Ten years is not too late for a gentleman to marry

Liu Yin stood still, and at this moment, a figure cast from the doorway was drawn long and deep by the light, and every slight sound it made was like a ghost coming.

At the same time, Liu Yin breathed a sigh of relief. It turned out that he wasn't calling himself, but thought he had been discovered.

He paid attention to the movement in the house, and vaguely saw the face of the person who came——

Cheng Qiyan stood up and met the eyes of the man at the door in a parallel position.

The man has a pair of deep eyes, like a dead grave, sharp but lonely, his facial features are deep and handsome, from the brown hair, it can be seen that he has some foreign blood, his body is fit, his limbs are slender, and he looks like a Buddha. A sniper ready to go.

Ten years ago, in this dormitory, they were bunk beds, the man came prepared, and Cheng Qiyan recognized him at a glance.

"Wei Fei!"

"Xiaoqi." There was a smile in Wei Fei's voice. After many years of blankness, he still called Cheng Qiyan as a student.

That seems to be a very distant era, like a real movie, but it can't be connected with the present. Cheng Qiyan's marriage is like a dream. He holds the hand of his lover and enters the dream. The moment he wakes up, he loses a lot. , separated relatives, looking around, those friends who can confide in their hearts have disappeared, including Wei Fei.

Cheng Qiyan sighed a little... "Ha, I'm already very old, don't call me Xiaoqi Xiaoqi, it sounds weird."

"Then what do I call you, Seventh?"

"Forget it, you can call it whatever you like...Hey, why did you ask me to come here by beating around the bush?"

Wei Fei was silent for a while, then Fang opened his mouth and said, "Reminiscing about the old days, can't you?"

Cheng Qiyan's emotions suddenly fell into a freeze, and he said suddenly: "The 7 murders were caused by you?"

"Yes."

"Yes?" Cheng Qiyan sneered, "Hmph, the answer is really straightforward, seven human lives can't stir up any ripples in your eyes!"

There was a smile on Wei Fei's face, but there was no warmth, "Is it cold-blooded, Xiaoqi, you are always so kind, but you should remember one sentence, kindness is not for everything, if you always don't have the heart, you will lead wolves into the house."

"What do you mean?"

Cheng Qiyan was evading from the beginning, not to investigate whether the murder case was caused by himself, but the answer is close at hand, why can't you stop watching or listening?

"I heard that you live with Tan Yuran?" Wei Fei asked Cheng Qiyan the question.

"You know him?"

"Hehe, I have admired your name for a long time!"

"What do you want to do to him, or do you want to destroy Chen Miao?"

"If so, which side would you be on?" Wei Fei teased.

"Stop it, even if you use innocent lives as weights, the scales on both sides will only get heavier and heavier, you can't do anything to him." Cheng Qiyan suddenly calmed down, there is no such thing as a skewed scale in the world.

"In the face of hatred, there is no innocence." Wei Fei emphasized his tone, his deep voice was full of the haze of destruction, he turned to look at Cheng Qiyan, stretched out his right hand, and pushed aside the brown bangs obliquely covering half of his face, completely revealing The whole face.

Wei Fei has a perfect silhouette, a handsome left face that makes people unable to take their eyes off...but the right face without bangs is so ugly!

No, it should be said to be appalling.

Cheng Qiyan couldn't help taking a breath.

It was a disfigured grimace.

Ferocious scars stretched from Wei Fei's straight nose bridge to his forehead, and the muscles around the eyeballs were tangled, strange and terrifying, as if he had been scratched by the claws of a wild beast.

Beauty and ugliness form such a stark contrast on the same face.

Cheng Qiyan instinctively took a step back, already too shocked to speak.