "

This evening, he couldn't help thinking: Why did she go to find Shu Muwan after she beat back the man who broke the door?

Was she afraid?

If you're afraid, why don't you come to him? In her eyes, he was not even a position to rely on.

"You don't have to send someone to look at me, I won't go out..." the whole evening, she finally opened her mouth, her voice was hoarse and distressing, her calm tone was even more despairing than him, "I'll stay here until I die... Are you satisfied?"

Fragile and stubborn, voice from hoarse to choking, in the dark, tears finally fell silently from the corner of the eye.

Tang Yao was stunned by her refusal. He reached out to help her wipe her tears silently. She wanted to open her mouth, but her voice murmured first——

"I know about Li Jia. I don't want to stay with my father, and I don't know how to face you, but I can't stay in my own apartment... I have no place to go... Muwan just came to see me, so I think I can find a place to forgive you for one night... I've already forgiven you, but... "She said intermittently, and finally sobbed, "... but I was wrong..."

It took her a whole night to face up to his sin and forgive him, but... She was wrong.

It turns out that he doesn't need to be forgiven at all.

He is still so dark, tyrannical and terrifying... Her forgiveness is not rare in his world.

Qin Huanyan said for a long time, but he didn't say it very clearly, and he didn't hear it very clearly. But Tang Yao didn't interrupt. He helped her wipe her tears with one hand and listened to her patiently. Then he asked, "who is Li Jia?"

He couldn't understand her, but he knew that the cause was "Li Jia's incident".

"Of course you don't remember the names of all the people you killed!" Qin Huanyan, with a low voice, slapped his hand off the corner of her eye. "Don't touch me, Tang Yao!"

He didn't answer.

He really has no impression of the name "Li Jia".

…………

early morning.

It rained all night, and stopped slowly at five o'clock. The humidity in the air was higher, and the whole city was deposited in a layer of moisture. Tang Yao is sitting in the president's office of be, frowning and flipping the computer screen.

He arrived at the company very early, even a little too early.

After a sleepless night, he was almost driven out by her, and she used the most gentle and desperate way - "Tang Yao, I don't want to see you."

As a result, he became a man with nowhere to go.

He was wearing a white shirt. The buttons on his collar were open, which exposed the deep and shallow kisses between his neck and chest. He did not hide the frenzy he had done last night... Of course, there were scratches, scratches and bite marks that others could not see.

What's on the screen is a picture of the scene of a car accident.

With his influence, it's not difficult to find a dead man named "Li Jia" in a city - the car accident happened late last Sunday night, and the scene was a bit tragic. A motorcycle tilted on the side of the elevated road. The girl named Li Jia was lying in a pool of blood. Her head tilted to the side in a posture beyond the scope of human beings. She couldn't see her face clearly.

Data show that: she flew out on a motorcycle, her body and head hit the guardrail of the elevated road.

The results of autopsy showed: comminuted fracture of brain, cervical fracture.

It's true that she can't survive this kind of injury.

Tang Yao frowned silently and leaned back to his chair: why should such a traffic accident be counted on him? In his habit, it's easy to die alone, but never in this way. He's not that sick."Ding Ling Ling!"

The office's inside line telephone rings at the moment, Zhao ran quickly reports to the opposite: "Tang Shao, found someone."

The so-called "person" is the survivor of the car accident that day - a young man driving a motorcycle, who was only slightly injured in that car accident. Afterwards, because his background was too ordinary, he was also forgotten

"He lives in the southern suburbs. Shall I bring him back?" Zhao ran asked for instructions from the opposite side.

Tang Yao looked down at the time of the watch: "forget it, I'll go myself."

With that, hang up.

Zhao ran was stunned for a second in front of him. Tang Shao went to see such a young man without any family background... Such a high "treatment" can only prove one thing: the young man named "a Fei" is dead.

………………

It has just rained, and the roads in the suburbs are even more muddy.

Ah Fei, who lives in an abandoned factory in the southern suburbs, plays band with a group of friends during the day, and likes to go motorcycle racing with friends at night. This kind of drag racing youth is very popular with young girls. Before the incident, Li Jia was his girlfriend who had been talking for three days.

It's not surprising that people with ordinary backgrounds and not deep contacts will be left out.

When Tang Yao stepped into the abandoned factory, it was quiet. It was obvious that ah Fei was still asleep. The dirt on the ground made Tang Yao frown. He resisted disgust and then walked up the iron stairs to the second floor.

Push open the door, a mess.

In the middle of a pile of discarded newspapers, eaten takeaway boxes, and drunk bottles, there are five or six men and women, all dressed in cool clothes - men with bare arms, women with bare clothes, sleeping with their own objects in their arms

Tang Yao retreated in disgust.

Zhao ran leaned in to have a look. His brow frowned. He patted the broken door hard and couldn't bear to say: "which is ah Fei?"

"Well..."

"What's the noise..."

"I'm so sleepy..."

All kinds of murmurs came from inside. Seeing Zhao ran standing at the door, the women inside also heard harsh screams, which made Zhao Ran's face darken. In a calm voice, he cried out: "ah Fei stay, the rest go away!"