Slag Gong's canary turned bad after respawn

Wei Yi smiled softly, and there was also a smile in his dark eyes, slightly crazy.Isn't it crazy? Ning Han has long been in Wei Yi's heart, and every flesh and blood in his heart was born for him and rotted because of him.

In the more than ten years without Ning Han in the dream, he lived in a muddle, like a walking dead.He doesn't smell half-born, and no one loves and takes care of him unreservedly.During the long years of emptiness, it wasn't that he didn't want to go to find Ning Han, it's just that he didn't feel worthy.There is no one like him who is worthy of such a good senior.

Even if he felt unworthy, when he saw him again, he was despicable and didn't want to let go, and greedily wanted to have another chance to be loved.It doesn't matter if you don't love, and it's good to be with you.This time, he couldn't do cheating, cheating, or robbery, only humble begging.

"Are you still angry?" Wei Yi stretched out his hand to hold Ning Han's wrist, with doting eyes and a soft voice.

Ning Han looked at him with tears in his eyes, he couldn't tell what he was feeling, he just wanted to cry, wanted to cry, all the grievances broke out this time.Ning Han endured desperately, not letting tears fall, he didn't want to cry in front of Wei Yi, and don't believe his hypocrisy.

He doesn't want to have a little connection with Wei Yi.Wei Yi is a liar and a lunatic, and he doesn't deserve to be pitied or sympathized with.

Wei Yi looked at him distressedly, and raised his hand to gently touch the corners of his reddish eyes: "Why do you have to bear it? In front of me, the senior can do whatever he wants."

"You can beat me or scold me if you want, as long as you talk about me. Can you tell me all about it? I'm not worth your patience."

The eye sockets were filled with hot tears, Wei Yi's face in front of him was blurred, the redness and swelling on his cheeks were still obvious, and the corners of his mouth were cracked and oozing blood, which had already clotted.Ning Han has never seen Wei Yi in such a miserable state. When will he, who is so powerful, stand obediently and not fight back when he is beaten or scolded?If this is also a fake, the cost is too high.

Ning Han found out that he actually didn't know Wei Yi at all, he didn't know what the real Wei Yi was like.Or was his memory wrong?Or, teasing his mind is more important to Wei Yi than anything else?

"Stay away from me, stay away." Ning Han shook off his hand and said, holding back his sobs.Don't think that just pretending to be pitiful can get him into the trap, he won't fall into the trap he stepped on a second time.

Wei Yi smiled lightly, with doting eyes in his eyes, "Are you joking, senior? I told you that this is not allowed. This is my only bottom line for you."

Ning Han felt that his heart was so painful that he could hardly breathe, and his tear glands were about to lose control.He bit his lip and looked at Wei Yi bitterly.

The teeth bit off the white marks on the tender lips, which were deeply sunken, as if they were about to take root.

Wei Yi's pupils shrank fiercely, as if seeing blood dripping from his lips, dripping, spreading, full of bright red, pale and bloodless face, and emaciated body.

Why hurt yourself?The culprit is him, isn't he?Take revenge on him!Let him fall into the dust and fall into hell, so happy!

"No, no, no." Ning Han resisted fiercely, watching him hug her, lowering his head to plunder, but he couldn't dodge it no matter what.

The sound of flesh and blood bursting, the salty liquid stained the teeth red, and the smell of blood spread in the mouth, it was very painful, but the hug became tighter and tighter.The tongue and lips were scarred, as if they were about to be bitten off.

Wei Yi's heart was very empty, very empty, very full, hope in despair.The tragic scenes kept replaying in my mind, who is he?

Struggling so weakly, Ning Han opened his eyes, and tears slowly fell one by one.The face in front of him was familiar yet unfamiliar, at one moment it was cold, at another moment it was hot, and those dark eyes were like his, filled with tears.What is it, fate?

Apart from hurting each other, he and Wei Yi have no other way out?Love, what is it?What is Wei Yi thinking again?

The air in the chest was squeezed less and less, Ning Han felt a little dizzy, and his consciousness was separated, looking at the two people who were entangled in pain.

Why does it hurt?Ning Han asked himself.If you don't love, you won't care, you won't be hurt, and you won't be in pain.

Do you still love him?Ning Han couldn't give a clear answer.

The pain between his lips and teeth made Wei Yi feel better, his pain was better than Ning Han hurting himself, he was willing to be hurt by Ning Han.Sometimes, he really felt that Ning Han was too kind.

Even though he had been hurt so much, he did not obsess over revenge once he was reborn. He just wanted to pursue his dreams and protect his family, that's all.It made Wei Yi feel more and more despicable.

The intimate interaction between lovers turned into a fight, a fierce plunder, a strict defense, occasional counterattack, and no one wanted to let the other go.

Wei Yi has also been looking at Ning Han, whether he hates it or disgusts him, he accepts it all.Being an enemy is better than being a stranger. He doesn't want to be forgotten in a corner by Ning Han one day, rotting alone.

After an unknown amount of time, like a century, Ning Han pushed Wei Yi away without hope.

Wei Yi's fluid, fluid and blood were still on his lips, and his whole body, body and lower part were covered with his breath, and he couldn't escape or run away.

Ning Han panted heavily, the reddish corners of his eyes were stained with a charming taste, he looked at Wei Yi rather fiercely, with complicated eyes.

Wei Yi was smiling at him, his smile was very clean, his dark eyes seemed to have been washed with water, and there was pure love inside.Even though the wounds on his lips, tongue, and head were bleeding, he didn't care, and he didn't frown too much.

Anyone who comes in at this time will misunderstand the two of them.

With a "ding", the elevator door opened again, and there was no one outside.

Wei Yi glanced at the floor, which happened to be where they were going.

"Here we are, let's go and have a look." He smiled, seeing that Ning Han was not moving in the elevator, he added, "I'm afraid you have to deal with the way you are now."

Ning Han looked at the reddish corners of his eyes and swollen lips in the mirror, and let go of his anger.No matter how he and Wei Yi are, he doesn't have the hobby of letting others see jokes.

Reluctantly following behind Wei Yi, the whole floor was quiet without a single sound.It seems like Wei Yi's preference, he always likes to be alone, besides him and Feng Qiyang, there is no better friend around him.

Realizing what he was thinking, Ning Han felt sullen.He was really overwhelmed by Wei Yi's stimulation, and his mind was almost blown out of anger.Wei Yi is crazy, he doesn't need to be crazy with him.

When he arrived at a door, Wei Yi unscrewed the handle and pushed it, and a bright and spacious office appeared in front of him. The interior decoration was very warm, using a light-colored decoration style, which was simple yet creative. The beige fabric sofa There are also several Q-version pillows, which are more like a home than an office.

Ning Han's mood that hadn't calmed down was even more complicated. He looked at the bright and clean office, but didn't step in for a long time.

"Don't the seniors like it? I'll let them change it." Wei Yi said with a smile.

"No need." Ning Han walked around him, walked to the French windows and looked outside, where he could see the blue sea, white birds, and golden sand, and he could imagine the sound of waves hitting the rocks.

When you are busy, just stop here, you will feel a lot more relaxed, and maybe you will have more inspirations. It is Ning Han's ideal office space.I don't know how Wei Yi thought of it, even though he was curious, he didn't have the desire to explore.

Wei Yi just walked behind him, and he couldn't see his expression, so he knew he liked it.Standing quietly without making a sound, such silent company also made him feel at ease.

The author has something to say: it’s a little short, sorry