President, your wife has slapped you in the face again.

Leng Qing in front of Fengyin actually started talking to Leng Yan.

He was like a madman, shouting loudly.

There was no trace of Leng Yan's shadow of Feng Yin breathing on his face.

"Leng Yan, come out quickly! Don't be suppressed by Leng Qing again! Come out!"

Just as Feng Yin was about to open his mouth, Leng Qing's fists fell like raindrops. On his cheeks, chin, stomach, wherever Leng Qing could touch, Feng Yin's body was covered with scars.

"Why are you doing this? Fengyin! Tell me!"

"You can treat us as one person! Why do we have to be so clear! If you want Leng Yan, I can also become him!"

"Leng Yan is the only one, and you are destined to be our enemy." Feng Yin said clearly, he is him, and Leng Yan is Leng Yan.

"No! No!" Leng Qing gritted his teeth, picked up the scarred Feng Yin from the ground, and threw it directly against the wall.

"Are you forcing me to kill you now?"

"Cold Flame..."

Feng Yin opened her mouth, and suddenly raised her foot to kick Leng Qing's injured abdomen. Although she knew that Leng Yan would also use this body, but at a critical moment, she had to hurt Leng Qing's personality so that Leng Yan could have a chance.

When the pain came, Leng Qing's face was grim for a moment, and all the scenes in front of him were doubled, overlapping, swaying and silent.

His fist landed on Feng Yin unreservedly this time.

Blood splattered, and there was no place in the huge room that was not stained with blood.

When he was tired, he let go of his wrist, and Feng Yin's body fluttered to the ground.

Leng Qing's body also slowly slid to the ground.

He still wanted to ask, why did he come to this point?
……

After an unknown amount of time, the comatose Leng Yan woke up, her eyes blurred, and then she was clear for a moment.

There was a strong smell of blood in his nostrils, and there was a person lying on the sofa not far away, his hair was messy, and the clothes on his body couldn't see the original appearance, and there were bright red blood and traces of fighting all around.

At this moment, Leng Yan's brain began to receive the previous signal...

He came back, Leng Qing was suppressed by him, and this time he came back and he knew what Leng Qing had done before, those memories came to his mind little by little, and became the most difficult nightmare to dissipate in this life.

"Wind Yin..."

Leng Yan looked down at her red, swollen and injured back of her hands, she couldn't believe it, those hands almost killed Feng Yin just now.

He struggled to get up and ran to her side. There was a pool of bright red blood on her body, bruises all over her face, her body was curled up, and she trembled with pain when she moved a little.

At this moment, Leng Yan's heart seemed to be pierced by countless steel needles in an instant, and he would rather continue to be riddled with holes than see the truth.

"Leng Yan?" Feng Yin finally found the strength to open his eyes and look at him.

is it him?
"The flowers in the yard are blooming..." she asked.

This was one of their codes. She still remembered that she had asked Leng Qing before, but he didn't know anything.

Leng Yan bent down and hugged her lightly, his heart was torn apart and his blood was burning, but he couldn't find Leng Qing to take revenge.

Unless this body is destroyed.

"Baby, when the flowers bloom endlessly, there will be ripples in your heart."

He opened his mouth, and every time he said a word, his heart ached from tearing, and tears fell down at this moment...

Never knew that he would cry for a woman.

If he hadn't provoked her first, Feng Yin would not have suffered such pain and injury.

The images of Leng Qing hurting her with his fists were right in front of him, and he remembered them all clearly, and he couldn't forgive himself.