Quick Wear: After being conquered by the male protagonist, he said I was sick

The small dark room is like a man’s second home.

Seeing that there was suddenly a person on his bed, the man raised his eyebrows, turned his wrist slowly, and smiled as he glanced at the goalkeeper who had not left the door yet.

"That's very thoughtful. You were afraid that I would be bored alone, so you found a companion for me."

The man had a smile on his face, but the darkness in his eyes couldn't stop showing out, staring at people and making them feel creepy.

These two goalkeepers were not from the same group as the two who sent Jiang Que here. They were also stunned when they saw someone in the small dark room.

Which staff maker arranged this?

Looking at the man lying on the bed who seemed to be asleep, the goalkeeper observed a second of silence for him.

Just lock them up together. Anyone who gets in here isn’t a good person anyway.

It's your bad luck.

With a click, the door of the small dark room was locked. The original light was blocked by the door, and the small dark room returned to its original darkness.

The man stared at the closed door, sneered, shrugged indifferently, and habitually took out a flashlight from his pocket.

With a sullen face, he walked to the only bed, put his foot on Jiang Que's back like a boss and pushed him, saying with disdain: "Don't play dead, go to the corner, this is not a place for you to sleep."

The man kicked twice but there was no response, so he lost his patience and prepared to take action.

Before he could reach out his hand, the man on the bed suddenly turned sideways, grabbed the feet that were resting on his back and threw him onto the bed. His legs were spread apart and pulled down, resting on the man's waist and abdomen.

Fortunately, he reacted in time and wrapped his legs like a pair of scissors around the man's waist and abdomen. After a sit-up, Jiang Que was forced to fall back, and the two immediately changed positions.

The sudden attack made the man furious. He took out a sharp scalpel from somewhere and put it against Jiang Que's neck. His eyes were gloomy. "You want to attack me with just this little ability? You don't want to live anymore. I can satisfy you."

The sharp blade cut a bloody mark on Jiang Que's neck. The man sat on Jiang Que, grabbing his collar with one hand and holding the knife against his neck with the other.

Zhang Yang's face was full of ferocity when he looked at Jiang Que. There was not a trace of the timidity that a normal person would have before killing someone. Instead, there was only excitement in his eyes.

The man he threatened with a knife was not a normal person either. The faint light emitted by the flashlight after it fell to the ground made it difficult to see each other's faces.

Faintly feeling the man half-smile and raise an eyebrow at him, he moved his hand to signal him: “You can try, I also want to know how much I don’t want to live.”

Jiang Que's calm eyes were filled with endless darkness. Even though he was lying on the bed in a weak position, he was able to pull the gun against the man's waist and turn the game around.

The man was silent for a long time, then pushed Jiang Que away irritably and sat down beside the bed.

Jiang Que was lying there, and he watched with his own eyes as the man stood up, took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, put it in his mouth, and lit up his lighter with a click in the not-so-bright light.

The strong smell of cigarette smoke spread in the small space. Jiang Que frowned and sat up, staring at the man's profile with his back to him in silence.

"Cough cough cough!" The man coughed a few times due to the choking smell of smoke.

Holding a cigarette in his mouth, he bent down to pick up the flashlight and put it on the bed, staring at the ground unconsciously with his eyes downcast: "You are quite interesting, what's your name?"

Jiang Que sat behind him and rolled his fingers: "Jiang Que, what about you?"

"A banquet of stereotypes."

Jiang Que...

The man murmured the name in his heart. Suddenly he thought of something. He shone the flashlight on Jiang Que's face to see his features clearly. He threw the cigarette he had just taken two puffs of on the ground and crushed it with his foot. He raised his eyebrows and said, "No wonder he looks familiar. He is the young master of the Jiang family in Yuncheng."

The young master of the Jiang family in Yuncheng was in a car accident and became a vegetable. He had no money to spend for a while, and he even applied for a nurse to take care of him for a while, but later resigned for some reasons.

Chen Guiyan crushed the smoke, but the ventilation duct of the small dark room did not clear up so quickly. Seeing Jiang Que's delicate little face with frowned brows and a look of displeasure, the man withdrew his hand and moved the flashlight away from his face.