Ten years is not too late for a gentleman to marry

Coming out of the elevator dedicated to the president, the passage next to it is an exit that few people use, but reporters can get in everywhere. Not only is the place full of people like the front door, the momentum can be described as overwhelming. Even if a large number of security guards are present, they can only barely Resist, may be breached at any time.

These people don't seem to be here for interviews, but they seem to be here to watch the excitement.

And today there is indeed a lot of excitement waiting for them.

After entering the elevator, Cheng Qiyan pressed 1, and went directly to the ground floor from the 27th floor. In the confined space, neither of them spoke. Tan Yuran, who was talking and laughing just now, suddenly fell silent.

Cheng Qiyan turned back to look at him strangely, only to see Tan Yuran's expression of pain, beads of sweat dripping from his fair face, and his body slowly slid down the inner wall of the elevator.

"What's the matter with you, are you..."

Before saying the word "drug addiction", Cheng Qiyan subconsciously looked up at the surveillance camera on the top. He took off a leather shoe and threw it over, tilting the camera.

He didn't have an ice burial on him, and he felt that it was going to get out of hand.

"Tan Yuran, Tan Yuran, open your eyes and look at me..." Cheng Qiyan tried his best to call Tan Yuran.

But he closed his eyes and sealed himself in purgatory to contend with the beast in his body.The body convulsed uncontrollably, the jaw trembled uncontrollably, the breathing was short and hard, and a new round of suffering began again...

Suddenly, Tan Yuran opened his eyes, and in an instant, his jet-black pupils were as scarlet as blood, reflecting the color of Manzhushahua in a strange way.

Tan Yuran suddenly approached Cheng Qiyan, his whole body filled with a terrifying bloodthirsty aura, "Give me an ice burial...give it to me right away..."

His eyes are fixed on one place, and it seems to be looking at nothingness, with a sense of emptiness that swallows everything.

Cheng Qiyan's heart beat like a drum, racking his brains to think of countermeasures, facing the four iron walls, where to find ice burials.

I just hope that Tan Yuran won't get out of control and cause trouble when he goes out later.

However, he has lost control now, and everything he sees and hears has been distorted.

Seeing that there was no response for a long time, Tan Yuran pushed Cheng Qiyan to the ground and strangled him tightly by the neck.

"Give me—"

The strength of his subordinates is increasing, he can no longer see clearly that the person in front of him is Cheng Qiyan, hallucinations gradually appear in his mind, disrupting all memories, like a phantom running around, bewitching people's hearts.

To kill him, rather than being hated, it is better to go to destruction together before everything is revealed.

kill him, kill him...

There is a lingering voice in my head shouting, which has obviously gained the upper hand.

Time continued minute by minute, there was no oxygen in the lungs for too long, Cheng Qiyan felt a sharp pain in his chest, and the world reflected in his eyes turned gray, in front of the god of death, everything would wither

... He opened his mouth in vain, and stretched his right hand tremblingly towards the corner of Tan Yuran's tear-soaked eyes.

With just one centimeter of skin-skin contact, Tan Yuran's soul seemed to have returned to his body.

He let go of his hand, terrified by his crazy behavior just now, he bit the back of his hand, hoping that the pain would bring him some sobriety, and then tapped the button of the elevator again, looking for the exit.

This impenetrable cage seems to carry people into hell, there is no escape, no escape, and the resoluteness seems to be imprisoned here forever.

The dull sound reverberated in the eardrums and shook the atrium. Tan Yuran kept bumping his head against the wall. Let go, let death bring you relief.

Blood gushes from the hairline and flows down the cheeks along with the tears.

"Tan Yuran, wake up, don't do this...don't do stupid things..."

Cheng Qiyan desperately hugged Tan Yuran's waist from behind, screaming hoarsely, the feeling of distress was more difficult to breathe than being strangled by the neck.

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