The wicked have their own evil

"I made noodles for you, get up."

Zhang Chi was in a deep sleep, only faintly heard some voices, seeming to be far away, seeming to be like the wind in a blink of an eye.

He pondered over the map yesterday, and didn't fall asleep until early in the morning.

His eyes seemed to be hung with heavy lead, and he couldn't open them all the time. A smile suddenly appeared on his lips, and he subconsciously wrapped his arms around the other's waist with one hand.

Zitong was always like this, when he was sleeping heavily and sleepy, he cooked breakfast for him, and then let out that kind of soft voice with a low cool to talk in his ear.

He murmured: "I'm sleepy, daughter-in-law, call me for breakfast later."

The other party froze for a moment, slapped his hand, and said loudly, "Who is your wife, get up."

Only then did Zhang Chi wake up a little bit, rubbed his eyes, his smile disappeared instantly, "It's you, I thought..."

"Why?" Zhou Yanyang snorted coldly.

Zhang Chi sat up, put his feet on the ground, and scratched the back of his head a little irritably.

Zhou Yanyang only glanced at him, then turned and left.

Zhang Chi pursed his lips, and there was a gloomy look in his eyes.He put on his shoes, walked to the old wooden table, and stared blankly at the drawings on the table.

After watching for an unknown amount of time, he chuckled and sat directly on the chair, with his legs stretched out, his head raised, and his eyes staring at the ceiling as if they were empty.

There was a sudden confusion in his mind, as if there were countless voices ringing in his mind, and he couldn't tell which sentence came first.

"Achi, you don't owe me anything."

"But you have blocked guns for Shen Hua again and again. If you are allowed to go to the Chisha night party this time, how many times do you want to be injured for Shen Hua? Do you still want to die for him?"

"Be careful of those around you."

"I'm in love with you, can't you continue to love me?"

All kinds of voices were mixed in his mind, which was about to become a bomb, and it only took a moment to tear him apart.

"Fuck." Zhang Chi slammed it with one hand, and he threw the blueprint and the bowl of noodles on the ground, and even the shoes were stained with a trace of soup.

Zhou Yanyang felt that he was really crazy.

Zhang Chi had basically blocked his own way, so much so that he felt a little apprehensive about every step he took next.

Zhang Chi's face was gloomy, with a bit of stubble protruding from his face, and he skillfully held the short gun, half-squinting his eyes to hit the small balls in front of him, one after another.

He has never been a docile wild cat, it is nonsense for Zitong to think that he can be locked up until the end of the matter.

Zhou Yanyang always knew that he was crazy, and he restrained himself after following Shen Hua.

Neither Young Master Chen nor Zi Tong's target was him, but he put everything on his body. I really don't know whether it's luck or misfortune.

Zhou Yanyang's head ached and he felt distressed for Fa Xiao who he had known for more than [-] years, but he couldn't persuade him, so he could only sigh slightly.

Suddenly, the mobile phone on the table rang.

Zhang Chi put the pistol on the table, lowered his eyebrows, and looked at the mobile phone number on the mobile phone. It was a series of numbers that he could read out counting down.

He twitched his lips and clicked on the connection.

"Zhang Chi." Zi Tong's voice was still low and cool, but with a hint of hoarseness.

"Huh?" Zhang Chi asked with raised eyebrows.

"Where are you?"

When Zhang Chi heard it, he became playful, and asked with a grin: "Aren't you and Young Master Chen very powerful, and you still can't find me?"

The other party was silent, only heard a slight rapid breathing, and after a while, he asked, "Why did you do this?"

Zhang Chi picked up the gun and played with it, twirled it around his index finger, and said four words, "Sunderbook."

Zitong's face turned cold.

He half-closed his eyes, fired a shot in the front, made a bang, and said with a chuckle: "What to do, you still have the police on your side, chasing me on both sides, I have no way out now."

Zitong rolled his throat and asked in a low voice, "Zhang Chi, are you forcing me?"

"Yes." Zhang Chi admitted decisively.

Zitong's throat seemed to be choked by something, his eyes gradually turned red, and his voice became a little harsh, "Do you have to be right, to be so nice to him?"

When Zhang Chi heard this, he restrained his emotions, and the bottom of his eyes was cold and overflowing with fatigue.There is always an insurmountable gap between him and Zitong in his conversation, which may be why he has to prepare for the worst.

Zitong clearly found out the past between him and Shen Hua, but he pressed him one after another, two and three times, as if he wanted to explode the restless little explosive in his heart.

"Hmm." Zhang Chi chuckled a few times, as if trying to annoy him, "Could it be that I'm a coward in your eyes? I hide in a corner and do nothing, and wait for your business to end before I come out and shout again, baby , you did a great job, what do you think of me?"

Zi Tong stiffened his hands and asked, "What else do you want to do?"

"You should know what I want to do," Zhang Chi said flatly: "Today Yanyang said that I was crazy, I thought about it, and it seems to be true, but it has nothing to do with you, I drove myself crazy, you know, a A madman can really do anything."

"I should," Zitong spoke slowly, chewing his teeth, "lock you up again."

"You have done it," Zhang Chi tilted his head and said with a smile, "but it didn't work, but you can guess what I want to do next."

Zitong was panicked, he was already quiet and reticent, and he had only a few words to threaten. He knew what Zhang Chi wanted to do next.

"You can not……"

"No what?" Zhang Chi asked with raised eyebrows.

"This is Shen Hua's own fault, not you, Zhang Chi." Zi Tong's voice was very soft, with unbearable pain, "Why do you insist on forcing me?"

Zhang Chi was silent for a while, and pulled his lips, "You think I'm crazy."

The sadness and gloom in Zitong's heart came to his throat, and he couldn't help but sneered a few times, "Then what am I, what you said about spending your whole life together is all lies, even if I sent you Injury, you still choose them."

Zhang Chi was silent.

"Speak." Zitong said angrily.

"What else do you want me to say, is it right?" Zhang Chi said with a wry smile: "Zitong, you don't know where the gap between us is, you have been hiding and deceiving me from the beginning to the end, Chen The young master has been teasing my brother behind my back, but you don't care..." He paused for a while, his voice was calm, but there was always a bit of astringency, "Have you seen Chen, have you seen Yiyang, which one of them have you never seen? Ever? Didn't they treat you with sincerity? Well? But what did you do to them?"

Every brother followed him with all his heart, laughing and calling him boss.

But how did he treat them?

Thinking of this, his eyes suddenly became sore.It was he who lost his eyes and almost killed them.

Besides, he still owed Shen Hua his life.

Zitong asked: "Did you even disregard Shen Hua's life by doing this?"

Until now, Zitong is still trying to threaten him.

Zhang Chi pulled his lips, rubbed his tired forehead, and said flatly: "Sunderbook is not a place for people to stay. You might as well kill him directly if you push him there."

"You come back, I can consider..."

"Where are you going?" Zhang Chi sneered, and the subject slipped away, his voice was deep and intimate, "I said baby, are you still following my phone address?"

Zitong's body froze, and the back of his hands stiffened unknowingly, as if he was trying to stop something.

"Based on your abilities, it's probably coming soon, but it's a bit late now, you have to let me sleep well first, if there's anything else to do," Zhang Chi paused for a moment, then suddenly said, "See you tomorrow at Huxiao Pier."

As soon as he finished speaking, he hung up the phone directly, took out the calling card, and threw it aside.He didn't say a word, staring at the phone with his dark eyes.

Tomorrow, he thought, should be over.