Kuai Chuan: The cold Lord God always acts like a spoiled brat to me

Chapter 592 The more you pull, the more you love the principle 143
She took two steps forward, her heart skipped a beat, she turned around and knocked on the car window, "Dad, come and take a look with me."

Jiang Yuxing was originally not interested in cats and dogs, but when he responded, he had already agreed and walked out of the car.

Maybe it was those eyes that attracted him.

from afar.

In the dark alleys of rainy nights, empty streets.

The street lamps were dim, and the light and shadow cast in the puddles were broken and then gathered, reflecting two shadows.

When they took four or five steps.

A gray car rampaged and slammed into the Maybach that was parked on the spot! !
"boom--"

The loud bang was deafening, and the air smelled of burning gasoline.

Tears the rainy night.

The raging fire was reflected in the frightened eyes when he turned around.

Jiang Li'an realized something, turned around in a daze, the parts splashed, slid through the air, cut through the rain, the eardrums buzzed, and there were countless noises, but the little milk cat in his arms lifted the soft plum blossom cushion at that moment, covering it She touched her ears, and the cat ears rubbed against her face, like comfort from a rainy day.

The breath is full of faintly visible familiarity, mysterious and fascinating, and reassuring.

A man in a suit, a girl in a red dress, a convenience store with lights on in the distance, the scene of a car accident with a tragic explosion behind him, the street lights are dim and distorted, the cold night is rainy, an umbrella is held, and a cat in his arms.

Divide the world into light and dark sides.

There must be a reason for creatures to block the way.

It is better to believe in its existence than in its non-existence.

Central area of ​​Nancheng, private villa.

The bodyguard opened the car door and held an umbrella for the people inside.

Holding the dying girl in his arms, the man slowly stepped out of the car door and walked forward in the rainy night.

The silhouette is unparalleled.

The lights in the villa were not turned on, it was pitch black, and the layout was cold. Tan Junxi was obviously used to this kind of darkness, kicked open the door of a guest room, threw the man on the bed roughly, turned and left.

But the back was hugged.

The man stuck up from behind, as if grabbing the last straw, hugging his waist tightly, with his face pressed against the man's back, the white skirt outlined his thin and fragile figure, like porcelain that could be broken at any time.

"elder brother……"

The sound is small, which can easily arouse people's desire to destroy.

Tan Junxi stood at the head of the bed, looked at the hands on his waist, opened them indifferently, and walked out.

"Brother, I only have you..."

She cried very softly.

"I only have you..."

Those words made Tan Junxi stop.

Standing in the dark, he turned around abruptly, looked down at the girl on the bed with condescending eyes, picked her up from the bed, and carefully scrutinized the girl's face inch by inch, which can be called presumptuous.

I can't find any resemblance, only the bridge of the nose is a bit similar, is it my own?
After a while, the man raised his hand to untie his shirt, cuff buttons, and belt, and threw them on the ground. His dark eyes showed no sign of pity.

——"If you dare to cross the bottom line, your legs will be broken."

A word popped out of my mind suddenly.

Tan Junxi was indifferent and kept moving.

——"You have to be a good person, you are the best person in the world."

Jiang Ye chanted the words [-] times a day like magic voices, echoing in his ears, Tan Junxi gritted his teeth slightly, his mind was full of those messy preaching.

People like Tan Junxi live every day, and they don't care about those things.

1 minute later.

Tan Junxi stood up with a frosty face, and fastened the belt again.

Really foul.

He thought casually, it seems that he can't see Jiang Ye during this period, so as not to affect his own rules.

A beam of light lit up in the dark room, and the phone with the screen turned off kept pushing messages, all from one person, and you don't need to guess about Junxi to know that the other party is scolding him.

He picked it up and turned it up, and sure enough, half of it was scolding him, and the other half—it was still scolding him.

After watching so much, Tan Junxi saw that the other party said he had a cold, so he replied: 【Drink honey water. 】

Nosy: [Drink your mother, is your honey water handed down from three generations of ancestors?I see you like a butterfly collecting honey all day long! 】

Tan Junxi: "..."

He cautiously sent a question mark, but the other party deleted him. In the past, Tan Junxi would take the initiative to add it back. After thinking for a long time this time, he didn't add it.

stay away.

The opponent does not need to enter the game.

This time, Jiang Ye didn't need to meddle in his own business anymore.

Just then, a piece of news was pushed from the top of the phone.

The subtitles came into Tan Junxi's eyes.

The harsh light made him squint his eyes in discomfort.

"Sir?" Bao Fat called out cautiously.

"Arrange a doctor for her, don't let her go." Tan Junxi said, "Go back to the base."

What's interesting is that when Tan Junxi first arrived at the base, he met Shen Qingzhuo.

The man came back from the outside without even an umbrella, his black T-shirt was completely soaked, and blood was dripping from his fingertips.

"Shen Qingzhuo." Tan Junxi called out to stop him, "Did you come back so late?"

The man saw him only now, and the expression on his face remained unchanged: "Aren't you too?"

Tan Junxi stepped forward in the night, stood opposite him, and looked at the young man's eyes calmly.

Shen Qingzhuo was drenched in the rain, but her temperament did not drop.

"Is something wrong?"

"You're bleeding." Tan Junxi moved his eyes down, staring at the bloodstain on the young man's wrist, which resembled scratches from shards of glass, and the blood flowed out, meandering from the cold white wrist bone, past the black mole, It flows down the joints, and finally drips from the fingertips, gathering in the rainwater at the feet.

It is a strange and brutal sadistic beauty.

Tan Junxi's eyes darkened a little, his breathing was slightly chaotic, drowned in the sound of rain.

Shen Qingzhuo said "um", not interested in standing here in the rain, and walked past Tan Junxi.

Tan Junxi suddenly stretched out his hand and grabbed his wrist with great force, pressing on the wound tightly, wishing to break the bones, but he let go after a second or two, and asked gently, "Do you need a bandage?"

"You want to die?!" Shen Qingzhuo frowned, her tone was cold and impatient.

"Sorry, I couldn't control it." Tan Junxi took a step back, out of the way, and raised his hands on both sides of his head in a gesture of surrender, which was a little more playful.

Before leaving, he was punched in the face!
Tan Junxi was laughing instead, and didn't hide.

Blood can make him excited, Tan Junxi knew very early on.

He rolled his Adam's apple, looked at the blood left on his fingertips, held it between his lips, sucked it with his thin lips, and licked it again with the tip of his red tongue.

There was also blood on his lips, more like a vampire.

I don't know if it's because of Tan Junxi's subjective color, it seems that compared with human beings, he is a little special.

He sighed in a low voice, turned on his phone, watched the news of the car accident scene repeatedly, compared the picture, looked at the boy's back, and fixed his eyes on the injury on the wrist.

"You're so careless, Shen Qingzhuo..."

Tan Junxi had no expression on his face, his eyes darkened, and he made a call, and the voice rang out slowly in the rainy night: "Help me call out the surveillance video of Anfa Road at around 10 o'clock tonight."

(End of this chapter)