The quick-traveling scumbag is really a heartthrob

Wen Yao had never seen her eyes look so cold and murderous.

In front of him, she was harmless and weak in the early stage, elegant and noble in the later stage. She seemed to be able to perfectly control her facial expressions and emotions forever.

He has never seen.

Pan Shu is so out of control.

Wen Yao locked her ankles tightly with trembling hands, and when he pressed the lock with a click, her soul seemed to be imprisoned.

She pushed him away fiercely and staggered towards the man lying in a pool of blood.

Holding the man's body and crying bitterly.

The chains made a heart-chilling clang in the dull air.

My limbs feel cold when I smell the sun.

Her eyes were locked on Pan Shu.

They were very much like lovers who were forced to separate and endured agonizing pain, and he was the executioner.

Banshu was almost dragged back by Wen Yao.

The blood left an eye-catching mark on the clean floor.

She is like a rag doll that has lost its soul.

Wen Yao discovered with horror that she seemed not to want to live anymore.

He watched over her every day.

But she still took advantage of it.

When Wen Yao found out, her arms were already covered with scars.She loves her body so much.

The only tool she used to commit the crime was a chopstick that she secretly hid.

How much force does this take?

Wen Yao doesn't know.

That day, he smoked so many cigarettes that his voice almost became hoarse. "Do you regret it? Do you regret following me?"

He had thought that Pan Shu would remain silent and huddled in the corner of the bed as usual, but to his surprise, she spoke.

He was ecstatic.

For her willingness to talk to him.

Because she has not seen the sun for a long time, her skin is extremely white, sickly and weird, and her delicate and beautiful facial features are still dazzling.

She opened her mouth and said word by word, "I'm too greedy."

She is greedy and wants both money and power, as well as his love.She got his love, but failed to kill him in time.

Wen Yao didn't understand.

Later, she drugged his rice, and she never lacked men who were eager to please her.

She stole his gun again.

There was a knife under the pillow.

Almost finding every opportunity to kill him.

Wen Yao ducked over again and again, then held her gently in his arms and kissed her forehead, like the most loving couple in the world, even if they were in the same bed and had different dreams.

Later, she stopped trying to kill him.

She probably realized that no matter what she did, it was in vain. She always assessed the situation and was extremely smart.

Until he returns from his mission.

Push open the bedroom door.

There was still a gentle and joyful smile on his face.

But when he saw the blood all over the room, every inch of his body froze and condensed.

The incredibly beautiful woman lay quietly in the bathtub, sticky and thick blood dripping down her wrist. Wen Yao didn't know when he walked in front of her.

He suddenly lost all strength.

Kneeling on the ground in embarrassment.

He held the woman tightly in his arms with trembling hands, "Panshu... don't sleep..."

"Don't sleep, open your eyes...look at me..."

"Don't you hate me? How about I just die right now, ah..."

"……sorry."

"I won't lock you up anymore, okay?"

"Womanly……"

"I love you."

Love grows wildly under the influence of twisted hatred.

Hate has also become the nourishment of love.

On the day she died.

The proud man finally lowered his head in defeat, without any resistance, surrendered and admitted defeat.

He had thought.He and she will be entangled in love and hate for a lifetime.

She owes him.

He owes her.

The bond between the two can no longer be broken.

But he didn't wake up until she died——

She couldn't kill him.

But there are thousands of ways to kill yourself.

She cannot decide the life or death of others.

But it can decide her.

How ridiculous.

In the room filled with the smell of dullness and blood, a very soft, gentle, and helpless sigh slowly sounded: "You know, right? You know that I will die with you, and you have always plotted against me."

Wen Yao quietly hugged his dead lover.

Waiting for death to come.

After nearly ten years of love-hate entanglement, at that moment, in death, the hatred turned into a stronger love.

Snowing.

It's a pity that he nailed the window tightly.

I could barely see the white snow outside the window through the gap.

Wen Yao's eyes gradually became hot and slightly red.

Just shed a tear.

——God, I have saved too many people in my life, but I cannot save myself.

——But if I do it again, I will choose to meet her on that snowy day, fall in love with her, and be entangled with her destiny until we are closely related.

She is very bad.

But I love her very much.

……

It turned out to be the case.

It is so.

Pan Shu slowly opened her heavy eyelids, her eyes slightly dull.

The suffocating feeling is still lingering in my heart.

and so.

She thought Ji Heng died because of her again, lost control of her emotions, and chose to commit suicide to end her life.

And her violent mood swings attracted the attention of the main system.

Qiqi left this time because of her.

Pan Shu gently blinked her moist eyes, turned her head and looked out the window, tears bursting out of her eyes instantly.

This was what Fu Cen saw when he opened the door.

The tip of his heart suddenly stung.

"Womanly."

Pan Shu looked at Fu Cen at the door and forced her lips to smile.

She already owed him her life.

She can no longer afford him a second life...

Ji Heng is a very good person.I shouldn't have to do it over and over again for her.

"You're here." Her mood returned to calm, as if nothing had happened, "Sit over here, I haven't had a good chat with you for a long time."

"Are you okay?" Fu Cen gently tucked the quilt for her.

Pan Shu nodded, "Where's Wen Yao?"

Fu Cen's expression turned cold, and he paused, "He bullied you."

So, he gave the ungrateful man a good lesson.Fu Cen originally thought that no matter how angry Wen Yao's jealous man was, he would not harm her body...

Fu Cen's dark gaze swept across Ban Shu's slender and delicate neck.

The blood-red traces on it were shocking.

He wanted to kill the man immediately.

But he can't.

Wen Yao is one of her tasks.

Fu Cen understood her character, and he didn't want to waste Pan Shu's remaining love for him for an insignificant person.

"Do you know something?"

Pan Shu looked at him inquiringly, trying to find some useful information on his face.

But she forgot.

Ji Heng is half of her teacher.

He taught her not to show her emotions.

Teachers naturally do better than students.

"What do you know?" Fu Cen touched her head and said softly, "God has mercy on me and allows me to meet you again. I cherish this opportunity... As long as Shushu knows, I will never leave you."

Pan Shu was even more certain.

Ji Heng must have some secrets.

But she didn't want to expose it.

She didn't want the only memories she cherished, with Ji Heng, to be rotten and rusty, with moths crawling everywhere.

The sudden quarrel in the corridor reached Pan Shu's ears without missing a word.

"..."

"You can't fucking understand people, can you? Don't go in and disturb her! Otherwise, I will beat you to death even if I risk my life today!"

"I just want to see her once..."

"roll!"