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Fang Youzhen suffered from acute gastroenteritis and had mild dehydration symptoms when she arrived at the hospital. Cheng Kuang carried the dizzy Fang Youzhen on his back to register for an examination, and his face was uglier than her.When the nurse gave the patient an infusion, seeing his face turn pale, she poured a paper cup of water and said, "Drink some water, you'll be fine." Cheng Kuang held the paper cup, only to realize that his palms were sweating cold.

Fortunately, Fang Youzhen was fine. After she came out of the hospital, she took a taxi back to Yanshi Street. Cheng Kuang wanted to take her home, but Fang Youzhen firmly disagreed.This woman is stubborn and can't be pulled by anyone, just like when she quarrels with others, she is so stubborn that she doesn't recognize her relatives.

The door of the rental car was closed in front of Cheng Kuang's eyes, and the car lights showed the trail of exhaust fumes, throwing him on the busy street with a bang.For a moment, Cheng Kuang almost wanted to catch up, just like he chased the train at Dongjiao Railway Station when he was a child.

He rarely had such flustered moments as tonight, when Fang Youzhen was leaning quietly behind him, cold sweat dripping down the back of his neck, Cheng Kuang heard Fang Youzhen say "I can't do it" in a daze.

The voice was light and fluttering, but Cheng Kuang's knees were bent under the pressure, and his legs suddenly lost strength.Although it was later proved that Fang Youzhen's "I can't do it" was just a frustrated word, but on the way back, the voice still lingered in his ears like a ghost.

Cheng Kuang never thought that his lifetime could be as short as the blink of an eye.No matter how tough Fang Youzhen is usually, even if most of the men in Yanshi Street dare not provoke her, she is just a mortal body, and she is also vulnerable to "old age, sickness and death".

On the blindingly dark road, the phone in his pocket suddenly turned on.

Cheng Kuang's mobile phone ran out of battery on the road, and it was only charged after arriving at the hospital. The moment Cheng Kuang answered the phone, Cheng Kuang was in a trance, and suddenly remembered the missed calls and unread messages he saw when he turned on the phone.

"Where have you been?" Zhang Jin's voice was panting.

"is back."

"What happened?"

Cheng Kuang stuffed the cold medicine he bought from the pharmacy into his pocket, and replied, "It's okay."

"Can you tell the truth, Xueba?" Zhang Jin seemed to snort coldly, "Do you think I'm blind?"

There were faint footsteps behind him, Cheng Kuang subconsciously wanted to turn around after hearing him finish.As a result, Zhang Jin on the other side of the phone told him, "Don't look back, someone is following you."

"Come on, be careful—"

Cheng Kuang was stunned for a moment. The moment the phone was hung up, a figure rushed over behind him quickly. When he approached, there was a small gust of wind. From the corner of his eyes, Cheng Kuang saw that the man was wearing a black hood, with half of his face covered. They are all hidden in the darkness, only a ray of light rolls on the bridge of the nose.

The other party came up and made a move. Before Cheng Kuang turned around, he clamped his wrist neatly, bent his knees, and pushed him against the wall with all his strength.

The next moment, a fluffy thing reached Cheng Kuang's legs, wagging its tail happily.

"What are you smoking?" Cheng Kuang said.

"Seeing that you are upset, I want to beat you up. Do you have any objections?" Zhang Jin looked down at Za Maoer, and said angrily, "Go away."

Not only did Miscellaneous Maoer not listen, but he lowered his head and rubbed against Cheng Kuang's trouser leg.

The stupid dog couldn't understand human words, Zhang Jin gave up communicating with it, and asked Cheng Kuang suppressing his unreasonable anger: "Why can't I get through the phone?"

In fact, he not only wanted to ask this, but also asked Cheng Kuang why he didn't reply, where he had been during this time, whether he was the one who got into the taxi, and if it was him, what happened to him in such a hurry.

Even if it's a trivial matter, he just doesn't want to hear "it's okay".

But before he asked a series of questions, he almost anticipated Cheng Kuang's answer: "Are you being too lenient?"

Zhang Jin's knee was still stuck in his lower back, the two of them were very close, and when they talked, their voices sounded like they were biting their ears.A strange feeling came out suddenly, as if a pinch of flames were burning against the skin, burning slowly.Cheng Kuang felt irritated for no reason, paused for a few seconds, and said, "The phone is out of battery."

damn thing.Zhang Jin thought.

He lowered his eyes and stared at Cheng Kuang's hands that were cut behind his back. He really wanted to tie up Cheng Kuang and put him in the kennel, and let the miscellaneous hair watch him every step of the way. It seemed that only in this way could he feel at ease. .

But Cheng Kuang said, "Relax."

It is said that caring leads to chaos, and Zhang Jin's head is full of messy thoughts—let go?It's a joke.Not only did he not want to let go, but he wanted to break Cheng Kuang's clenched fist, squeeze his fingers inch by inch, and clasp them with him.

He also wanted to press Cheng Kuang against the wall, bite his mouth so hard that he could see blood, hurt the bastard to death, and then pry open his teeth to force him to give in, insisting that he say a word or two Speak the truth.

But Xueba didn't have much patience, he broke away from the cranky Zhang Jin, rubbed his wrist and said, "Do you deserve a beating?"

"Fuck." Zhang Jin was stunned, and kicked Miscellaneous Maoer's butt, "Shoutian Dog, bite him!"

"Shoutian Dog" disdain to care about the grievances and grievances of mortals, and stood on the spot as a statue that can wag its tail.

Zhang Jin: "..." This idiot who eats inside and out.

Cheng Kuang's nerves, which had been tensed all night, were gently stroked by Miscellaneous Hair's tail, and he couldn't hold back and laughed.

After all, he is a handsome guy, and he looks pretty good when he smiles... Zhang Jin pulled down his hood to cover the corners of his mouth, and said duplicity: "Smile."

To be honest, he couldn't hold back any longer, liking secretly was like being a thief, he was afraid of showing his feet even if he cared.

And there were only the two of them and a dog who couldn't understand human language on this road.

But at this time, there was a dull sound of heavy objects falling to the ground not far away, and Zhang Jin's eyelids twitched—it was not far from his yard, and as soon as he looked up, he saw that on the balcony on the fourth floor, Mrs. Wang had finished throwing away. Garbage, clapped his hands, turned and went into the house.

Fuck it, anything dares to come and touch him!Zhang Jin held his breath, and his anger flared up—he insisted on killing this ignorant old woman!

"You go back later." He said to Cheng Kuang before leaving.

The smell of gunpowder all over Zhang Jin was about to explode, and he didn't want to get too close to Cheng Kuang.Sniffing out that the situation was not good, Miscellaneous Maoer hurriedly chased after him, only to see its irascible master rolled up his sleeves and ran aggressively towards the corridor. When he passed the stairs, he snatched a shovel away.

Not long after, there was the sound of banging on the door in the corridor, mixed with dogs barking and cursing, the sound came from a high place, Cheng Kuang's eyelids jumped several times, and he rushed to the rental room without thinking .

The source of the noise was Zhang Jin, Miscellaneous Maoer, and the old lady Wang on the fourth floor. When Cheng Kuang arrived, the two of them and a dog were arguing through the security door. He was also carrying a rolled-up shovel.

There was rubbish all over the floor, the ones that Mrs. Wang threw down were shoveled up by Zhang Jin and thrown back to her door.The anti-theft door was shoveled into gaps by the shovel, which was shocking. Mrs. Wang was so angry that she and her little grandson were the only ones in the house, and they were really no match for the little hooligan outside the door.

The little grandson cried in fright at the sound of the door being smashed. Mrs. Wang held the elderly phone in her hand and said, "Little rascal! If you smash it again, I will let the police arrest you!"

Zhang Jin didn't know where these words angered him. He picked up the shovel again and slammed it on the door. Inside the door, the little grandson screamed "Wow".

"Stupid..." Cheng Kuang originally wanted to say "stupid..." but he swallowed half of the words in his throat - shouting this in front of people, this pretentious thing feels inferior, maybe something will happen again, in order to take care of Cheng Kuang blurted out "Brother Pao" in his silly mood.

"What's wrong with you again? Come back with me."

Hearing Cheng Kuang's voice unexpectedly, Zhang Jin was stunned for a moment, the shovel got stuck in the crack, and he almost couldn't pull it out, so he kicked the door hard.At this time, Cheng Kuang hugged him from behind, the shovel fell to the ground with a clatter, and the wooden handle slammed on Zhang Jin's feet in a daze.

Cheng Kuang dragged the dangerous man who wanted to commit murder to the side of the stairs. Zhang Jin had vented enough, kicked the garbage at the door, and finally cursed: "You old man, next time, I want you to look good!"

"Shut up the fuck!" Cheng Kuang hadn't had time to take his cold medicine yet, and his brain hurt from Zhang Jin's fuss, and this idiot still couldn't stop.

Thinking of Cheng Kuang, Zhang Jin became irritable again. He yelled in anger, "You fucking let go first! I'm hurting my waist!"

After yelling, he froze for a moment, what the hell is holding his waist?

When Zhang Jin thought about it, his heart was beating wildly, and his eyes quietly moved down the zipper of Cheng Kuang's coat. Before he could reach his destination, Cheng Kuang took out a small medicine jar from his pocket, Frowning, he said, "You mean this?"

Zhang Jin: "..." Fuck.what is it!

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All night long, Cheng Kuang had a headache the next morning, and it didn't help after taking the medicine. He slept on the desk in the morning and woke up during class.

During this rather brief period of sleep he had several dreams in succession.

The dream was always damp and dark, vaguely he seemed to have returned to the old factory, the dilapidated house was full of rubbish, the lamp seemed to be broken, the only light in the whole room came from the narrow window, unknown Fear came out of the ground, Cheng Kuang couldn't see the path under his feet, and mice crawled across his toes from time to time.

Later, he walked into a small and cramped toilet, and when he regained consciousness, he found himself standing in front of the urinal and unbuttoning his belt.There is a cracked mirror on the wall of the toilet, the mirror face is just facing the door.

There was a long, narrow crack in the leaky broken wooden door--beyond the gap was a hungry wolf, the corners of its laughing eyes twisted into a grinning mouth.

Cheng Kuang shuddered coldly in his dream. At this moment, there was the sound of rushing water in the toilet.

Cheng Kuang's back was wet and covered in cold sweat. He seemed to know what he was about to see, but when he turned his head and saw Li Chengxiang's purple face and stiff body, he still shivered violently.

Cheng Kuang opened the wooden door and escaped in embarrassment, but his footsteps were unusually heavy, and no matter how hard he ran, he couldn't get out of the dilapidated house.

When he was about to collapse, the ringing of the mobile phone tore apart the dense sound of water, Cheng Kuang gripped the phone tightly with his cold fingers as if holding a life-saving straw, and Zhang Jin's voice came from afar.

"Cheng Kuang, are you going to kill people to silence them?"

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Writing this chapter gave me a headache. .

Having said that, what kind of colored waste does Zhang Junjun have in his mind?It's a beautiful idea.