I've fucked up all the bosses

green tea eleven

Zou Qing lifted Hua Chao's hat, revealing a face under the hat that was very similar to Zou Qing.

To be more precise, it was Huachao's previous body.

Two almost identical faces are exposed to the public's sight, and it is impossible not to arouse people's daydreams.

Zhou Yan, who came up to rescue Zou Qing, was stunned for a moment. He looked at Hua Chao's face, his expression seemed to be frozen, and he stared blankly at Hua Chao, speechless. .

Zou Qing also looked at Hua Chao's face in a daze. His face was colorful and varied, and the rich facial expressions were hard to describe in words.

But he must have been very shocked in his heart.

The crowd of onlookers whispered, looking at the two faces so similar, they had already imagined a bloody drama about the love and hatred of the double of the rich.

Hua Chao didn't have time to care about these people's brains. He stretched out his hands and pressed the two cat ears on his head immediately. In this world where animals are not allowed to become sperm after the founding of the People's Republic of China, if they are found, they will probably be handed over to the police. nation.

The wide-brimmed soft hat just rolled down to Zhou Yan's feet. Zhou Yan bent down to pick up the soft hat, handed it to Hua Chao with a dazed expression, and whispered, "Your hat fell off."

His voice was very gentle, and his whole body was covered with a soft radiance, making people want to get close to him when they saw him.

Hua Chao covered the cat ears on his head with one hand, took the wide-brimmed soft hat and put it on his head with the other hand, smiled at Zhou Yan and said, "Thank you."

Zhou Yan looked at him intently, and after hearing Hua Chao's thanks, he actually lowered his head a little embarrassedly, showing a slightly shy smile.

Hua Chao's heart skipped a beat, secretly sighing that something was wrong.

In the next second, Zhou Yan was already smiling, and asked in a gentle manner: "Can you leave a contact information, I really like boys with cat ears."

Before Hua Chao refused, Fu Sihan had already stepped forward to block Hua Chao.

His expression was cold, and his melodious baritone sounded even colder: "Sorry, he is mine, Mr. Zhou respects himself."

Zhou Yan smiled, he still had that gentle and jade-like appearance, and the smile on his face was the same as before, but the words he said did not make people feel like a spring breeze.

"The former Huachao was also yours, but it's a pity that Mr. Fu is unable to keep him. Everyone has the right to choose a better person. The same is true for this cute boy in front of him. He deserves better. Mr. Fu, do you think so? "

Fu Sihan's face suddenly darkened, Zhou Yan's words obviously hit his pain point with incomparable precision.

Hua Chao shrank behind Fu Sihan and poked out half of his head to relieve the tense atmosphere. Unexpectedly, Fu Sihan seemed to have eyes on his back. The moment Hua Chao poked his head out, he held Hua Chao with his backhand The restless little mind pushed Hua Chao back again.

Every word he said seemed to be squeezed out between his teeth: "Mr. Zhou's hand is too long, how do you know that I am not a better person."

Zhou Yan had a meaningful expression on his face: "Sometimes, having a lot of money can't make a person a better person."

He paused, and then said: "Also, does young master Fu really know how to love someone? Hua Chao didn't leave you just because you were poor."

Fu Sihan said coldly: "This is a matter between me and Hua Chao. If you feel that the recent days are not easy, I don't mind causing you some trouble."

Zhou Yan's complexion changed slightly, as if he thought of something, he smiled at Hua Chao again, and said very gently: "The money I earned is enough for me to squander, no matter what method Mr. Fu uses, I have enough money." My own way out, even if Zhou’s company no longer exists, I still have my own reliance, in short, I will not let my lover live with me in the basement, facing a pile of unsalable paintings day after day.”

Zhou Yan still had a gentle and gentle appearance, but every sentence he said was more heart-pounding.

"Young Master Fu is obsessed with art and can't extricate himself. I'm afraid he didn't know that Hua Chao has claustrophobia. Every time he stays in a place without windows, he will be so scared that he can't breathe."

Fu Sihan's pupils trembled, the palms hanging by his sides were clenched tightly, and his face suddenly turned pale.

Zhou Yan smiled slightly, like a devil in the skin of an angel: "Oh, it seems that Young Master Fu doesn't know that Hua Chao lived with you in the basement every night, and he couldn't sleep at all without relying on sleeping pills Young Master Fu doesn't know about this either."

"But it's true. Young Master Fu is a great artist. He only has art in his eyes. How can he have the time to pay attention to the lover who has always been obedient to you? Even if your lover suffers from severe anxiety, Young Master Fu will not let you go." You know."

Zhou Yan's eyes gradually became sharper, and with deep regret on his face, he said word by word: "The first time I met Hua Chao was when he suddenly fainted by the side of the road. No, where were you at that time, maybe you were still painting your paintings in the basement, lamenting that I was unappreciated from time to time, and squatting in that dark basement every day in solitary pity."

Zhou Yan said sarcastically: "He deserves a better person, he should have the best things, but he has always refused to leave you, even if his anxiety disorder in the later stage has made him miserable, he will not tell you, Instead, let me play a scene in front of you, he pretended to break up with you to go abroad for treatment, and just after his condition improved, he received the news that you committed suicide by jumping into the sea."

Zhou Yan took a deep breath, tears welled up in his eyes, and his voice was hoarse: "You don't know what he looked like at the time, he hid under the quilt and cried all day and all night, and finally cut his wrist to commit suicide, it's okay I discovered it in time, and where was Young Master Fu at that time?"

Fu Sihan's whole body was shaking.

Zhou Yan sneered: "Let me think about it. At that time, Young Master Fu had already returned to the Fu family and lived a life of luxury. The windows in the mansion of the Fu family must be very bright. Young Master Fu would no longer have to live in a windowless house." In the basement."

Fu Sihan's face lost all color, his originally cold eyes gradually lost focus, his pale lips trembled slightly, and he tightly clenched the palms hanging by his side, the nails pierced the palms because of too much force, and the bright red blood flowed from between the fingers Lying down in the room, tick tock landed on Huachao's skirt.

Hua Chao stared blankly at the blood drops on the hem of the skirt, and then at Fu Sihan's blood-dropping palm, his eyes immediately turned red.

He reached out to break Fu Sihan's clenched palm, but he couldn't break it no matter what.

Those were all lies, all of which he carefully fabricated to complete the mission. At that time, he only had the obsession of resurrection in his heart.

He wants to become a master, he wants to be famous and come back in rich clothes, he wants to take revenge crazily, stepping all those who looked down on him into the mud, so that they don't even have a chance to get up.

Strong unwillingness and resentment filled his heart, making it impossible for him to hold any love in his heart.

At that time, he was a crazy monster, and every sweet smile contained a deadly poison.

During those long days, he unscrupulously hurt the target, every method was outrageous, his heart was extremely cold and hard, and he had gradually lost the ability to love someone.

Even in these worlds where he fell in love with the target of the raid, he has only regrets but no regrets.

But looking at Fu Sihan's bleeding palm, standing behind him and looking at his crumbling body, Hua Chao was overwhelmed by a very strong regret, his eye sockets were burning, and his eyes were blurred.

He stood behind Fu Sihan and stretched out his hands to wrap around Fu Sihan's waist. The tears on his face kept falling, soaking the clothes behind Fu Sihan.

The hand around Fu Sihan's waist was tightly held, Fu Sihan turned around, stretched out his fingers to wipe away the tears on Hua Chao's face, and softly coaxed him: "Don't cry, I will never let Chao Chao cry again. gone."

Hua Chao was still crying when he returned to the villa. In this virtual world, his emotions are rarely released. Only by suppressing his emotions to the minimum can he complete the task without any emotion and avoid collapse due to task failure. .

Right now, he can't take care of anything else, and suddenly wants to cry to his heart's content. Fuck the main system, the resurrection, and the return home after getting ahead.

Suddenly, I don't want anything, I just want to live a pure and happy life.

He leaned in Fu Sihan's arms, holding Fu Sihan's bleeding hand and almost cried until he died.

He cried while explaining: "Actually, it's not like what Zhou Yan said, I was just acting to lie to him, I don't have claustrophobia, and I don't have anxiety attacks. I didn't hide under the quilt all day and night after you committed suicide by jumping into the sea. Crying, I lied to him, I am a liar."

There was deep regret in Fu Sihan's eyes, he forced a faint smile, and said softly: "Well, well, well, it's all a lie, that little liar, don't cry, okay?"

Hua Chao wiped away tears while sobbing, and at the same time took a bandage to bandage Fu Sihan.

Fu Sihan rubbed his cat ears, coaxing him softly: "Don't cry, the skirt on your body is wrinkled by your crying, it won't look good if you keep crying."

The complicated and gorgeous lo skirt was pressed down by Hua Chao, and Hua Chao's beautiful calf was exposed in the flower bud-like layered skirt.

The small white sheepskin shoes he was wearing had been taken off, and a pair of translucent lace socks were on his feet. Because he cried so much that he didn't care to take care of them, the edges of the socks had been rolled together and piled up on his pink ankles.

Hearing Fu Sihan say that the skirt was wrinkled, Hua Chao wiped away tears while tidying up the hem of the skirt, and said out of breath, "Isn't it... ugly..."

Fu Sihan shook his head, feeling dumbfounded by his beauty-loving temperament: "You are always good-looking."

In fact, Huachao is now like a delicate and beautiful doll in a shop window.

The gorgeous dress on him made him feel weak and weak. In Fu Sihan's memory, Huachao had never looked bad, even if he didn't have enough sleep and brushed his teeth half-opened with two dark circles. Sometimes they are very delicate and beautiful.

Hua Chao tied the bandages into a bow, wobbled up the stairs with her bare calves in her skirt, her fluffy cat tail dragged on the ground, and the white tail curled into a small curl.

Exhausted, Hanami turns into a cat again.

The puppet cat emerged from the layers of pink skirts, and slouched into the wide-brimmed soft hat.

The door of the room was gently opened, and Fu Sihan walked in lightly, and picked up the puppet cat curled up in the soft hat.

He pressed the puppet cat's forehead with a trembling voice: "Chaochao, everything is my fault, I'm damned, I'm a bastard, I will never draw again, and I won't be a business wizard who turns stone into gold, I don't want anything anymore, I will only focus on you from now on, and you will never leave me again, okay?"

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感谢在2020-06-0420:20:28~2020-06-0623:10:21期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: 3 mashed potato slices; please, Chaohuaxi pick up 1;

感谢灌溉营养液的小天使：洛阳131瓶；Asdfghjk10瓶；羡三岁5瓶；不夜、本爸爸3瓶；彩虹再美，都没你一半1瓶；

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