boyfriend died again

Over there, Li Dongshuo was still complaining about He Jiaze's unsympathetic response in the group, and uploaded a photo of him crying with his cousin who was in elementary school. Here, He Jiaze had already edited the next step strategy notes in the memo function of the phone.

There is Yan Ruyu in the book, there is Yan Ruyu in the book, He Jiaze decided to go to the bookstore tomorrow and pick up two small words and come back to learn the scriptures.

It was completely dark before he got home, and the street lights on the small road he often walked were always slow to respond, and they haven't turned on yet.

Fortunately, this road has long been familiarized by He Jiaze, and it is clear that the floor tile is warped, and he can walk across it with his eyes closed.

He buried his head in the phone, put one hand in the pocket of the windbreaker, and walked on the road paved with bluestone slabs without distraction. When he turned a corner, he saw a person falling under the corner from the corner of his eye, and there was another person on the ground around him. Big beach water stains.

He Jiaze subconsciously slowed down, frowned, and after careful identification, he realized that what was on the ground was not water, but a puddle of blood, which was hard to discern in the dark.

He held his breath, his eyes fell on that person's face, his pale face was covered with blood stains, He Jiaze only took one look and then looked away, pretending he didn't see him, and continued to walk forward.

The experience of beating ghosts several times has greatly improved He Jiaze's endurance. It would be a lie to say that he is not afraid at all. It can only be said that he would kneel down when he saw it before, but now he can pretend that nothing happened. On the way, but the sound of breathing still has a vibrato.

At least the person under the corner didn't have any missing arms or legs, his body was complete, and he didn't show any terrible wounds. It was much better than those dirty things he had seen before.

The path was narrow, so He Jiaze tried to get as close as possible to the other wall, and quietly walked around the corner.

Suddenly, just as He Jiaze took the next step, the person under the corner suddenly stood up, saying: "Wait... a moment..." He stretched out his hand and staggered forward.

He Jiaze's heartbeat suddenly slowed down by half a beat, his adrenaline soared, he was so frightened that he was stunned, he forgot what to say: "Ge... Goo... Get lost!" He screamed with the phone in his hand Throw it at the opponent as a weapon, and then run away.

The man seemed to be unable to stand still, fell to the ground before taking two steps, and grabbed He Jiaze's ankle with his cold hands.

He Jiaze kicked his legs and tried to shake him away, but his screams were changed because of his fear, and he sat down on the ground because he couldn't stand firmly.

The culprit who caused him to fall said again at this moment: "Are you okay?"

He let go of his hands, got up and squatted down in front of He Jiaze, and handed back to He Jiaze the cell phone that had just been used to smash him.

"..." He Jiaze choked for a moment, stretched out his hand tremblingly to take back his cell phone, and when he threw it, it seemed that the other party caught it directly without bumping it.

The man said with a blood-stained face, "Calm down, I'm not a bad person."

He Jiaze's voice trembled: "Then are you human?"

The other party replied: "I am... Do you want to stand up first? The ground is not clean."

He Jiaze wanted to stand up, but after being so frightened by this man, not only his legs were weak, but his strength was also drained by fear.

A row of street lamps in the path were turned on at this time, allowing He Jiaze to see clearly the blood-stained face. The foundation is good, and it should look better after washing.

He Jiaze: "Where did the blood on your body come from?"

"These are my blood. I was involved in a power dispute and was being hunted down." The man first answered He Jiaze's question, and then introduced himself: "My name is Ufei."

Now in a society ruled by law, it is really rare for someone to run away in the street covered in blood after being hunted down.

He Jiaze didn't even bother to slander, he let out an 'oh', and said expressionlessly, "Underworld?"

Ufei nodded. If the underworld is called the underworld, then he is a veritable prince of the underworld: "Yes, I am the prince of our way. Can you take me in for a few days?"

He Jiaze asked again: "Parents are gone, right?"

Uffi: "Yeah."

After receiving an affirmative reply, He Jiaze stretched out his hand and said, "Okay, help me go home."

The frightened He Jiaze was helped all the way home by the underworld prince who was seriously injured. He Jiaze thought he was seriously injured, and his legs and feet were more agile than him.

Suddenly a mafia prince appears and falls on his only way to beg for support. This kind of routine plot is rare even in novels nowadays, that is, it was popular for a while when He Jiaze was in junior high school. When he was bored in class, he was fortunate enough to be invited by his deskmate to immerse himself in reading romance novels hidden in the drawer.

After reaching this level, if he can no longer guess who the person in front of him is, then his two years of love will be in vain.

He Jiaze opened the door, but his leg strength still hasn't recovered.

Ufei helped him to sit on the sofa, always feeling that something was wrong.

He Jiaze said: "There are clean clothes in the bedroom on the left, go and wash yourself first." He took off his coat and threw it aside. There is heating in the room, so you don't feel cold even if you wear short sleeves at home.

"Thank you." Wu Fei thanked He Jiaze, then turned and walked towards the master bedroom.

Sitting on the sofa for a while, He Jiaze also recovered some strength. He was startled by Wufei and broke out in a cold sweat. Now that he calmed down, he felt a little uncomfortable, so he simply went to the second bedroom while Wufei was washing himself. Soaked in the bathroom for a while.

When He Jiaze came out from the second bedroom, he saw Ufei bandaging his own wound. There was a snow-white bandage wrapped around his abdomen, and a small piece of red plum was soaked in blood from who knows where. On Wufei's shoulder There is even a black totem tattoo on his arm.

As for the gangsters, when talking about the gangsters, the flower-armed brother comes to mind, but generally this kind of image doesn't appear in novels. He Jiaze thinks that he may also refer to the prejudiced rumors of the people.

He Jiaze took a closer look, but he still didn't recognize the pattern on Wufei's shoulder and back. Although he couldn't understand it, he still thought it was pretty.

He sat down beside Ufei and asked, "What is Wen's thing?"

Uffi: "A part of the dragon..."

About three hours ago, Ufei went to find a judge who was proficient in brush and ink and asked him to draw a dragon on his arm and back. I don't accept that I have a portrait of a white tiger on my body.

The judge asked him if it was okay to paint his father's portrait, and Wu Fei recalled Chang Ming's real body, which was quite majestic, so he agreed.

However, in the words of the judge, his pen is used to record the truth, and he does not want to tamper with the fiction, and Chang Ming's real body is extremely huge, a dragon scale is half the size of a human face, and the judge is on Ufei's shoulders. Painting, using his pen to restore 100%...a part of it.

After hearing Wu Fei's answer, He Jiaze was silent for a while: "People on the road are now dismembering Wenlong's body? Can this make the viciousness more prominent?"

Ufei: "It's not dismembering the corpse, but the higher the status, the bigger the dragon, and I have a small piece of the dragon's head on my body."

"Oh." He Jiaze reluctantly accepts this logic, but it's not incomprehensible: "Men's pursuit of size is becoming more and more widespread. Unless they have a tumor, they will always complain about not being big enough." Male non-humans are probably the same. mindset.

He glanced at the bandage on Wu Fei's abdomen again, thinking that this time the show was a complete set, he stretched out his hand to grab the knot, and said, "The bow tie looks pretty."

The closet in the master bedroom is full of Feng Li and Yin Qian's clothes. No matter how the face changes, the height and figure are almost the same.

Ufei put on the coat he took out, and said to He Jiaze: "Thank you, these clothes fit me just right."

Holding the water glass, He Jiaze shifted his gaze from the TV screen to Wu Fei, and said expressionlessly: "Really? That's such a coincidence." After speaking, his eyes were attracted by the screen being played again.

Ufei: "If I am discovered by people in the organization, I will definitely be arrested and go back to inherit the family business. Thank you for bringing me back."

He Jiaze waved at him without turning his head, nodded and said, "You're welcome, you can stay as long as you like."

Wu Fei did not spare any room for setting himself up as a tough guy: "I won't cause you any trouble, I have a stable source of income, and I can give it all to you." Thanks to Chang Ming who raised his living expenses.

He Jiaze became more interested in listening to him, and asked, "Is that money legal?"

Ufei: "It's...legal, my dream is to become a lawyer, and half of it has been realized now, the money is all my own efforts..."

He Jiaze took his backpack, took out a bank card from it, interrupted him and said, "Pay the money into my card."

There is one thing to say, He Jiaze thinks that the persona he made for himself this time is quite shocking. His family background conflicts with his ideals. A big brother from Daoist is standing in court with a dream in his arms, not in the dock , but to help others to file a lawsuit, and when he returned home, he still knew that he had to hand in his salary.

After all, it is impossible for this money to be earned by helping others to file a lawsuit. At that time, Wu Fei may have to go out for three days to fit the script. He Jiaze hopes that he can really hide people at home.

He made a suggestion to Ufei, saying: "However, it's not good to influence you by showing your face outside, and you are easy to be caught. Stay at home and write novels, and screenwriters are also fine."

They met again within a day of parting, and He Jiaze, who picked up the prince and his bank card, slept soundly at night.

Usually, He Jiaze spends a whole day at home on weekends, pulling his handsome and angry boyfriend to squat at home to grow mushrooms together, and when the ashes fall, he is reluctant to take them out for others to see.

This weekend was no exception. He Jiaze prepared new games and junk food, spread Uffila on the sofa, sat on Ufei's lap, picked up the game controller, and prepared to start a pleasant day off.

The game screen had just appeared when the doorbell rang suddenly.

Wu Fei wanted to get up to open the door, but He Jiaze held his shoulders and said, "Don't move, it will take a lot of effort to spread the sofa with you."