Ten years is not too late for a gentleman to marry

His body is not used to accept any man, this kind of behavior is undoubtedly a double trample on his dignity and body, Cheng Qiyan's body is constantly trembling, he is really scared, but as a man, of course he will not bite his tongue Suicide to win the title of a chaste and martyr.

"Xiaoqi...you are so beautiful..." Wei Fei's scorching breath burned Cheng Qiyan's rationality. He unbuttoned his shirt while rubbing against Cheng Qiyan's body,

"Don't call me Xiaoqi, from now on, I will never have you as a friend..." Cheng Qiyan's voice was trembling, but he said every word firmly.

Wei Fei snorted coldly, and took further action. There was no one on the yacht, and it seemed that disaster was inevitable. Cheng Qiyan closed his eyes and didn't say a word. He didn't expect that they would have this day, and what they would develop into in the future. Well -- Wei Fei didn't let him think about other things, and teased his limp and drooping avatar with his own hardness, Cheng Qiyan's will was bit by bit worn down, and he could not hold back his moans.

Suddenly, there was a sound from the door of the room, and Wei Fei and Cheng Qiyan looked over at the same time. For a moment, as if a raging fire was enclosed in a black space, Wei Fei frowned displeasedly and looked at the person standing at the hatch. Then he got off Cheng Qiyan, pulled up his pants, zipped them up, and asked coldly, "What are you doing here?"

Liu Yin, who was wearing a police uniform, was nailed to the spot, his eyes fixed on the scene on the bed, his eyes were full of shock and anger, but instead of anger, he smiled and took off his hat, "Of course I'm here Watch this rare live erotic palace!"

Liu Yin smiled bleakly. In fact, he came to Erhai to handle the case. He didn't expect to see Wei Fei just now, so he sneaked onto the yacht. He didn't expect to see such a scene. Treating him with heart and soul, but in exchange for such a result, Liu Yin glanced at the embarrassed Cheng Qiyan, knowing that he was forced by Wei Fei, but his eyes were still full of contempt.

Cheng Qiyan put away that shameful posture, turned over and got up from the bed, bit the tie on his hand, untied himself, then got off the bed, put on his pants, and wrapped the torn and broken jacket around his body.

The three of them faced each other silently, and Wei Fei didn't show any shame on his face. He could see his strong chest and strong waist through his open shirt, but his demeanor was lazy. He lit a cigarette and exhaled smoke indifferently. Just like his attitude towards Liu Yin.

Liu Yin was so angry that he almost blurred his vision, he blinked, then nodded again, "Okay, I'm a fucking bitch, I've been bitch for half a year, but let's stop here."

I knew things well, but I didn't have the courage to cut them off. Now that I saw it with my own eyes, I could extinguish my wishful attachment. Otherwise, Liu Yin would slap himself twice if he didn't want to.

Liu Yin picked up the hat on the table, put it on his head, and strode away. Cheng Qiyan wanted to say something, but he didn't have any position to speak. Of course, he could see the relationship between Liu Yin and Wei Fei. He wanted to It would be a good thing for Liu Yin to break off his relationship with Wei Fei. Presumably Liu Yin didn't know that Wei Fei planned the pacemaker case last time. If he knew that he rescued a criminal from prison with his own hands. , maybe he will never forgive himself for the rest of his life, Cheng Qiyan thought, then never know...

Liu Yin was about to get off the yacht, but suddenly ran into Tan Yuran who was coming back. He looked vigilantly at the room inside the yacht, then bypassed the policeman and rushed inside.

"Qiyan!" Tan Yuran saw Cheng Qiyan's scarred upper body and his red and swollen half of his face at first glance. "What’s wrong with you?"

Cheng Qiyan shook his head, and said calmly: "I'm fine..." Then he followed the open hatch and saw Di Fei who was thrown on the yacht - in the night, he couldn't see his expression, but the model His slender body was lying down on the yacht.

Tan Yuran held Cheng Qiyan's face and rubbed the corner of his mouth distressedly, and then out of the corner of his eye, he saw another person in the room——Wei Fei and Tan Yuran's eyes met, just like the last time in court, the meaning contained in it , only they themselves understand.

The mess in the room, and the traces on Cheng Qiyan's body, anyone with a little imagination should know what's going on. Tan Yuran approached Wei Fei, like a colorful boa constrictor approaching a fierce tiger, two completely different things. Creatures, however, exude the same dangerous signals, one frightening and the other chilling.

They stared at each other, you don't know when a war will break out between them, the surrounding air seems to be frozen because it is ready to go.

Tan Yuran narrowed his eyes dangerously. Suddenly, he raised his pistol and pointed it at Wei Fei's head, as if he didn't mind killing Xinyu's president here.

Wei Fei looked at the dark muzzle of the gun as usual, and there was even a faint smile on the corner of his mouth. The ferocious right side of his face made people feel that a monster would break through his handsome skin and destroy everything in the next moment. Getting up from the chair and standing up, Tan Yuran also raised the muzzle of the gun, pointing at Wei Fei's vitals without moving.

Needle drop can be heard in the space, and an unknown world seems to be beating tense drumbeats. Tan Yuran moved his thumb, opened the safety, and pulled the bolt. In an instant, the gunshot sounded, shaking the air, like waking up a dormant pendulum.

Both Tan Yuran and Wei Fei were shocked. They rushed out of the hatch as fast as they could, and stared dumbfounded at what happened on the other side of the yacht.

Cheng Qiyan was holding a pistol that came from nowhere, and the person on the other side of the gun was the injured Di Fei. He was covering his waist, with blood gushing out from the gap between his five fingers, looking at Cheng Qiyan in horror. On the verge of desperation, he retreated to the white fence on the edge of the yacht, bowing his body in pain.

"Nachihiko!"

"Little Seven..."

Tan Yuran and Wei Fei called Cheng Qiyan at the same time, but he turned a deaf ear to the yelling behind him. His figure stood there upright, like a warrior who would cut everything with a knife in the night, and he pulled the trigger three times decisively and fiercely. After three gunshots, the bullets hit Di Fei's body without exception. He was shot in the stomach, chest, and arm, and blood bloomed dazzling flowers around the holes of the guns.

Di Fei's body leaning against the fence was already unsteady. Against the luxurious and flickering neon lights of the port behind him, Di Fei spat out a big mouthful of blood, and then fell back into the sea.

The sound of water splashing sounded, and in the endless deep sea, there was a life that was sleeping forever.

Cheng Qiyan lowered his arms, looked back at the two men behind him, with a bright and cold smile on his face.

Two panicked shouts sounded again, Cheng Qiyan fainted, maybe the tight string in his mind was finally loosened, he fell into a deep sleep, never had a peaceful sleep, but his right hand was always clenched. Holding the gun, no one could break his hand away, as if it was the source of his stability.

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On the day before returning to Beidu, Cheng Qiyan came to the seaside alone. He came to Erhai for a week. He has never seen the beautiful scenery here so comfortably. Did he start in Beidu and end up in this city surrounded by sea water?

Cheng Qiyan shook his head, and walked on the beach with bare feet. After walking for a while, he looked back and saw that the footprints he stepped on the beach just now had been wiped away by the waves and disappeared, as if he had lost everything along the way.

He looked down at the ground, kicked a shell on the beach, and the surging and fast-running sea water washed over his insteps. Cheng Qiyan lowered his head and looked at the pistol in his hand. The pistol of life.

The pure black body of the gun is handcrafted and feels particularly textured. This is a revolver that can hold a total of six bullets, four of which were fired at Di Fei. Now, there are still two bullets left in the chamber. .

Cheng Qiyan spread his palms and threw the two fake bullets on the shore. After a while, the tide swept in and took the two bullets away together.

Yes, fake bullets!The fake bullets that can make deafening noises, but are not lethal, were specially put in by Cheng Qiyan—the four fake bullets and the burst blood bag on Di Fei’s body perfectly fooled everyone’s eyes. At that moment, Cheng Qiyan almost thought that he killed his wife and enemy with his own hands.

However, everything is not over yet. Now, Di Fei should swim ashore somewhere.

When Cheng Qiyan chose to be with Tan Yuran, he went through a lot of psychological struggles. From the very beginning, he wanted to take a gamble, and feelings are like poured water. When Cheng Qiyan opened the gate of feelings, the only request he made to Tan Yuran was That is: please don't lie to me.

But the facts proved that one fake show after another came to an end, and behind the scenes, the backstage was still a fake show.

Cheng Qiyan is really in love, but he is not a fool who is dazzled by love, he will never allow such an ignorant handing over of his heart to others, so - he creates false appearances in order to get the truth, this is what he learned from Tan Yuran come!

In the wooden attic not far away, a man in casual clothes walked out. Cheng Qiyan put the gun in his pocket and waved at the man.

Under the blue sea and blue sky, two men were walking hand in hand.