After Lao Gong was kidnapped by Aquaman, I drove him crazy

"I have transferred your money to this card. This house was bought by the old couple before they got married. It has nothing to do with you. Although the 'golden house' you bought yourself is the joint property of husband and wife, I think it is dirty. Keep it to yourself."

He stood in front of the sofa, condescending, his voice was extremely calm and decisive.

Silence, dead silence.

He looked at the man. The man lowered his head and looked at the agreement, unable to see the expression on his face.

You can only see the long eyelashes, casting a shadow, like a dry tree shadow reflected on the water in the wilderness, giving people a sense of eerie for no reason.

He swallowed involuntarily, put his hands in his trouser pockets unconsciously, and clenched them into fists.

Restraining his steps to retreat, he stood there firmly, staring straight at the man.

Time passed by, and only the breathing of the two could be heard in the room.

His eyes looked at the man's hand, which was slender and powerful, with a large palm, warm and dry, with thin calluses, which gave people a sense of security.

He will never forget the warm hands that caught him back then.

Give him the hand of redemption.

But now, those hands held someone else's hand, patted someone's shoulder, stroked someone's back, and became someone's salvation.

He couldn't bear it.

"Where did you go yesterday?"

the man asked.

"..."

"Did he touch you?"

He continued to be silent.

The man was also silent.

Then, he saw that those hands picked up the agreement, and the man began to browse.

1 minute, 2 minutes...

After reading the agreement, the man put it on the table, "I don't have a pen, what should I sign?"

"..."

He was supposed to breathe a sigh of relief, but in fact, it was completely contrary to expectations. His body seemed to be frozen in place for an instant, his heart began to beat irregularly, convulsions, and then spread to the whole body, trembling slightly, and finally the convulsions spread to his cheeks and scalp , There were bursts of numbness and coldness.

It took him a while to find his own voice, swallowed the sudden sourness in his throat, suppressed the palpitations and trembling all over his body, and said calmly as much as possible: "Okay."

He turned and walked towards the study, trying to keep his footsteps steady so that he didn't look like a poor man who had lost a battle and fled in panic.

Rummaging aimlessly on the desk, his eyes could no longer focus, he didn't even know what he was doing, and he forgot what he was going to do, like a blind man, his hands were trembling and he was constantly groping for something.

It took a while before he forced himself to calm down.

It turned out that the pen holder was right by his hand.

He took out a pen from inside, held it in the palm of his hand, and clenched it tightly.

Tick, tick, nail pierced into the palm, and blood dripped, but he didn't notice it.

Not even aware of the approaching danger.

Until a hard chest pressed against his back, clasping his hands behind his back with lightning speed.

With a snap, the handcuffs were put on.

Immediately afterwards, he was picked up by a handful, and in a twilight, the scenery in the room quickly flashed past his eyes, and with a touch, he was thrown onto the big bed in the bedroom.

Those hands strangled his neck, and the man knelt beside him, the veins on his forehead popped out, and his eyes were dark as if he wanted to choose someone to devour.

"Did he touch you?"

He reacted, seeing the man's expression like a devil, terrified and palpitating, struggling desperately, "Let me go!"

Naihe's hands were locked behind his back, his legs were suppressed, and he couldn't break free of those hands no matter what.

The man's deep voice roared like thunder from the depths of his throat: "Did he touch you?!"

Under the more forceful restraint and oppression and suffocation, he was irritated instead, and his fear disappeared, and he replied without fear of death: "You, control, no, do it!"

The man was like an erupting volcano. Hearing this, he still grabbed his throat with one hand, tore his clothes with the other, and almost screamed: "He, touch, you, did you?!"

He gritted his teeth and said nothing.

After checking his upper body, the man let go of the hand that was holding his throat, leaned close to his ear, and said with a stern look:

"You want to divorce me and be with someone surnamed Lu?"

The man grinned grimly, turned him over and pressed him on the bed roughly, "You're dreaming!"

Then, he started to pull on his belt, but suddenly stopped.

After a while, the man got up, walked to the study, stayed for a while, walked back, and sat next to him.

Those big warm and dry hands gently wrapped around his.

The explosive volcano turned into a snow mountain with melting ice and snow almost in an instant, and the spring is warm and the flowers are blooming. The light wind and drizzle are extremely gentle.

"Hey, let go." The man coaxed softly.

His hands were still clenched tightly.

The slender fingers tried to open his hand, but they were afraid of using too much force.

"Hey, let go, the nail is sunken, doesn't it hurt? Be good, I'll give you medicine."

pain?

Feel no pain.

Because there is a place that hurts a hundred times, a thousand times more than that.

The man was silent for a while, and wanted to turn him over, but he was resisted, and he only turned half of his body.

His head was buried in the pillow soaked with tears, no matter how hard the man tried, he couldn't come out.

Finally, the man pinched his chin forcefully, turned his face around, and froze.

He glared at the man fiercely.

He hates him, hates him for making himself so embarrassed!

The man chuckled and wiped his face with a pillow towel, "Little slug."

His voice was hoarse, "Go away, tell..." He didn't want to mention that person's name, it was disgusting.

The man shook his head, put his hand on his heart, and touched his lips lightly.

1 minute, 2 minutes...

In his hateful stare, he pressed his palm on his heart, felt his heartbeat, and smiled, "It's beating so fast, and you, too, can't bear to part with me. Little liar."

"Go away!" Taking advantage of the man's inattention, he kicked him, but was blocked, and the grip became tighter.

Afterwards, the man had no choice but to pinch the acupoint of his elbow, relieve the strength in his hand, take the pen out of his hand, break off the bloody palm, gently wipe the iodine to disinfect, apply the medicine, and wrap the bandage .

"That's good."

The man put away the medicine box, stood up, and took out a black box from the bottom of the closet.

Seeing what it was, he looked at the man in disbelief, "Aren't these things thrown away?!"

I saw that pervert sitting by the bed, showing that smile again: "I haven't used it since I bought it, isn't it a pity to throw it away? Besides,"

The lecherous eyes looked at his wrist, "Isn't this a critical moment that comes in handy?"

"roll!"

The ruffian smiled and said: "Don't be like this, since you are husband and wife, you have to fulfill the obligations of husband and wife. What do you think?"

"..."

Forget it, he didn't want to say a word.

From the afternoon until the night, he was extremely tired and drowsy, but that bastard refused to let him go, and he didn't stop until midnight.

In a daze, someone said in my ear, "Little heartless."

He slapped him across the face.

There was a loud snap.

Well, the dream after that was much more peaceful.

He didn't wake up until the next afternoon.

At home, he is the only one.

In the trash can, the divorce agreement was torn to shreds.

The bank card was gone.

After washing in silence, he didn't bother to tidy up the house. He leaned on the bed and picked up his phone, only to find a new text message.

The amount on that bank card was transferred to his account, and it was 200 million more.