Crazy host sweet temptation, cold licking the main god and acting coquettish

"Get out of here, all of you!"

"Si Mo, you... don't come over here!" "Save me, save me quickly... he's going to kill me!"

As if he could sense something, Kong Yu, who was originally drowsy, suddenly opened his eyes when Si Mo approached him stealthily. He looked at the blank wall in front of him, waving his arms around, fear in his eyes.

The image that floated before his eyes was of Si Mo torturing him in every way that day, and Si Mo's back as he left. His last straw was broken. No one could save him anymore.

He would be bled to death.

The face of the person in front of him was extremely beautiful, but the smile on his lips and the movement of his knife making a move made Kong Yu feel terrified.

Kong's mother, who was accompanying him in the ward, was taking a nap beside the bed when she was suddenly awakened by Kong Yu. She was immediately at a loss.

"Xiao Yu, you..." She was about to step forward to hold down the crazy Kong Yu, but the next second she was accidentally injured by her beloved son.

Kong Yu slapped his mother on the face. Physiological tears flowed like strings, unable to stop.

The bodyguard outside the door heard the noise and was hesitating whether to come in and take a look.

The room was silent for a moment, except for the violent and crazy Kong Yu who was still going crazy. Kong's mother covered her face with her hands, her expression very gloomy.

"What's wrong with you?!" Her tone was mixed with anger, and it was obvious that she was a little annoyed by Kong Yu: "It's like this, now everyone knows that my son is mentally ill! Kong Yu, you bring shame to our family, you know that!"

She just couldn't understand why, over the past twenty years or so, her son had always been a model of praise since he was a child. She always believed that Kong Yu was gifted, and it was such an honor for her to have a genius son.

She was very strict with Kong Yu, and he had to take countless piano lessons since he was young. She spent a lot of money to create a piece that satisfied her.

As a result, after not seeing him for a few days, Kong Yu became like this.

Kong's father had a large family and a lot of wealth, and he had many mistresses outside. He had no feelings for her. If she hadn't raised such an outstanding son, Kong's father probably wouldn't even return home.

"Mom..." Kong Yu seemed to be brought back to his senses by his mother's yelling. He stared blankly at his mother, whose right cheek was red and swollen, and tears fell like a dam bursting: "Si Mo, he hurt me! He wanted to kill me!"

After all, he is her own flesh and blood. Seeing him like this, Kong's mother felt distressed again. She sighed, walked forward, hugged Kong Yu in her arms and patted his back.

"Si Mo... is that the musician like you? The one you said took your place before?" Kong's mother lowered her head and murmured Si Mo's name. A vague human figure gradually emerged in her mind.

Kong Yu had mentioned Si Mo to her several times before, and Kong's mother had seen Si Mo's photo, but in her impression, Si Mo didn't look very old, and he looked gentle and soft. He even looked a little more obedient than Kong Yu.

Is such a person really capable of turning Kong Yu into this?

She thought for a moment, then asked doubtfully, "Xiao Yu, are you sure it's him?"

"Jin Sixian always values ​​strength. Even if I wasn't there, he wouldn't care about you."

When he heard Kong's mother mention fighting for a position, Si Mo's words popped up in his mind nonsensically, and he suddenly felt a sore pain in his eyes.

In fact, Kong Yu knew the whole story. It was always him who snatched Si Mo's things because he was angry at the fact that Si Mo was better than him, and he couldn't let go of the pride in his heart.

So he chose to confuse right and wrong, pretending to be the victim, hoping to get some unwarranted comfort. He never dared to admit it, all because: he was jealous of Si Mo and hated him.

How could Si Mo easily replace everything he had? Originally, he was the ceiling in this field, but now whenever piano playing is mentioned, everyone will think of Si Mo's name.

Then what is the point of all his efforts over the years?

Kong Yu was so angry that his teeth were itching. His eyes were already filled with anger and hatred. He leaned next to Kong's mother and nodded.

"Okay, I'll check this for you. If it's true, I won't let him go."

Kong's mother comforted Kong Yu for a few more words, helped him lie down on the bed, and called a doctor in to give him an injection of sedative. She only came out after Kong Yu fell asleep.

He glanced at the bodyguards on both sides. They looked straight ahead with great integrity, pretending they heard nothing.

Only then did Kong's mother retract her gaze, raised her head, snorted coldly, and went to the corridor to make a phone call.

After she left, Si Mo and Jin Sixian happened to be leaning outside the door and watched the entire dramatic scene. Jin Sixian's expression didn't change throughout the whole process, and he was even reluctant to give Kong Yu any attention.

"What are you going to do with the person inside?"

Si Mo looked at it for a while, narrowed his cunning fox eyes, and unconsciously pointed at the protruding wrist bone with his index finger.

He always seemed frivolous when weighing life and death, leaving and staying.

Kong Yu's fate depends on his thoughts. Perhaps this is the difference between humans and gods.

"Forget it, there's no point in killing him." Si Mo turned and walked towards the hospital entrance, saying nonchalantly, "It's a waste of public resources."

The dead have to be buried, which is somewhat of a waste of land for Kong Yu.

Jin Sixian caught up in a few seconds, thinking that his Mo Mo was truly kind.

Benben also saw the same scene in his sea of ​​consciousness. He held his new plate in his arms and swallowed his saliva.

It almost sighed at the kindness of its master Si Mo, if it had not seen the last ray of divine power emanating from Si Mo's palm and accurately cast on Kong Yu.

Although it couldn't understand Si Mo's purpose, it always felt that something good was bound to happen here.

-

Two days later, Kong Yu's condition became more stable and he rarely showed signs of madness. The bodyguards at the door were also withdrawn.

That night, because the Kong family had something that needed someone to take care of, Kong's mother turned around to look at Kong Yu who had just fallen asleep, and chose to leave for a while.

At this moment, the door of the ward had just been closed, and the person on the bed suddenly opened his eyes, staring at the ceiling, his nails pinching the soft flesh of his palms, leaving shocking red marks.

There was a hidden mobile phone under his body, the screen was on, and on it was the conversation between Jin Sixian and Si Mo when they made the official announcement on Weibo that night.