After Dawn (Bing Kuai'er)

Li Luo's eyes widened in disbelief, and he almost laughed angrily at these words.

Pitiful?Who is poor?If it weren't for the fact that you have to work alone on your birthday, I would have gone out with my brothers a long time ago, who cares about your life?

He tried his best to suppress his anger and asked, "What's wrong with me?"

Duan Mingyang stood up a little, as if he didn't see how smelly his face was, raised his hand, gently pulled his loose long hair behind his ears, and looked into his eyes.

"Because you don't understand love at all, and still pretend to be love."

Li Luo frowned: "What are you talking about..."

"Zizi——" the phone in his pocket vibrated quite timely.

Li Luo moved his fettered wrist: "Well, sorry, my cell phone rang."

Duan Mingyang let go of one of his wrists, Li Luo reached for it, but was slapped away by the opponent's palm.

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Not allowing him to react, Duan Mingyang put his hand into the side pocket of his trousers for him.

The slender and cold fingers snaked forward like snakes, the thin fabric couldn't stop the strange touch, the thigh skin under the trousers seemed to be being caressed and molested, half of the body went numb.

Li Luo gritted his teeth suddenly, tensed his muscles and nerves, and stared at the person on top of him.

Duan Mingyang dared to overstep the rules, even if he couldn't beat him, he would try his best to beat this disciple.

The trouser pocket was very deep, and the phone was attached to the bottom of his leg. Duan Mingyang's hand quickly touched the fuselage, and he didn't seem to linger too much, he grabbed the phone and withdrew it.It's just that when he left, his little finger lightly hooked the soft flesh on the inner side of his lower leg.

Li Luo's legs trembled, and his eyes instantly turned red, the kind of red that wanted to kill someone.

Duan Mingyang turned a blind eye to his ferocious gaze, and pressed the connection on his own, put the phone next to his ear, raised his chin, and motioned for him to answer the phone.

A familiar loud voice came from the phone: "Young Master Li! Why aren't you here yet? Our drinks are ready, we've been waiting for you for a long time!"

Li Luo gritted his teeth to suppress his emotions, replied "Come right away", quickly took away the phone and hung up.

Hearing this, Duan Mingyang finally got off him, as if nothing happened, and said calmly: "If you don't want to do it, then go."

Li Luo sat up with a cold face, took his things and walked towards the door, not wanting to stay with this rotten person in this rotten place for a second.

"and many more."

Duan Mingyang suddenly stopped him again.

"Why?" Li Luo turned around impatiently, only to see a black object coming through the air, he reached out to catch it, held it in his hand and looked closely, it was the wallet he had lost.

"See if there is anything missing inside."

Li Luo opened the wallet, didn't check the amount of banknotes and bank cards, and directly took out the photo with the fuck that was sandwiched in it, checked it carefully, it was intact, but the corner of the photo seemed to be stained red by something, blurred out A touch of blood.

"What about this photo..." He fell silent in the middle of speaking.

Duan Mingyang was drinking water with his back turned to him, his bare back was wide and firm with distinct texture.

But it was covered with shocking bruises.

It looked like it had been beaten out with a stick, green, red, black and purple, hideous and terrifying.

He tilted his head and swallowed the pills, which seemed to be painkillers on the package of the pill box on the table.

"I tried my best, but I can't wipe it clean." Duan Mingyang paused while drinking water, "Sorry."

Li Luo's brain froze a bit, and the little anger just now was blown away by the shocking scene in front of him.

He looked down at the dark red in the corner of the photo, then looked up at Duan Mingyang's back, and a terrible thought popped up: "This, this could not be yours..."

"Yes." Duan Mingyang turned around and looked at him, his dark eyes showed no emotion, "I was beaten on the way home, and I accidentally got dirty."

"You fight so hard, how can you be beaten like this?"

Judging from the way Duan Mingyang kicked Andy in the bar before, even if the opponent had a stick, he wouldn't have been beaten so badly.

"No matter how powerful it is, it is impossible for one person to win against seven or eight professional thugs."

Li Luo stared: "Seven or eight professional thugs? Who did you offend? Maybe I can help you."

"You can't help."

"Perhaps!"

"No, this is my business."

"Don't be so alien, our experiences are so similar, and I will help you—"

"Li Luo."

Li Luo was stunned.