Against the current Hengdao

When Yan Xiaodao and Ling He didn't open their mouths to speak, the whole villa fell into a heart-wrenching silence.The master fights, and the dogs and concubines dare not breathe.

Many brothers were actually downstairs in the living room, and everyone stood dumbfounded, listening to the terrifying sound of the sofa falling to the ground, wondering whether they should rush up to try to persuade the fight, or abide by the rules of being younger brothers, keep silent and leave the boss alone 's business.In terms of military strength, they absolutely believe in their boss's fierce fighting power, anyway, they won't suffer in a fight, but why...

Yan Xiaodao self-evaluates that he rarely gets angry, especially when dealing with Ling He, he can bear it if he can bear it, let it go if he can let it go, and pretend to be a fool as much as he can. Today is beyond tolerance.In his blood, which is also very strong and values ​​the dignity of a man, he cannot tolerate such tricks and deceptions.I'm willing to bear with you, but you can't just take me for a fool.

There is also a coffee table in front of the sofa lying in a rollback position.

Before the coffee table was thrown up and overturned by the two of them, he pushed Ling He down on the rectangular coffee table and pressed it with his body and one thigh.Ling He was restrained on his back by the hard glass coffee table, his legs were separated and forced to hang on the edge of the coffee table.

"Ling He, you and I have been together for so long, how do I treat you?"

"...I'm not worthy of you telling me the truth?" Yan Xiaodao pinched Ling He's shoulders with a pair of steel claws.

Ling He's posture was uncomfortable, but his aura would not diminish. He looked straight into his eyes from bottom to top: "Mr. Yan has always treated me with tenderness and consideration, tenderness and sweetness, don't touch anything indecent, handle it with care, and accidentally kicked me. Your own heart still hurts after a somersault! Which truth do you want, Mr. Yan?"

This sarcasm with a gun and a stick cut Yan Xiaodao's eyes, and there was a mottled red tide in those open and clear eyes.He hoarsely stated the facts he wanted to prove: "Linghe, let me ask you, where did the barb marks worn by the soles of the wood come from on the wooden railing in the northeast corner on the balcony of the living room where you often come and go? Who made those shoe prints climbing up and down on the pile? Who left the long trail of footprints rubbing off the green moss on such a steep rocky cliff below the terrace? Don't you tell me which little wildcat it is It crawled out, don't tell me that it was my second and third child who crawled out, neither of them can climb up, you are really capable!"

Ling He squinted at him with a pair of delicate and sharp eyes: "Mr. Yan, you have so many people in your family, including cats, dogs and dogs, why don't you go downstairs and beat them one by one and ask? You saw me climb the wall with your own eyes. ?”

"I didn't see it with my own eyes." Yan Xiaodao knew that Ling He would not admit it easily, but he didn't intend to back down any further, "Do you dare to say that it wasn't your footprint?"

Ling Hete simply rolled his eyes and turned his head: "No."

Yan Xiaodao's lips trembled: "Swear to your dead parents that you didn't do it."

Ling Hebing's green eyes shrank sharply, and he was suddenly furious, and he slapped Yan Xiaodao's face fiercely, but was grabbed by the wrist.As soon as Yan Xiaodao said that, he felt uncomfortable, and quickly retracted the previous sentence: "No need to swear, if you say it's not you, then I guess who it is, the two of us went to Mai Yunliang's concert that night and I was blocked by Zhao Qifeng The person who was entangled in the conference room and followed me outside the door to help me kill the two thugs was not as agile as ordinary people, am I right?"

Ling He suffered severe pain from pinching his wrist, and there were bruises in some places, which made him realize that Yan Xiaodao was crazy today, and he was definitely not flirting with him...

Yan Xiaodao held back his anger and tried to analyze with this man: "Linghe, there is someone behind you, and there is more than one person. What do you want to do when you live in my house? The tail that follows my car every day when I go out is also yours. Man, right? What are you planning?"

Ling Hekou has no taboos: "It wasn't Mr. Yan, you were so merciful and magnanimous to reward me with food and a place to live? Did I beg you to take me in with all my heart? Mr. Yan, you are not old enough to be so suspicious, so you still don't let me go. Roll up your bedding and throw it on the street? Is it to satisfy your perverted sadism by saving me to stir-fry cold salads every day and return them to the pot?"

If it was an ordinary person, this humiliation would have knocked them out; if it was Watanabe Yangshan's age and mental quality, he would have already died of a heart attack by this time.Yan Xiaodao is not that mentally handicapped and vulnerable, so he stuck to a key word when he turned the clouds and saw the sun: "Just tell me the truth, is it your man?"

Ling He has always been stubborn and tricky: "To be honest, what truth can I say? I don't have a word of truth that can reach Mr. Yan's ears. Will you believe what I say?"

"Linghe, you!..." Mottled red tide covered Yan Xiaodao's eyes, "Can your legs move? You are not paralyzed at all, right? Why did you lie to me from the beginning to the end?!"

At that time, he felt that Ling He was really cruel, poisonous and rascal, he would not eat hard and soft, and there was no cure, so he should throw this man out the window on the street, and whoever wanted it would pick him up.

But he just fell in love with this ruthless, poisonous, rascal, hard-boiled, hopeless Mr. Ling, and he still had only a glimmer of hope to keep him...

Why did Yan Xiaodao go back and forth to get to the bottom of it and ask whether Ling He's legs are real or not?

The logic of the reasoning is very clear. If Ling He's legs are obviously intact, then this person, everything between the two of them these days, even the encounter from the very beginning, is all fake. Bureau.

"Ling He, Ling He, look at me and don't hide your eyes!...Your legs are not disabled. You are completely free to come and go every day. You don't need to live in my building under the fence. You hold me back every day. The family is also suffocated, so that I want to judge my whereabouts and send someone to my car, right?

"You don't need to be taken care of and served by others, it's hard for you, Linghe, you are so... so 'unwilling' to have that kind of intimate relationship with me, and you still feel wronged to let me bathe you and wash your hair , you have been wronged so much to do what you don’t want by my side, you are tormented by my side every day, life is better than death, wishing to get rid of me sooner, right..." Yan Xiaodao rested on Ling He's chest Trembling and trembling, his hoarse voice finally exposed the fragility of his steel body to the person who fit him underneath.

Ling He's thin lips murmured quickly for a moment, and his eyes seemed to reveal a ray of light from the gap when the glacier melted. He tried to explain, wanted to explain something very much, but in the end he was forced out by the extremely strong pressure of the knife at this tense moment. For the strong rebellion and arrogance, there is no explanation.

If you understand how I behave, you understand it. If you don’t understand, I don’t bother to explain.

Ling He still held his head high, he didn't lower his head to anyone: "I wish I could be thrown away by you, Boss Yan, are you done for today? Get off and get away from me."

Yan Xiaodao: "..."

Yan Xiaodao was so uncomfortable that he couldn't continue, thinking of the time when he was indulging in this sweet and illusory relationship of love and wanting to get close to the other party, and when he was holding back his desire to touch the other party's body every night in the bathroom, but it was out of reach. But it is precisely the moment when Ling He dislikes him the most, is the most reluctant, and hates him the most... If all the tenderness is hypocrisy, all the cherishing is self-indulgent, that kind of chilling will hurt him too much.

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Yan Xiaodao has had a rough life since he was a child, and he has gone through strong winds and waves, thinking that he can see through the warmth and coldness of human relationships and life and death in the world. He has never suffered such serious injuries since he was a child.

It is better to be cold and arrogant like Ling He, with such a rebellious body who never gives in and never compromises. This person must have such a strong psychological quality and patience, to be able to condescend to be humble and dormant by his side for such a long time ?

If we flash back, what happened on the ship 'Cloud'?If Ling He's legs were good at all, this person would not have no ability to protect himself and had to cling to him. The murder in the Moulin Rouge Theater should never have happened, and Ling He would not have been killed without the ability to fight back. If the killer is dragged into the box, he will not be forced to inject nicotine and almost die, and there will be no need for some stupid idiot to do artificial respiration for him like crazy.

In the box of the Moulin Rouge, Ling He's face was light blue, and he was lying on the ground with a slack needle stuck in his neck.

The amount of nicotine injected is not too much, just enough to put this person in danger of suffocation but not fatal. In other words, it just happens that Mr. Yan needs a hero to save the beauty at a critical moment, but it also makes Ling He's body harmless, so he can't die... that one Who broke the needle?

It's a pity that both of the two yellow-haired killers jumped into the sea and crossed. It couldn't be the killer who broke the murder weapon by himself.

And in the Yilu Island casino, if Ling He hadn't been limping, this person wouldn't have to pretend to be restrained and lay dying on the gaming table as a human bargaining chip. The group of idiots present are more vigorous and flexible.Seeing that this man's fingers are not weak, punching You Haodong, kicking Jian Mingjue, and pinching Watanabe Yangshan to death with two fingers should be no problem. Does he still need Yan Xiaodao to spend all his time betting on those cards?

Even that thrilling and wonderful encounter at sea was a mirage.How could Ling He be captured by the enemy when he was so smart?That old scumbag Watanabe Yangshan is both greedy and stupid, how capable is he to catch Ling He?With Watanabe Yangshan's mind and IQ, he is not worthy to lift your shoes for Mr. Ling!

Linghe, you are here to get on the boat, to create an opportunity to meet people like us, right?

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All of this is a well-planned psychological battle.

Every step of the way, every step of the way, is attacking Yan Xiaodao's heart.

And his inseparable feelings for Ling He are mostly due to the occasional fragility and helplessness revealed under the willful body of the other party, which aroused his strong desire for protection and pity, so that every drop of water pierces through stones and moistens things silently, letting He was sincerely moved in the time of getting along with each other day and night, which made him worry and couldn't stop...

Are you standing up or not?

Yan Xiaodao suddenly raised Ling He's thighs, and pressed him into a bending position with all his weight.On the coffee table, there was an instant turmoil, and the two sides fell into physical confrontation and entanglement. Under the torn clothes, a large attractive honey-colored chest was revealed, and the rough panting voice full of masculine tension made the pair of black glass eyes of Master Xiong squatting outside the door frightened, constantly Scratching the wall to relieve the tension, I have never heard of such a terrifying fight between two male goblins.

With five fingers, Yan Xiaodao grasped the bottom of Linghe's trousers under his abdominal muscles, exposing the hidden area of ​​his groin, and asked in a low voice: "If I force you today and force you to do things you don't want to do, you can still feel comfortable." Lying here and pretending to be dead? Can you just jump off this glass plate?"

Ling He fell into shock at that moment.

Before this second, he hadn't taken today's quarrel to heart, and the verbal battles that came every now and then were easy for him to calm down. He thought Xiao Dao's outburst of temper was like a tornado, and it passed away.

The fingers and elbow joints of the two of them were so painful that Ling He was furious in the resistance: "Yan Xiaodao, you are despicable and shameless!!"

The ice-green pupils were forced to reveal the blood-red color of a goosefoot maple leaf, with a dripping shimmer and hoarse struggles, his elbows might have been bruised and swollen... Ling He was pressed into an extremely humiliating and embarrassing posture at that time.A tall, long-legged male body that is not fragile is being pressed down by another strong man. The obvious forced posture is a scene that has a very sensory impact on the two people present, and the blood is soaring.

The muscles of Ling He's whole body were stretched into hard rocks, and he stared at the beast in front of him in disbelief. His eyes were originally covered with a beautiful film of light, which shattered and collapsed.

"Let go, dare you." The voice was torn from between his teeth, Ling He's eyes were piercingly staring at the person close to him, his whole body was ready to jump up the next moment.

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Yan Xiaodao still couldn't do it.

He can't do that kind of beastly despicable thing.That's not something he can do.Ling He is not willing, is he willing?

He doesn't like those perverted interests, and it's rare to seek a confidant in this world, and to this extent, it's almost humble to beg the other party for a confession, a comfort, and a little love.

Ling He escaped from his oppression in the resistance, and threw himself from the coffee table to the ground as if self-harming himself. The sharp edges and corners of the furniture and the cold and hard surface of the floor must have hurt his body. There is a strand of black hair biting between his lips and teeth. My heart was soaked in sweat.

There was a long dragon-like broken trace on the coffee table, half of the glass panel was crumbling, and Ling He's back was bleeding through his shirt, and he was bleeding, and he refused to say a soft word to beg for mercy.

Yan Xiaodao didn't want Ling He to fall into the pile of broken glass.He dragged his slender body and threw him into the soft mattress of the big bed in the master bedroom.

He held Ling He's head in both hands: "Ling He, you can lie on this bed for the rest of your life without getting off the ground. That's your business. I only care about the last question...how did Mai Yunliang die?"

Ling He frowned slowly: "Did I kill you?"

Yan Xiaodao: "It has nothing to do with you?"

"You are because of Mai Yunliang?..." Ling He finally realized, he couldn't care about the bleeding on his back and the bruises on his elbows, and the blood immediately flooded his green eyes, "Yan Xiaodao, did you fight with me because of him today? "

Who is Yan Xiaodao for?

Yan Xiaodao couldn't bear even a slight doubt in his mind about Ling He's murder, but now this suspicion has expanded into an unavoidable huge haze between the two of them: "Ling He, I know you hate him , but Mai Yunliang is innocent after all, and he sold himself without harming others, so it is still a life anyway."

"What kind of thing is Mai Yunliang?" The light in Ling He's eyes was cold, and he lived up to his name, like a glacier flowing through the arctic. He would never show any sympathy for the three-character name, and said with a sneer, "He is Whether I live or die is none of my business? Mr. Yan suspects me, so call the police now, take me to the police station, and you may even get a lunch box for reporting the suspect. "

"Linghe, you..."

"Are you still a human?" Yan Xiaodao choked up softly, imagining in his mind the blood splattered on the walls of the hotel room and the body screaming helplessly.

"I'm not a human? Who is he?!" Ling He was so angry that he almost vomited blood, and the deep jealousy poured on the boundless jealous fire, which instantly ignited a prairie rage, "Mr. When you are alive, you have to love and cherish Mr. Yan, and you have blue eyes. Now that you are dead, you can never forget it. Your sweetheart died without shame in another man's bed, so you go crazy and act wild to me—"

It's a pity that his audience failed to understand the obvious jealousy in the moment of confusion.

The next second was the extremely subtle but frightening sound of the bones being torn apart after the muscles struggled and twisted.

The quieter the sound, the bigger the matter.

Before Ling He finished speaking, the last few words got stuck in his throat.

The heart-piercing pain shot straight from his ankle to the calf bone, continued and became more intense like an electric shock, the pain stirred and penetrated into his tailbone and central nervous system, like a sharp drill cutting and tearing his body leg.One right leg was about to lose consciousness in the overwhelming pain, and he couldn't feel the existence of his right foot.

From the position where the pain hit, he judged that Yan Xiaodao had torn his right ankle.

Ling He's ice-green pupils slowly dilated, his dazed gaze slowly pierced the ceiling, and three souls and six souls flew out of the sky.

He looked over the face of the person in front of him who was suffering as much as himself, over the golden clouds between the blue sea and blue sky, over the melodious and carefree piano sound played by the four hands, over the fiery red camellias and rhododendrons... a long time passed After a long time, it took a long time to withdraw the soul back to the seven orifices, and Yan Xiaodao's figure was reflected in his dry eyes again.

His whole body fell into an uncontrollable tremor, but he still bit his lip and didn't make a sound.There was a pink wound on the lower lip, and a large drop of blood dripped out.

The torture and resistance were silent, and the room was dead silent, and the sound of rubbing the bones of the foot could be heard when the ankle that was about to break was shaking unconsciously and nervously.

"Did Mai Yunliang be harmed by you?" Yan Xiaodao gently touched Ling He's hair, Ling He's face, and Ling He's lips with his rough fingers. The physical injury was ten times and a hundred times more painful, "The next one is You Haodong, right?"

"The next one, it's my turn, when did you plan to attack me?

"The note is almost here, Master Qi will arrive the day after tomorrow, do you think he can't see what you have done?

"Even if it's for the two of us, tell me the truth, what are you going to do with me, a sinner? What do you want me to do with you?"

Yan Xiaodao was the one who attacked Ling He, but he also begged in a low voice.

Ling He didn't answer. Sweat flowed from the man's hair roots, forehead, and nose tip. Drops of sweat ran across the blue veins on his neck. Then he heard the sound of the other ankle being split. The sharp pain drilled into his heart, tearing him apart.

"Ling He, you said that you have no feeling in your legs."

"If you don't feel it, you don't feel much pain, why are you still shaking and sweating?"

Yan Xiaodao's voice didn't sound like his own either.

The two of them knew everything, what they said, and what they didn't say.

For a moment, Yan Xiaodao seemed to recognize Ling He's true emotions hidden under the mask for the first time today.

For such a cruel and perverse Ling He, for a moment, his face showed the heartbreak and collapse when the defense line collapsed.For a person like Ling He, this is already a big gaffe.

"Xiaodao, you hurt me."

"What is a person like Mai Yunliang? So what if I kill him. Yan Xiaodao, I have hurt many people, but I haven't hurt you. Have I hurt you? Have I hurt you..."

"I have never harmed you, but you have harmed me like this, and you have actually set out to harm me."

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It's just that this kind of true-feeling collapse stopped in an instant, and it converged again and turned into an indestructible shell.Ling He is still the same Ling He who is covered in sharp thorns, with his head held high, even if he is in a desperate situation, he is not weak, he will never snort, and he will never beg for mercy from the person in front of him.

Words such as showing weakness, kneeling and licking, begging for mercy, etc. are not in his dictionary, and he has never learned them since he was a child.

"Whenever you want to tell me the truth, just call me, or call me pain, I understand." Yan Xiaodao's face was pale with pain in his eyes. In the corridor, he slammed the bedroom door shut.