Ten years is not too late for a gentleman to marry

That man has become a mystery, and Cheng Qiyan is in the mystery.

Cheng Qiyan didn't want to find out about the world Tan Yuran used to live in, or he was afraid to do so.

All he knew was what Tan Yuran was doing now.

For him, he threw himself into hell again.

Cheng Qiyan is very moderate, he can neither be called kind, nor can he be called evil, and the most basic conscience makes him unable to let go of it after knowing this.

My heart is eagerly seeking an exit, an answer.

Does Tan Yuran really like him...and to this point! ?

Cheng Qiyan put a check with countless zeros on the doctor's desk, then turned up his collar and left.

Some things, just see it, don't try to touch it with your fingers and peel it off.

The telephone in the living room rang loudly.

Cheng Qiyan came out of the bathroom barefoot wrapped in a towel, picked up the phone and put it to his ear, while rubbing his black hair that was dripping with a white towel, "Who is it?"

"It's me... Qiyan, can you come over?"

Cheng Qiyan glanced at the ceiling speechlessly, he wanted to refuse immediately, but hearing Tan Yuran's voice, it was obvious that he was in a state of drug addiction.

"Where's your home?"

Cheng Qiyan wrote down the address with notes, put down the phone, and then sat down heavily in the arms of the sofa. Tomorrow is Sunday, and he thought he could temporarily relieve his tense nerves, which was really annoyed.

It's not that I can't bear it, I just feel that it is a kind of responsibility.

Cheng Qiyan put on his clothes and went out.

It took a lot of twists and turns to be put into that wealthy community.

Cheng Qiyan's car was parked in front of a garden house.

He opened the door with the key card that Tan Yuran gave him earlier, but there was no one inside, and Cheng Qiyan dialed his cell phone.

After waiting for the speaker for a while, someone picked it up.

"I came to your house, where are you?"

"Upstairs..." Tan Yuran's voice seemed to be dying.

"I'm upstairs now."

"No...it's the roof."

Cheng Qiyan shut the phone with a snap, he is a big man, what are he doing on the roof, maybe he wants to jump off the building.

That's right!

Cheng Qiyan climbed up the escalator to the roof, and the night was darker against the backdrop of the dense wall-climbing tigers on the roof.

His eyes searched...

In winter, the crystal snowflakes flutter in the wind, gently falling on the red leaves of creepers, like fireflies in summer, bringing a little light to the dark night.

With this dim light, Cheng Qiyan saw Tan Yuran leaning against the edge of the roof, trembling.

"Are you... are you okay?" Cheng Qiyan said hesitantly.

"I didn't expect you...would come, thank you." Tan Yuran's voice was very low, but it echoed clearly in the air.

Cheng Qiyan sighed and sat beside him.

"Are you sure you're not sick and came here to see the stars?"

Looking up, there are really a few dim stars huddled in the dark blue sky, and there is even a fluffy moon.

"I'm not sick, just a little cold."

"Nonsense, it's snowing, can you not be cold, I think you are very sick."

"No, just now...it was very hot, and then suddenly it became cold again."

Cheng Qiyan felt that he was already unconscious, and it seemed that he couldn't suppress the constant boiling pain in his body.

"Go, follow me back to the house."

Pulling hard, Tan Yuran fell on Cheng Qiyan's shoulder. He wanted to drag him back to the house, but he couldn't. Cheng Qiyan groped on him and found the lighter.

Light it up, and then approach Tan Yuran's right hand suspiciously.

He gasped.

It turned out that this guy had handcuffed himself to an iron chain, his wrists had been ground to a bloody mess, and his fair skin could no longer be seen.

There was a throbbing pain in my heart.

"Hey, where's the key?" Cheng Qiyan patted his cold face, "Give me the key to the handcuffs."

"...I threw it away."