Peach blossoms are blooming on him

Wei Jiuge's body seemed to be falling apart, and every time he raised his arm, he felt a terrible pain.He put on his clothes with difficulty, and finally covered his ugly body.

He Lan stood behind him holding a cup of warm water, and tried several times to help, but still didn't have the courage.

Wei Jiuge put on his clothes, turned around and glanced at the mess behind him, and then walked towards him step by step.He Lan's chest was suddenly tense, but Wei Jiuge looked past him indifferently as if he hadn't seen him.

Wei Jiuge glanced at the fainted Han Ruoshui from the corner of his eye, and said hoarsely, "Don't forget to call 120."

After saying this, he left the cubicle without giving He Lan a look from the beginning to the end.

Seeing that Wei Jiuge was about to leave the box, He Lan's heart tightened. He put down his water glass, strode over, and unexpectedly hugged Wei Jiuge tightly into his arms from behind.

Wei Jiuge's body froze immediately, and he stood there in a daze, not daring to move.

"...I'm sorry, let me make amends." He Lan said in a thick nasal voice, warm breath on his neck, "Ling'er, will you go home with me?...I love you."

He Lan's words were full of deep remorse and sadness. The last three words were once the treasure that Wei Jiuge dreamed of, but now, to him, these three words seemed to mock how stupid he was.

Wei Jiuge suddenly felt hot and humid on the back of his neck. Did He Lan cry?

What is there to cry about?He Lan is also a fool.

"Loosen-open." Wei Jiuge squeezed out two words through his teeth. His throat was sore and he didn't want to say a word.He just wanted to escape from this dirty place and escape from everyone's sight.

"Not loose." He Lan unconsciously increased the strength of holding him, which made Wei Jiuge feel a little uncomfortable. "If you loosen it, you won't want me anymore."

"Stay away from me." When Wei Jiuge said this, his voice was trembling, and He Lan realized that not only was Wei Jiuge's voice trembling in his arms, but his body was trembling as well. .

This kind of trembling made him at a loss. He turned the person over belatedly, and found that Wei Jiuge's face was paler than before, and his eyes were full of red blood, as if he would bleed in the next second.

"Ling'er?" He Lan held his shoulders and called out cautiously.

Wei Jiuge stared at him blankly for a few seconds. A certain nerve in his body suddenly seemed to be stabbed. He slammed away He Lan's arms. His chest heaved up and down violently, and his forehead was obviously not bleeding. , but for some reason in front of my eyes, I always feel that the bright red is blurred, and I can't see anything clearly.

He was terrified of the body temperature of others, even if that person was He Lan.

Wei Jiuge clearly knew that his consciousness was gradually being swallowed up by an evil thought, he had to get out of here, out of this ghostly place!

"Let me go, I want to go... let me go, let me go..." Wei Jiuge couldn't stop muttering to himself, he just moved a few steps towards the door of the box when suddenly he staggered and nearly fell .

Just as he was about to leave the room filled with nightmares, He Lan grabbed his wrist from behind again: "Ling'er!" He Lan's voice sounded heartbroken, and it was all his fault. Shenghui's people have come to this point.

Even if he spends his whole life atoning for his sins, it will not be able to offset the harm he has done to Ling'er.

"Let me go!!" Wei Jiuge screamed suddenly, looking in He Lan's direction in horror, retreating frequently, "You devils! Let me go!!"

"Wei Lingyu!!" He Lan hugged him tightly with heartache, and let Wei Jiuge punch and kick him. His voice was full of tears, "Ling'er, don't be afraid, don't be afraid. Don't let you get hurt."

"You...don't touch me!!" Wei Jiuge struggled hard, as if He Lan was a terrifying scourge.

While the two were entangled endlessly, Wei Jiuge, who had gradually lost his mind, suddenly found a fruit knife from the coffee table behind him, and he held it tightly with both hands, as if holding a life-saving straw.

When He Lan opened his arms towards him and wanted to hug him, he stabbed the tip of the knife into He Lan's chest without hesitation.

"He Lan, I hate you!!"

Time seemed to stand still at that moment.

He Lan's eyes widened in disbelief. Wei Jiuge was holding the blood-stained fruit knife with trembling hands, with a terrified expression on his face, and the smell of blood in the air pulled his sanity back a bit.

The moment the eyes of the two met, He Lan, whose face was pale, suddenly smiled at him: "Honey, if this can make you feel better, I...would rather let you prick a few more times."

As soon as the words fell, He Lan fell heavily on the floor.

Wei Jiuge couldn't believe what he had done, his whole body seemed broken, and he kept mumbling: "This is what you owe me...you, you owe me..."

But why, my heart still hurts unbelievably?

At this moment, the room looked like a battlefield after a fight. In the end, there was only Wei Jiuge left, lonely and sad.

Wei Jiuge stared blankly at the motionless He Lan, the tear glands suddenly collapsed, and the tears flowed down uncontrollably, very mechanically.

He wept silently, without even realizing that he was crying.

Later, Wei Jiuge picked up He Lan's mobile phone from beside his feet and dialed 120.

He didn't wait for the ambulance to come, and after hanging up the phone, he left the room in a daze.

It was already past two o'clock in the morning, and there was hardly a pedestrian on the street except for the dim street lights and the occasional passing cars.

Where to go?

Go back to the small villa, go back to your own nest, and then lock the door and let no one in.

Will He Lan die?

Maybe, just die.

Didn't he become a murderer?Ah, a murderer is a murderer.

Nothing matters.

When Qin Yunhao received Wei Jiuge's strange call, he was about to enter the operating room.

Wei Jiuge dialed his number, but before he could say anything, the other end of the phone fell silent.Qin Yunhao had an intuition that there was something ominous, but seeing that the operation was about to begin, his patient was still waiting for him.

Qin Yunhao had no choice but to comfort himself by thinking too much.

When he finally finished the operation, he called Wei Jiuge several times, but the phone turned off.

Qin Yunhao was flustered for a while. Based on the location of Wei Jiuge's phone call just now, he locked the imperial banquet hall.I went in and asked, and the top floor was reserved by a big client, and no one was allowed to go up and disturb.

Only then did Qin Yunhao panic, and when he hurried to the box, there was no Wei Jiuge waiting for him, only two old acquaintances who were lying on the ground, not knowing whether they were dead or alive.

Before Qin Yunhao could think about it, the ambulance arrived.

Both He Lan and Han Ruoshui were carried into the ambulance and sent to the hospital for emergency treatment.Soon the police also arrived, transferred the surveillance footage of that night, and found that there were three people who came to the top floor that night.

It's just another one who has been wearing a mask since he came in, so he can't see his face clearly.

Qin Yunhao naturally knew who that person was, but he kept his mouth shut.He frowned and looked around the box and compartment carefully. The used things beside the bed made him dare not think deeply.

Compared with He Lan and Han Ruoshui, he was more worried about Wei Jiuge at the moment.

Qin Yunhao briefly said a few words to the police, and then left in a hurry.

There were not many vehicles on the highway in the middle of the night, so he accelerated all the way, wishing he could see Wei Jiuge in the next second.

But when he came to the door of Wei Jiuge's small villa, the whole small villa looked pitch black, and there was no movement at all inside.He stood downstairs and rang the doorbell for a long time, but no one came to answer the door.

Qin Yunhao thought that Wei Jiuge hadn't come back, but when he was about to turn around, Erlang God's eager wailing suddenly came from the window on the second floor.

This call is different from the past, Qin Yunhao has brought it for a while at least, and he can roughly judge Erlang God's joy, anger, sorrow and joy through the call.

"Ling'er!" Qin Yunhao shouted from downstairs.

But in response to him, apart from Erlang Shen's wailing, there was nothing else.

Qin Yunhao yelled a few more times, but still no one opened the door.Later, he simply turned to the back of the small villa, next to the kitchen side, and he remembered that there was a thick acacia tree.

The acacia tree in winter only had dry branches, but fortunately, the trunk was thick enough to bear Qin Yunhao's weight.It's just that Qin Yunhao is also a squeamish rich second generation, who has never climbed a tree.

By the time he managed to climb up to the height of the kitchen window, his palms had already been worn out, and his clean and tidy clothes had become wrinkled.

Qin Yunhao hugged the tree trunk and exhaled, then gently pushed the kitchen window, unexpectedly, the window was locked from the inside.

Qin Yunhao frowned suddenly. Wei Jiuge almost never cooks. He usually closed the window at most, but this time he locked it directly.

In this way, he was even more certain that Wei Jiuge was at home.

Qin Yunhao sighed, and tapped on the window lightly: "Ling'er, I know you are inside. Don't be afraid... I won't ask anything, so don't make brother Yunhao worry?"

"Ling'er, I'm hanging on a tree." Qin Yunhao's voice was filled with a warm smile, he paused and continued, "If you don't let me in, I'm really going to fall down. Ahhh ! My arm is hurt!"

Just when Qin Yunhao was about to raise his leg to kick the window, there was a "crash", and the window was opened by Wei Jiuge from the inside.

He stretched out his arms towards Qin Yunhao, Qin Yunhao's eyes lit up, he immediately grabbed Wei Jiuge's hand, and jumped in with his strength.There was no light in the room, and he couldn't see Wei Jiuge's expression clearly. He could only feel Wei Jiuge's cold palms and the choking smell of smoke in the room.

Qin Yunhao's heart ached like it was being grabbed by sharp claws. He pulled Wei Jiuge into his arms, but Wei Jiuge's body was stiff and trembling faintly.

He is rejecting... this kind of intimate contact?

Qin Yunhao immediately let go of his arms and suppressed the doubts in his heart. As usual, he stroked Wei Jiuge's messy hair naturally, and smiled at him: "Your hair is long, let me cut it for you tomorrow?"

Wei Jiuge didn't answer his question. After a long time, he looked at Qin Yunhao blankly: "I... seem to have killed He Lan, he bled a lot..." Isn't this title a bit random?Hahaha

As soon as I thought about starting to engage in congratulatory pigs and dogs later on, the author was so excited!

Happy 520, cuties! !

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