one night love

When Lao Qian led someone to break into the door, Wang Liang was dragging his flip flops, shaking his legs and whistling, throwing chopped green onions into the pot.

After they beat him up and took him to the living room, the water in the pot was almost boiled dry.Fang Yue walked into the kitchen, stood in front of the rattling pot, and turned off the gas.

He scooped it up with chopsticks, and found the noodles in clear soup, but he didn't even see any oily flakes. It seemed that his life was miserable enough.

Fang Yue stepped on the warped floor tiles, looking at the walls with yellowed curly skin and greasy stains, feeling disgusted.

Just such a bad eye...why...

Furious, he strode into the living room from the kitchen, kicked Wang Liang on the back, and then his fists fell on his face like a rainstorm.

Old and new debts with interest and I will calculate it with you!

"Don't...don't hit..." Wang Liang hugged his head and squatted on the floor begging for mercy, "Brother! I misunderstood you!"

"I misunderstood that you are paralyzed! You were the one who hit you!" Fang Yue kicked again, firmly kicking Wang Liang's stomach. The latter was kicked hard against the wall and bounced to the ground, making a muffled sound.

Wang Liang lay on the concrete floor and curled up into a ball, clutching his stomach and groaning non-stop. What he vomited was yellow bile.

The man's face was covered with snot and tears, and he kept yelling for mercy.

"Okay, I'll beat you to death," Old Qian stretched out his hand to stop him, squatted down in front of Wang Liang, poked the cigarette butt in his hand on his chest, and crushed him twice.

Afterwards, in that hog-killing wailing, he raised his foot and stomped on his face: "My brother dares to blackmail you? Are you kidding me? You're tired of working, aren't you?"

Wang Liang's wailing gradually weakened, he gasped for breath, his eyes moved, and after touching for about half a minute, he realized that it was the photo that offended someone he couldn't offend.

"That... that's what they asked me to do!" He slapped the floor with all his strength and yelled, trying to get rid of himself, "I, I just posted on the Internet to show off the men I've had sex with before, who knows? It didn't take long before someone contacted me, gave me money and his current contact information, and asked me to blackmail him..."

show off?Fuck me!

Fang Yue raised his fist angrily and wanted to hit someone again, but Lao Qian waved his hand at him to signal him to calm down.

"Where are the photos?" Old Qian raised his foot and pulled him up, "Call it out."

Wang Liang scrambled and ran to the computer, and called up a folder named "Papapa5" in the hidden folder.

Old Qian glanced at Fang Yue and nodded.

Fang Yue sat down, moved the mouse to the folder, opened it and opened it, and found that there were at least dozens of small files.He hesitated for a moment, and clicked the del button directly. After thinking for a while, he unplugged the power of the host computer and removed his hard disk to prevent future troubles.

"Mobile phone," Fang Yue kicked his calf, "take it out."

Wang Liang tremblingly pointed to the head of the bed.

Fang Yue picked up the phone and wanted to restore it to the factory, but when she thought of the name of the folder, the anger that had been calmed down a little came back again.Feeling depressed for a while, he simply threw the phone to the ground hard, stomped his feet a few times, and trampled it to pieces.

"Is there any backup?" Lao Qian lit another cigarette, stuffed it into Wang Liang's mouth, and patted Lao Gao's swollen face, "I don't care if you have one or not, just keep quiet, listen. do you understand?"

Wang Liang nodded furiously: "No more! Really no more! I dare not, never again! Brothers, please forgive me!"

"What do you think?" Old Qian looked at Fang Yue, "Tell me."

Fang Yue glanced at the messy computer desk, grabbed a large paper knife on it, pushed out the blade and pressed it against Wang Liang's neck.

Old Qian was taken aback - it's not worth killing someone for such a thing.

Wang Liang's already pale face became even paler now: "Brother, brother... Please... don't, don't kill me..."

"You remember it for me," Fang Yue exerted a little force in his hand, and the sharp blade of the paper knife cut through the skin in an instant, oozing a line of blood, "Don't ever think about this person again, ever!"

"Yes yes yes..." Wang Liang nodded hastily, "I... I don't know this person! I don't know him!"

Fang Yue watched him for a long time, then removed the knife from his neck, put it in his pocket, and said to Lao Qian, "Let's go."

Coming out of the dilapidated old-fashioned residential building, Lao Qian hugged Fang Yue, was silent for a moment, and said: "Brother, I really thought you were going to kill him just now..."

Fang Yue sneered and said nothing.

He really wants to.