My Foolish Snake Husband Wouldn't Stop Pestering Me

Duan Chen's eyes darkened, he almost lost his footing, clutching the clothes on his chest, gushing out a mouthful of blood.

"What did you say?"

The other party chuckled lightly, and said in a soft voice, "I said he won't survive tomorrow."

"Fuck you! I don't allow you to curse him like that!"

In the middle of the night, the room was so quiet that he could hear the trembling breathing of the other party on the phone.

Whether it's true or not, Duan Chen could tell the difference, thinking that Yan Rui had replaced the poisonous blood in his body.

Duan Chen felt that his heart seemed to be woven with a dense net, and this net gradually tightened at this time.

stop his heart from beating.

Duan Chen felt the pain of being imprisoned, and his face became more and more ugly.

If Yan Rui really couldn't survive tomorrow as this person said, Duan Chen couldn't forgive himself, and wished he could go with him with a knife.

"Tell me where he is?"

The other party said something inexplicable: "You haven't checked the mailbox at your door for a long time, right?"

Hearing this, Duan Chen ran out immediately. As soon as he opened the door, there was a gust of cold air, but he ran to the door and pressed the password to open the mailbox as if he didn't feel the cold at all.

There were a lot of advertising newspapers piled up inside, Duan Chen poured them all out, and suddenly a document bag fell on his feet.

Duan Chen bent down to pick it up. The seal of the file bag had been opened, and before he picked it up, the photos inside fell to the floor.

It was full of Yan Rui, appearing in every inconspicuous corner, from roadside restaurants to inconspicuous vegetable markets.

From one street to another, it was just a simple photo, but Duan Chen saw everything Yan Rui experienced these days.

Watching Yan Rui sleeping on a bench in a deserted park shivering from the cold, watching him wash his face with stagnant water.

His body is becoming more and more dirty, he deliberately hides his temperament, so mediocre that even his fans can't recognize him.

Until turning to the last few pages, Duan Chen saw Yan Rui holding a cardboard box and laying it on the ground clumsily. Not far from him was a garbage dump, where mountains of garbage hid him well.

He curled up on a cardboard shell and hid in the garbage dump, with empty eyes open. He seemed to have lost his soul, and his body was so thin that his bones could be seen.

The bloody smell in his throat became stronger and stronger, and Duan Chen's always sober head went on strike. Without warning, he squatted down, his body swayed, and he stabilized himself only when he collected himself.

Duan Chen turned back more and more, and at the end, his eye sockets were already filled with red blood, and his eyes seemed to be congested with blood.

Seeing Yan Rui's life like this for the past few days, Duan Chen felt as if someone was strangling his neck.

Tears rolled down without warning, and he said in a nonchalant manner: "I'm sorry, Yan Rui, I won't be angry with you anymore, I won't bully you, I will trust you from now on, how about you come back?"

Duan Chen sent a few photos to his subordinates, and after a search, he finally located the largest garbage dump in City A.

When they looked for Yan Rui again, they all concentrated at the stations, airports, train stations, or hotels and restaurants. No one thought that Yan Rui would quietly hide in the garbage dump.

The dump is so stinky, didn't expect someone to sleep there with wild dogs for a few nights.

The time was found very quickly, in less than 10 minutes, Duan Chen drove over immediately after knowing Yan Rui's location, without telling anyone.

When Duan Chen drove his car to the garbage dump, the car was out of gas.

Duan Chen opened the car door and ran in. He could only look for Yan Rui with his eyes, not daring to call out his name.

Yan Rui hides from him on purpose, he is afraid that if he calls his name, he will hide and let him not find him.

A camellia tree [-] meters away from the garbage dump has already bloomed, and the red petals are falling with the wind.

Under the tree, a thin figure sat there with his head bowed, holding a peach pit in his hand.

The peach pit is small and red, and a small gap has been ground on one side. Yan Rui holds the small peach pit and rubs the other side on the ground.

If both sides are well ground, the small peach pits can form the shape of a small vegetable basket.

When Yan Rui polished the peach pit, he looked extremely devout.

After polishing, Yan Rui took out a red string from his pocket and threaded it in. The peach pit was polished brightly. In the folks, the red string tied to the peach pit has a saying to ward off evil spirits and ensure safety.

After the red rope was threaded in, Yan Rui picked it up and looked at it. Just as the corner of his mouth curled into a smile, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his heart, and the blood vessels and veins on his neck protruded and turned black.

Yan Rui tilted his head and spat out a mouthful of blood on the camellia petals on the ground, the red color blending into one.

His body was getting more and more painful, Yan Rui gradually felt that he could not hear the sound, and even his vision began to blur.

In the torment of pain, he didn't notice at all that a figure was walking towards him not far behind him.

Duan Chen searched around the garbage dump, but found no one. When he was about to collapse, he suddenly saw a camellia tree. He ran over without thinking, and when he saw Yan Rui's figure appearing there, Duan Chen Chen almost thought he was hallucinating.

When he got closer and saw that the figure had not disappeared, Duan Chen almost burst into tears.

"Yan Rui."

Yan Rui froze, it was Duan Chen's voice.

Yan Rui restrained his body and refused to turn around. First, he was afraid that he was just hallucinating and there was no Duan Chen at all. Second, he didn't know how to face Duan Chen with his current appearance.

Hearing the sound of footsteps behind him, Yan Rui clenched the peach pit in his hand tightly, the pain in his palm told him that Duan Chen came to look for him.

—he found him.

Yan Rui tried hard to restrain his trembling voice, pretending to be relaxed and said: "Why are you here? Do you think I killed you once is not enough to kill you a second time?"

At this moment, Yan Rui's back was facing Duan Chen. After hearing Yan Rui's words, if he hadn't known the truth, he would have been deceived by the indifference in his tone.

Thinking of what the other party said in that strange phone call: Yan Rui won't survive today.

Duan Chen looked at Yan Rui's back, and suddenly said: "Yan Rui, come here."

Something was wrong with Yan Rui at this moment, and the feeling of despair and fear kept expanding in Duan Chen's heart.

Yan Rui didn't get up immediately, but said: "Mr. Duan, do you still remember what you said to me on the phone? We've already settled the dispute. From then on, the bridge will return to the bridge, and the road will return to the road, and we will never see each other again."

"You also asked Duan Lin to tell me that you don't want to have anything to do with me in this life, the next life, and every reincarnation after that."

- A gust of wind blows, red petals float up on the ground, and what Duan Chen smells in the wind is not only the faint fragrance of flowers, but also the smell of blood.

"Yan Rui, these are not my sincere words. Turn around and I'll tell you what I really want." Duan Chen stared at Yan Rui's back with deep fear in his eyes.

Yan Rui leaned against the camellia tree and raised his head slightly, coughed a few times, then said in a hoarse voice, "Okay."

Obviously he shouldn't turn his head, but at the end of his life, he still couldn't help but want to see Duan Chen for the last time.

Yan Rui shook his body and got up from the ground, the blood on the palm of his hand dripped down, and a small blood flower bloomed on the ground.

His face was still exquisite, but the most beautiful pair of eyes on that face were no longer as vivid as before.

"Duan Chen, I almost killed you. You should know that you shouldn't see me as a murderer, you shouldn't see me as a cold-blooded and ruthless monster..."

While Yan Rui was talking intermittently, he turned around staggeringly and walked towards Duan Chen. The light gray coat was covered with shocking blood.

When the poison broke out, Yan Rui could only rely on self-mutilation to alleviate the severe pain in his heart, so his hands were full of wounds, and after two days of polishing the peach pits, the wounds cracked with a little force now.

The blood gushing from the wound on the wrist gathered to the fingertips, and then hit the ground, dyeing the road Yan Rui walked in red, more eye-catching than the red camellias on the ground.

At this moment, Duan Chen felt that his heartbeat stopped.

Yan Rui walked up to him step by step, smiled lightly, couldn't hold on any longer and fell forward, hitting Duan Chen's heart with his forehead.

Duan Chen woke up with a start. He knelt on the ground and hugged Yan Rui, watching the blood on his hands getting more and more bloody, he lifted up his sleeves, and the slender wrists were covered with new wounds, as if they had been wounded with sharp stones. It was like a scraped piece, one after another, the flesh was blurred, and the blood flowed profusely.

"Yan Rui! Yan Rui!"

Yan Rui leaned on him, and passed the peach pit in his hand, "I'm sorry."

"I don't want you to say sorry to me, I already know it all, Duan Lin has already told me everything, you saved me by exchanging blood, I owe you, I should say sorry..."

Yan Rui could no longer hear the sound, and his vision gradually blurred, and he saw Duan Chen's lips opening and closing.

Yan Rui seemed to understand something, he suddenly put his arms around Duan Chen's neck, and then lightly bit his shoulder.

Duan Chen looked at Yan Rui with bloodshot eyes, not understanding.

Yan Rui smiled slightly, and was about to speak, when an unprecedented pain came from his heart, as if being stabbed in and pulled out by a blunt knife. He vomited blood almost uncontrollably.

Yan Rui leaned against Duan Chen's heart, and the mouthful of blood directly spit on him, staining Duan Chen's clothes and his face red.

"Rui Rui" Duan Chen wiped the blood off Yan Rui's face with trembling hands, but the more he wiped, Yan Rui's body twitched, blood oozing out from his mouth.

Duan Chen had never seen such a fragile Yan Rui, as if he was about to vomit all the blood in his body in an instant.

His situation is much more serious than his original one, Duan Chen can't imagine how Yan Rui can get through it.

He could only pray impotently, and then hugged Yan Rui tightly, begging him: "Yan Rui, I beg you not to have an accident, don't leave me alone, Yan Rui, Yan Rui"

Yan Rui couldn't hear his voice for a long time, and now he can't even see his eyes, the surroundings are pitch black, he can only grab Duan Chen's clothes with his perception, use up the remaining strength in his body, and say indistinctly Say a word.

"When I bite you, I will treat it as if you paid it off. Achen, you don't owe me anything, don't feel guilty, you have to live well..."

As soon as the words fell, Yan Rui slowly closed his eyes with a last weak panting, and there was no more sound.

The author has something to say

I really want it to end like this, hehehe, but I'm afraid that you guys will hit me, and Duan Chen hasn't remembered what happened ten thousand years ago, and he doesn't know that Yan Rui gave him his heart

If you love me, please vote for the new book, okay? The new book is too deserted, there is nothing

"The lover who became a scumbag after the family broke down"