The quick-traveling scumbag is really a heartthrob

Heavy snowfall in midwinter.

Covering all sin and blood.

This is still the most prosperous Kyoto.

Pan Shu broke off a snow plum and placed it gently on her lap covered with blankets. She pursed her pale lips and said, "Go back and put it in a glass bottle."

He Qi said "hmm" in a low voice.

There is an unspoken contract between the five men, that is, only one man can be by her side every day. Today is He Qi's turn, and the other four men start to take revenge on everyone who has hurt her.

Xu Sijuan is determined not to be let go.

Now the capital she has accumulated over the years has been easily monopolized and annexed by Shi Lin and others.

She's broke.

But Xu Sijuan didn't have the courage to jump off the building.

He Jiali looked coldly at the big plaque with the words "Zhiren Mental Hospital" not far away and pulled his lips cruelly.

This is just the beginning.

Punishment... is far more than that.

He turned around and got into the car indifferently. The driver in front of him looked at the evil ghost with fear and caution, "Sir, where are you going?"

He Jiali closed her delicate eyes and was silent for a moment, "Hospital."

The driver naturally knew that he was going to see Miss Ban.

He didn't dare to speak anymore for fear of offending He Jiali.

hospital.

He Qi was pushing Pan Shu in the wheelchair and was preparing to go back. After all, the wind was heavy and the snow was heavy, and she was afraid that her body would not be able to bear it.

It's quiet here.

Therefore, the crunching sound of the man stepping on the white snow and dead branches was particularly noticeable.

Pan Shu gently opened her dead eyes.

The young man held a bouquet of magnificent white roses.

It was probably cold, and his eyes were slightly red.

"elder sister."

These two words were obscure and choked in his throat. His voice was very low, as if he couldn't make any sound, and his mouth was full of bitterness.

He Qi lowered his eyes and noticed that Ban Shu gently squeezed the snow plum branch for a moment, her finger bones turning slightly white.

She did not speak.

Just tears falling silently in big pieces.

She was good-looking, and she looked good when she cried, as if she were dropping pearls, without making any sound.

He Qi's heart felt tight and painful.

"Sister, I'm late." He Jiali knelt down on one knee and looked at her softly, "I'm sorry, I was delayed on something before. How do you feel, sister?"

He gently wiped her tears with a handkerchief and curled his lips helplessly, "Sister is crying so hard..."

The tone is like coaxing a child.

It's okay, sister.

Those people are all dead.

He would stay with Xu Sijuan until the end, let her suffer the most extreme torture in the world, and then send Xu Sijuan to hell.

Pan Shu turned her face towards him coldly.

"You go."

She said word by word, "I really hate you."

"He Jiali, don't say goodbye."

The smile on He Jiali's lips was so stiff. His fingertips trembled slightly, as if he was afraid of scaring her. He spoke in a very soft tone, "Why."

"I haven't suffered enough because of you."

She looked at him gently, her dark gray pupils so cold that it made people feel frightened, "I don't want... to hurt anymore."

"Don't let me see you again...otherwise, I will really hate you."

Hate is a very serious word.

He Jiali didn't actually hear clearly because his eyes were dizzy and darkened, but he could tell from her cold and indifferent tone that she seemed to have said something serious.

There was a sharp whistle in my ears.

He shook his head slightly.

It snowed again.

He finally regained his footing.

He Jiali staggered after him, and two frighteningly strong bodyguards in black blocked his way respectfully, "Young Master He, please come back."

"Go away!"

"We're just doing what we're told."

He Jiali's hands and feet were cold, "Let He Qi come see me."

"Sorry." The bodyguard kept saying this over and over again.

At the end of the long corridor, He Qi turned around and looked at He Jiali, showing no emotion.

Just a little envious.

After all, it was He Jiali who won her preference.

The men seemed to be cooperating, but everyone knew the actual undercurrent of murderous intent.

There can only be one survivor among them.

——Be upright and stay with her.

Pan Shu acquiesced in this behavior.

In other words, this is what she wants.

Cannibalism.

Choose the winner.

She is protecting He Jiali.

They are all smart people, how could they not know Pan Shu's intention?

Pan Shu was telling them with actions, or warning them.

He Jiali was something they couldn't touch.

She promised them that she would never have anything to do with He Jiali again. She personally pulled out the thorn in their hearts. Her only request was that he should not be involved in this dispute.

Don't hurt him.

He Qi was almost going crazy with jealousy.

If it's appearance.

He is clearly similar to He Jiali.

Why is this preference not his?

A long time passed, and Pan Shu looked at the snowy plum tree in the glass bottle for a long time.

He Qi said warmly, "It's very late, it's time for Shushu to rest."

"Ah."

He Qi picked up Pan Shu, carefully taking care of her comfortable sleeping position, covering her with a soft quilt, and bent down to gently place a kiss on the girl's trembling eyelids.

"good."

"Have a great night."

Turning off the light, He Qi looked at her deeply and gently closed the door.

She was really taken care of by these men.

in the dark.

Pan Shu curved her lower lips.

At some point a person stood beside the bed.

He had the chill of ice and snow on him.

Did not get close to Pan Shu.

Some kind of liquid that had condensed into ice on the thick black eyelashes was slowly melting.

"Don't do this to me, sister," he said.

Through the moonlight, he could clearly see her pale eyelids trembling slightly.

He was quiet for a moment, then curled his lower lip helplessly, "It's so cold outside. I stood in front of my sister's window and always wanted to put this bouquet of roses into the vase with my own hands, but they died."

He Jiali pursed his lower lip, "It's dead. It's no longer worthy of my sister."

she cried.

But she didn't move.

He Jiali squatted down, bent his long legs, curled his fingertips slightly, and gently wiped her tears.

"Sister, I'm even sadder." He gently covered his heart with one hand, "This place is sluggish and old, as if it is an old machine that is about to be scrapped at any time. I don't know when I will die."

"If sister doesn't want to see me..." He paused, "Then I'll try harder."

His tone was really gentle.

It's so tender that it's sad.

"Okay...don't cry..."

He stood up.

Legs are numb and stiff.

He pursed his lower lip nervously.

"elder sister."

"I wanted to tell you see you tomorrow, but I thought you would be sad, so... forget it, I'm leaving."

He paused, and finally took one last longing look at Pan Shu.

Leave without a sound.

Pan Shu gently opened her eyelids.

Open your palms slightly.

It's a white rabbit toffee.

This is what she wanted to eat a few days ago, but Pei Jing and the others wouldn't let her eat it.

Sweets are bad for your heart.

Not even a single candy can be eaten.

Pan Shu blinked, peeled off the candy wrapper, and put the toffee into her mouth.

The sweetness is very light.

But the milk flavor is very strong.

He did it himself.

She gently curved her lips, He Jiali was very powerful.