The Boss Is in a Bad Mood Again

"Just you?"

Song Hou laughed, "A person who almost died in my hands?"

He turned around with a smile and glanced at the person standing at the top of the stairs, with envy flashing in his eyes, "You have to remember what I told you, and you have to bear the same price for making this choice."

Han Yi's heart tightened, and Song Hou had already left as soon as his lips parted.

Han Jingyun!

Han Yi quickly went downstairs to chase Song Hou, but the people who were going to the door stopped him. Without too many words, he already understood that the only person he could ask for now was Zhou Yunshen, who had moved from Song Hou's golden silk cage to Zhou Yunshen's golden cage In a silk cage.

Zhou Yunshen was smoking a cigarette on the sofa with his feet crossed, he didn't even look at Han Yi, but he felt that all the bones in his body were stiff.

"Jing Yun is still in his hands."

"Oh?"

Han Yi clenched his fists tightly. He never thought that talking to Zhou Yunshen would become so difficult. Every request he made to him seemed so shameful.

"Please save Jing Yun."

With a chuckle of sarcasm, Han Yi persisted in looking at him, fearing that if he lowered his head, he would miss the chance to save Han Jingyun.

"Please."

He said: "The fault is mine, not his, he is just a child."

"Why do you think I will save him? Why should I take risks for your son? Isn't it enough for a forest to die in your hands?"

He said the last sentence very slowly, like a saw slowly sawing his back, and Han Yi's blood faded away.

"Han Jingyun's blood," he said nonchalantly, "is to pay homage to Lin Zi's dead soul."

"Zhou Yunshen!"

He was furious, "He's just an innocent child! You should avenge Linzi's vengeance to me, and sacrifice Linzi. You use my flesh instead of blood, and don't do Jingyun's business."

"But he is of no use to me," his eyes were filled with sarcasm. "What can he do? A slave in bed? A pawn in battle?"

"Someone told me that killing someone directly is the lowest form of revenge, and the happiest revenge is to crush everything that the enemy cherishes little by little, so that you can see him in more pain and despair than death." After a pause, he asked He asked, "Is Han Jingyun your most important person?"

"When he dies, you will suffer, and you will feel worse than death. In this way, I will feel happier."

Han Yi is just an ant to him, and he can destroy his entire sky with a light touch.

Zhou Yunshen's eyes paused for a moment on his face, as if he got up after appreciating his despair and felt dull, as if he wanted to leave.

Song Hou is a lunatic, especially when Han Yi is provoking him. After following Zhou Yunshen again, he will completely lose control. Han Jingyun is with him, and his life will be in danger at any time. Maybe he will soon receive a letter from Song Hou for revenge. Knuckle fingers, a video of torture Han Jingyun...

Han Yi's mind seemed to explode, he couldn't imagine what would happen to him when what he guessed became reality and appeared in front of him, he couldn't let this happen.

He bent his knees and knelt heavily.

The dull sound made Zhou Yunshen stop. Han Yi lowered his head, like a trapped beast that resigned himself to his fate and didn't want to struggle at all, begging him humbly, "Save him, I will do whatever you ask me to do."

"Even to die?"

"Even to die."

"Han Yi, didn't Song Hou teach you? Beg for help," he said, "Be kind of beg for help."

Han Yi looked up at the man's tall back, his broad shoulders seemed to be able to support the sky.He knelt behind him, and he was in front of him like a mountain.

Zhou Yunshen would not give him too much time, Han Yi only paused for a moment before raising his hands to unbutton his clothes.

He undid the buttons one by one, and took off his clothes to reveal his thin body.The clothes landed on the carpet almost silently, the buttons of his trousers were unbuttoned, and he bent down to take them off little by little.

In front of Zhou Yunshen and his four subordinates, every minute and every second, every movement of undressing was a humiliation to him, even the air seemed to be laughing at him.

Laugh at his lowliness, laugh at his lowliness.

Han Yi, who only had a pair of underwear left, stood behind him, without too much hesitation, he began to take off, and Zhou Yunshen threw the half-burnt smoke to the ground, and the leather shoes crushed him. He suddenly yelled: "Get out! "

The four men withdrew immediately, Zhou Yunshen still turned his back to him, and he was still bent over, like a sculpture in the air, looking ironic and funny.

"You used this method to beg Song Hou back then, right?"

Zhou Yunshen said indifferently: "Do you think I will meet another man who climbed over another man's bed?"

His voice was clearly steady, but Han Yi felt it was sharp and piercing. He said, "You are too dirty."

"Yes."

Han Yidao: "Boss Zhou is right."

"I beg Mr. Zhou to save my son."

Zhou Yun smiled deeply, and left without saying a word to Han Yi.

Without agreeing or refusing, he almost stripped off like a clown.

Han Yi hadn't gone out since Zhou Yunshen left, maybe he couldn't go out even with his people guarding the door, maybe he expected that he was the only one who could help him now so he wouldn't leave.

No matter which one it is, he is now pinched to the slightest.

There is no food in the villa, and Han Yi is not in the mood to eat. He sits on the sofa, clasping his hands nervously, and staring at the direction of the door. The sky is getting darker, and winter nights come earlier. Even the soul floats outside this house.

When he came back to his senses, the house had been invaded by darkness, and the darkness occupying every part of the house was clamoring and showing off its territory. Han Yi seemed like an incompatible intruder.

His stomach was growling and he didn't want to move. The fact is that even if he searched the apartment, he couldn't find a biscuit or a grain of rice. This place is like a coffin without temperature, imprisoning the walking dead with dead hearts.

I don't know how long it has passed, maybe it was late at night, maybe it was early in the morning, the door opened suddenly, a tall figure came in and the room lit up instantly, a little dazzling, Han Yi narrowed his eyes slightly, and a child followed the man.

"father!"

Han Yi almost ran over. His legs and feet were numb and he almost knelt on the ground and hugged Han Jingyun into his arms, as if he wanted to embed him into his blood.

Zhou Yun looked at the father and son with cold eyes, and Han Yi raised his head to meet his eyes, his bloodshot eyes were full of gratitude for his gaze, and there were tears in his eyes.

"Thank you."

The cheerful call of the mobile phone broke Zhou Yunshen's silence. He picked it up, and Han Yi quickly captured the tenderness that flashed across his face when he saw the caller, and the moment he picked it up, he called softly: "Ruan Ruan .”

Like the person on the other end of the phone is his most precious person.

Han Yi's heart trembled, and the body holding Han Jingyun trembled slightly.