I fell for it after hanging out with scum

A salesman in a suit was waiting outside the car.

Qin Shang turned his head and asked, "Why did you bring me here?"

Fang Zhongjing didn't answer, and walked into the cemetery.

The cemetery is very large, and there is no end to it at a glance.

After walking for a while, the consultant suddenly asked, "Who did you buy the tomb for?"

Qin Shang was stunned, and suddenly turned his head to look at Fang Zhongjing.

Fang Zhongjing asked indifferently: "Who do you think?"

The consultants looked at the refreshed Fang Zhongjing, and then at Qin Shang, who had a sick face, guessed something, and kept silent.

When the consultants walked away, Qin Shang grabbed Fang Zhongjing's wrist, "What did you bring me here for?"

Fang Zhongjing raised his hand and brushed away the snow that fell on Qin Shang's head, "I said before, I will buy a good cemetery to bury you properly."

Qin Shang's breathing became heavier, he shook off Fang Zhongjing's hand, turned to leave, but Fang Zhongjing grabbed his waist with one hand and pulled him back in front of him.

Fang Zhongjing whispered, "Don't tell me you want to bury your urn in a garbage dump after cremation?"

Qin Shang struggled violently, "Let me go!"

Fang Zhongjing pinched Qin Shang's face, and there was a warning in his words, "Be obedient, don't make me unhappy."

Qin Shang stared at Fang Zhongjing, his eyes were bloodshot.

Qin Shang was dragged by Fang Zhongjing to the front of the lawn park, where the shrubs were lined up and heavy snow hung on them.

The consultant said: "According to your requirements, I chose a lawn tomb with good Fengshui, large bays and open surroundings."

Fang Zhongjing said to Qin Shang: "Here is a row, choose which one you like."

Qin Shang buried his head in his collar and remained silent.

Fang Zhongjing asked calmly, "You don't like any of them?"

Qin Shang still didn't say a word.

Fang Zhongjing had a rare patience, "Since we don't like it, let's pick a few more places."

Qin Shang wrapped his coat tightly, his lips trembling slightly from the cold, "I won't choose."

Fang Zhongjing smiled slightly: "Do you think you can survive this way?"

Qin Shang lowered his head, unable to see his expression clearly.

From the beginning to the end, he didn't intend to listen to Fang Zhongjing's mercy.

He wants to live longer than Fang Zhongjing.

Fang Zhongjing sneered: "I said, you can't decide this life."

Fang Zhongjing leisurely came to the grassy tomb, looked at the lying monument at his feet, and then looked up at the surroundings.

After pondering for a moment, he said, "Just here..."

Qin Shang suddenly shouted: "I said, I don't want to choose!"

Fang Zhongjing turned a deaf ear, took out his wallet, held the card with two fingers, and said to the consultants: "Go and swipe the card..."

The consultants looked at the two of them and noticed that the atmosphere was not right, so they took the card and left in a hurry.

Fang Zhongjing put away his wallet, turned around, and a figure came in front of him.

Qin Shang went crazy, rushed over and bit Fang Zhongjing's neck fiercely, his teeth bit the skin, and a strong bloody smell filled his mouth.

Fang Zhongjing didn't feel any pain, and he didn't even frown. He stretched out his hand and easily suppressed Qin Shang.

Qin Shang was pushed down on the lawn, out of breath.

Fang Zhongjing grabbed Qin Shang's hair and made him look up, "Finally can't pretend anymore?"

Qin Shang's chest heaved, his pale lips were stained with Fang Zhongjing's blood, like a withered black rose.

Fang Zhongjing wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his thumb, "Don't be impulsive, pretending to be good is your specialty, take care of it."

Qin Shang panted heavily: "I will never lie in this tomb."

Fang Zhongjing lowered his head and stared into his eyes, "If you don't lie down, I will lie down?"

Qin Shang nodded, "Yes, you lie down."

As soon as the words fell, Qin Shang was slapped across the face.

Fang Zhongjing's tone was as indifferent as ever, "There is always someone who can't live between me and you."

Qin Shang tilted his head, his eyes were red, he smiled and squeezed out his voice, "Then you go to die."

Snowflakes fluttered and fell on the two of them.

Fang Zhongjing turned Qin Shang's face and looked at him, "You said you loved me before, didn't you?"

Qin Shang's heart shook violently.

Fang Zhongjing also said the same thing to him on the day he received the medical examination report for gastric cancer.

It was a rainy day, Qin Shang came back from the hospital and told Fang Zhongjing the bad news.

There is no panic and sadness as imagined, and there is no comfort.

Fang Zhongjing looked at Qin Shang and raised the corners of his mouth.

The truth was finally revealed today.

It turned out that the Fang family raised Qin Shang only to let him be Fang Zhongjing's scapegoat.

Fang Zhongjing pressed Qin Shang, who was trying to escape, under his body, as gentle as ever, "Don't you love me?"

Qin Shang's face was full of tears, he was so choked up that he couldn't speak.

Fang Zhongjing whispered in his ear: "If you love me, just die for me."

That night, Qin Shang was placed in confinement, and the next morning, Jiang Qiao was taken into Fang's house.

The snow on his body melted and seeped into his neckline, Qin Shang pulled away from his memories, the cold wind made him unable to open his eyes.

Qin Shang smiled and said, "I fucking regret falling in love with you a long time ago."

Fang Zhongjing's eyes were slightly cold: "Really?"

He bent his legs, pushed between Qin Shang's legs, and pulled off the chain of his trousers.

At the moment of being penetrated, Qin Shang's eyes widened and his breathing stopped.

"If it weren't for me, you would live worse than a dog." Fang Zhongjing sighed: "An ungrateful thing, treat your benefactor like this?"

Qin Shang wanted to laugh, but his mouth turned into a cough, which was very clear in the cemetery where only the sound of snow could be heard.

If he had known that staying in Fang's house would lead to this end, he would rather beg outside, at least he could save his life.

Qin Shang gasped for breath: "You are not a benefactor, but a murderer."

Fang Zhongjing seemed to hear a joke, "Wrong, you voluntarily died for me."

Qin Shang trembled in pain, clutching the grass beside him, his fingers sinking into the soil.

Fang Zhongjing lowered his head and kissed away the teardrops from the corners of his eyes, "Hey, when you die, I will often come to the cemetery to see you."

When Fang Zhongjing finished enjoying, Qin Shang's clothes were completely wet, and his inner shirt was wet against his skin, cold to the bone marrow.

Fang Zhongjing carried Qin Shang into his arms, and he shrank into his coat, trembling non-stop.

After leaving the cemetery, the consultant handed over the grave certificate respectfully, and couldn't help but glance at Qin Shang in his arms.

Judging by this appearance, he is already terminally ill, and he will not live long.

Fang Zhongjing took the tomb certificate in one hand, and carried Qin Shang into the car.

As soon as Qin Shang got into the car, he climbed to the corner seat and curled up into a ball, wrapping himself even tighter.

Soon, there was a cold object in his hand.

Qin Shang opened his eyes and saw the grave certificate in his hand.

The corner of Fang Zhongjing's mouth curled up, "Keep it well, it will come in handy soon."

Qin Shang tightened his fingers, but he didn't tear up the tomb evidence in front of Fang Zhongjing.

After tearing up this book, Fang Zhongjing can buy him countless more copies.

Qin Shang didn't want to waste his energy doing such unnecessary things, his eyelids were heavy, he turned his head to look out of the car window, and suddenly noticed two men standing under an ancient tree not far away.

Among them, a tall and slender man looked around, quickly stuffed a package of things into the opponent's hand, took the pinky-thick envelope, and sneaked away.

Qin Shang rested his chin, thoughtful.