I'm sick

Fu Qingyang waited for Fu Qingfeng for a whole day, but Fu Qingfeng didn't come.

This is different from the previous life. Fu Qingyang twirled the teacup in his hand, and Fu Qingfeng should have spun around him, nonstop, flattering him, begging him, kneeling and licking him.

Fu Qingfeng should be humble in front of him, why would he throw him aside?

Fu Qingyang was agitated, and stood up abruptly. The servant girl at the side was startled, thinking he was going to do something again, so she quickly stopped him, "Young master, calm down, if you have something to do, just tell the servant girl to do it." .”

Fu Qingyang gave her a cold look, shook her off and strode out. He was going to find Fu Qingfeng, but he didn't believe that Fu Qingfeng would dare to avoid him, or that Fu Qingfeng could look at him indifferently!

Fu Qingyang knew the layout of Wanjian Villa clearly, he avoided the layers of guards and maidservants, and went straight to Fu Qingfeng's courtyard.

Fu Qingfeng was leaning on the coffee table with his eyes closed to rest his mind, when he suddenly felt a palpitation. When he opened his eyes, he saw that the door of his room was opened, and it was the young man who made him feel uneasy who walked in.

Unconsciously, he clenched the chair handle tightly. He stared at the boy walking towards him step by step, not daring to blink. He could clearly see the boy's immature but unparalleled face, gradually approaching him.

Fu Qingyang approached Fu Qingfeng step by step, he could feel Fu Qingfeng holding his breath, he was nervous, so nervous, but he still looked at him right.

This is exactly what he wanted, and the corner of Fu Qingyang's mouth curled up.

Fu Qingfeng, if you don't join in this life, then I will.

I just want to destroy you, I just want you to be destroyed forever.

Fu Qingfeng watched the young man leaning forward, with the corner of his mouth full of madness that seemed to destroy everything, but his movements were so pious, and he gently kissed his lips.

He closed his eyes, his face was expressionless, but a tear fell from the corner of his eye.

It’s over.

A voice in his heart said so.

Fu Qingyang looked at the tear falling from the corner of his eye, and licked it away with the tip of his tongue.

Salty.

He narrowed his eyes, and the coldness at the corner of his mouth deepened.

He wrapped his hands around Fu Qingfeng's neck, and his palms that hadn't grown out were a bit small, but they were firmly pressed against Fu Qingfeng's neck, stroking his aorta, feeling the beating of the blood under his hands.

Ah, the feeling of mastery.

He looked at Fu Qingfeng's furrowed brows, and showed a happy smile.

Good, that's it.

He let go of his hand, touched the side of Fu Qingfeng's neck, and backed away.

Fu Qingfeng heard the sound of footsteps gradually receding, and he didn't open his eyes until there was no other person in the room.

Looking down at his lifted robe, he put a finger to his lips and bit it down hard. Blood was dripping instantly, and the bones were shattered, but there was a tendency to get worse underneath.

He looked at his almost useless fingers and snorted.

The laughter is full of emotions, too complicated to be clearly explained, but one can feel the despair buried deep in it.