How to say goodbye to patrons

Brother, are you looking for this ring?

This is a primitive game, away from the contest of money and status, only the pleasure of punching to the flesh.He Minting was the first to strike. After the last gap in the bedroom was closed tightly, he turned his head and punched Xiang Youlin, straight in the face.

Xiang Youlin took this punch firmly, as if he never thought that He Minting would vent his anger in this way.

After he came back to his senses, he didn't talk nonsense, and directly clenched his fist and smashed it on He Minting's body.

I don't know why, when he saw He Minting for the first time, he felt a deep sense of disgust, just like Sun Wukong saw the six-eared macaque.But the two of them obviously have no similarities in any place.

This absurd fight between two adults finally came to a temporary halt after the two were exhausted.He Minting turned on the faucet, and warm water flowed out. He put his hand under the faucet and let the water wash away the blood on his hands.The bright red in that hand was washed away, leaving only a small hole, which was left by him accidentally hitting the mirror.

He raised his eyes, and the right side of the mirror was shattered in a net shape. He saw that his clothes were a little wrinkled, and there were bruises of varying degrees on the corners of his mouth and cheeks. His angry and angry eyes had calmed down.

He moved his eyes down to look at Xiang Youlin who had no strength to stand up.The shattered mirror divided him into pieces in a mess, each piece of mirror contained Xiang Youlin's eyes of hatred staring at him, glowing with blood as if he wanted to swallow him up.

His face was intact except for the punch he gave him once, but his body under the fine clothes probably didn't have any good flesh.He reached out to turn off the faucet, the sound of running water stopped suddenly, and the only sound in this small room was gone, the only thing left was the sound of heavy breathing between two people.

He Minting was the first to speak: "Do you still remember, the day I asked you to take Chu Yan away, you justly said that you were different from me."

He turned around, no longer looked at him through the broken mirror, looked peacefully at Xiang Youlin who was sitting on the ground, and said indifferently and calmly: "Now, what is the difference between you and me at that time."

The same fear, wanting to see him only in his eyes, more and more controlling, and finally lost him.

Xiang Youlin supported the wall and stood up, sarcastically saying: "Mr. He really has some brain problems." He straightened his wrinkled clothes in front of the mirror, and then set his sights on He Minting: "I Today is just for you to realize that he is mine, his body remembers me, his mind thinks of me."

He stretched out his hand to push open the door that He Minting had closed just now, and a big bed came into view: "So, don't mess with your little cleverness."

He Minting's mind is very clever, he even immediately thought that the reason why Xiang Youlin did this kind of thing was because he thought that Chu Yan was secretly meeting with him, so he couldn't wait to admit his sovereignty.

It's really getting closer to the self at that time... It's just that he encountered these things before he could take action at that time.

He watched the door close quietly in front of him, together with his thoughts.

Chu Yan didn't run too far. He put on He Minting's clothes and left the room as if fleeing. There was no one in the empty corridor, but it gave him a good opportunity to vent. He held the decorative vase in his hand, and wanted to slam it on the ground, as if only hearing some shattering sound could slightly calm his mood at this time.

But who would have thought that this vase was so heavy, just as he lifted it up, he felt a pain like a nerve in his arm, and as soon as he let go, the vase, which was not even fully lifted from the base, returned to his position firmly .

He felt that his whole body was completely occupied by something similar to anger. That kind of anger even made Chu Yan feel that every breath was steaming. He opened his mouth and wanted to take a deep breath to calm down the anger on his body, but there was no such thing at all. What's the effect? ​​He felt that every breath was not like a normal breath, but sucked in the flame, then walked around his body, and was spit out by himself again.

Every time, just when I thought my anger had reached the peak, I broke through the limit again.

At this time, his eyes saw the tall floor-to-ceiling windows at the end of the corridor, and he walked over staggeringly. Although it was already spring, the cold spring did not let the coldness in the air go away, on the contrary, it seemed a little colder.

He pressed his face against the glass, feeling the icy coolness on the glass, he pressed against it tightly, like a person who was burned by the flame met the last trace of spring water.Each breath he took made a little mist on the glass, and then faded away, leaving a wet feeling on the glass, and with the next breath, a little mist formed again.

It was as if his thoughts, every time he wanted to calm down, rose up without hesitation.

Not enough, he stretched out his hand and tremblingly opened the French window, the cold wind raging outside the window, without hesitation, got in, like a piece of blade was scraping his face.

Only then did Chu Yan feel more comfortable.

As his face cooled down, he raised his hands high, and the large suit slipped from his wrists, revealing some thin arms, which were soon chilled by the cold wind.

For a moment, he couldn't remember whether it was the cold wind that he encountered when he was in danger, or whether it was colder and more thorough now.

Maybe it's this time, after all, no one took off his coat this time to protect you.

His reason became a little clearer, and he wanted to reach out to close the window, only to realize that it seemed to prevent people from opening the window. Its pull was at a very high place, where he could only reach it by standing on tiptoe.

It's easy to open, you just need to flip it gently with your fingers, but it's a bit difficult to close, probably because no one would choose to open it for a long time, the pull button is not very sensitive, and it took a lot of effort after trying it twice.

He was a little helpless at this moment, he tried his best to move the potted plant on the side, stepped on it, let his palm fully reach the place where the button was pulled, finally felt that he could use his strength, and was about to When he breathed a sigh of relief and closed the window, he felt a strong force pull him back.

With so much strength, his hand reaching for the window was useless as a decoration, and he could only let himself fall backwards.

Just when he thought that if he didn't run away, he would definitely fall hard, he suddenly felt soft under his body, as if someone was under it.Before he turned his head, the world spun around and made the two of them switch places.

The young man with only slightly upturned eyes pressed him down hard, shaking his shoulders with his hands clasped in the shape of claws, his hoarse voice, which was not fully cultivated, became even more serious. The tearing roar: "Is he worth it for you?"

Before Chu Yan could figure it out, he suppressed his next sentence: "You would rather die yourself in order to prove your innocence?"

What the hell... How can I close the window and become a representative of wanting to die.

"You misunderstood, I just closed the window." Chu Yan looked at Xiang Youlin's assistant whom he met yesterday, and suddenly realized something was wrong: "How do you know so clearly?"

Qin Yu was silent for a moment, but Chu Yan thought it was a sign of guilt, and he said angrily, "Are you eavesdropping?"

How does Qin Yu explain?Said that he was the mastermind behind this matter?In order to make him disappointed in Xiang Youlin?If he said this, Chu Yan would be even more disappointed in himself.

"He has treated you like this, leave him."

"Your control is too wide." Chu Sheng struggled angrily. He didn't expect that no matter how hard he struggled, Xiang Youlin would be able to restrain himself without being affected at all. But here, he only struggled a few times. After a while, Qin Yu let go of his hands. Chu Yan was slightly surprised, and turned his head to leave.But when he was making a fist with his right hand, he suddenly felt that something was missing in his hand. Looking down, his ring finger was empty, and the ring that should have been on his hand was gone.

He froze for a moment, wondering if he should go back and look for it. He hated the paparazzi behavior of the person in front of him from the bottom of his heart, let alone any communication, and he didn't even want to look at him slightly.

Just as he was thinking.

A hoarse, somewhat lonely voice came from behind: "Are you looking for this? Brother."

Chu Yan felt hairy goosebumps from the soles of his feet to the top of his head when he heard the three words of the little brother, as if some acupuncture point had been opened for a moment. These three words are really, I haven't heard them for a long, long time.

If the tone is gentler, it is the voice that is deeply rooted in his heart and will never be forgotten.

Chu Yan turned around in surprise and saw that the person on the ground just now had stood up, wearing only a very thin pullover in the cold spring days, with a pair of jeans casually kicking on underneath.

Strangely, it reminded Chu Yan of the clothes he was wearing today, a blue coat and a pair of jeans.Except for the color and the material brand of the person in front of him, the clothes he was wearing had no similarity at all in terms of functionality.

But he always felt that the person in front of him deliberately picked his color——

His eyes moved to his hand involuntarily, the index finger and thumb were slender, and there was a circular ring between the two fingers with a dim silver light.

It was not the one sent to Youlin.

But it was also familiar to him, the dull and simple silver ring that had been hanging around his neck from the very beginning.

"Little brother, is this the ring you are looking for?"

Chu Yan froze in place: "Who are you?"