The singer of the entertainment circle is not a human being

When Shen Moyan took off his clothes, it was Wang Ye's men who had already rushed into the studio. Those innocent employees were beaten to the ground and compared to their heads with baseball bats and steel pipes. It is impossible to predict whether the night will be dead or injured.

He can throw Wang Ye down and rush out now, and let Shen Muyun accompany him to the studio to save people, or he can backtrack and use Wang Ye's life to force the man in black to stop. Don't care if these employees live or die, let the other party start performing casually.

But he knew very well in his heart that it was useless.Not to mention how the other party will deal with those employees when he rushes out and arrives now, even if he puts a knife on Wang Ye's neck now, that lunatic will really be indifferent.

Shen Moyan accepted his fate. There were many times in his life when he was forced to do so, and there were many times when he was determined not to bend over, but now when he looked up at the man with gloomy eyes in front of him, he suddenly felt that many insistences were meaningless. It doesn't make sense in Liangqing, and even the so-called self-esteem and principles seem extremely ridiculous at this moment.

He chose to get to this point, and he made it to this point. Wang Ye is right, it's just a matter of playing with others, and they will leave after a word. How can there be such a cheap thing in the world.

The debt he owed, he deserved to pay it back.

"That's right, quite obedient." Wang Ye crossed his legs, sat on the single sofa and looked at his body back and forth with explicit eyes, and the corners of his mouth could not help but evoke a cruel arc.

"You said that your face looks like a woman, and even the skin on your body is so like a woman. What's the use of the thing between your legs? How about I cut it for you? How about it?"

Shen Moyan trembled subconsciously, closed his eyes and stopped looking at him, and didn't make any more sound.

"What? Don't talk? Don't want to talk to me?" Wang Ye pulled him fiercely, pinched his vitals, and his tone was full of hatred and contempt: "Didn't you still pretend to be a saint when you lied to me? Why don't you continue pretending now?! Let me continue pretending!"

Shen Moyan couldn't help moaning in pain, bit his lower lip tightly not to resist his continued tyranny, and the nails of his clenched fist pierced his palm in an instant.

"Shen Moyan, how do you think I fell in love with you?" Wang Ye ran his fingers across his delicate skin, with a little confusion on his expression: "I didn't like men at all in the past, but why would I do everything for you?" What about stupid things? Could it be true as you said, because I am the reincarnation of Xue Shaoqing? Could it be that this is my fate?"

He looked at the man's face that he was trying to endure and suddenly felt glaring. Why did he have this expression when he was with him? He obviously enjoyed seeing Xue Shaoqing in his dream, didn't he?Because I am a fake!Is a surrogate the only way to get this response? !

"Bitch!" Wang Ye violently pushed Shen Moyan to the ground, his face twisted ferociously with anger, he remembered everything he saw in that dream, how men used to depend on others, how men used to give sincerely!What about him!What does he have? !Has he ever gotten a little bit of sincerity from Shen Moyan!

Only he himself is that complete fool!Only himself!

Even with the floor heating turned on, Shen Moyan's naked body still felt a little cold, and his limbs couldn't help curling up together, waiting for the other party's intensified torture.

"Why didn't you respond?! Could it be that you didn't respond to what I did?!" Wang Ye grabbed the man's hair and forced him to look at him, eyes closed and eyelashes fluttering. At this point, who is more pitiful?

"Go to the past now! I'm going to kill you tonight!" He seemed to have no choice but to prove his existence in this way.

Wang Ye dragged Shen Moyan all the way and threw Shen Moyan to the ground, his body immediately covered the opponent's skin. There was no tenderness, let alone any lingering. croon.

how nice.At times like this, he is not the only one who is in pain, and he is not the only one who hurts his heart. If Shen Moyan can't remember himself because of love, then can the pain now make men more or less leave something that belongs to him alone in his heart? He, Wang Ye, was alone.

The whole process was not pleasant at all, the two were more like tearing and pulling, mixing all the hatred and despair into the flesh, watching each other struggle and torment, it seemed that the little black hole in their hearts could be slightly filled.

After the end, Shen Moyan was thrown under the bed like a rag, and there were still some bloodstains on the bed sheet, mixed with unknown liquid, which was not very beautiful and warm.

Wang Ye lit a cigarette, and sat on the bed, his eyes were blurred and he couldn't find the focus. This scene didn't seem to dissipate the depression in his heart.

"Shen Moyan." He looked under the bed with a puzzled look on his face. What was the man who was motionless like a corpse thinking at the moment?What have you been thinking for so long?

"Do you hate me?" Wang Ye's voice was a little dry, and he clenched his fists to suppress his uneasiness: "I treat you like this, do you hate me so much?"

"Why don't you talk? Are you planning not to talk to me in the future?" He looked at the man with some anxiety in his tone. Shen Moyan was lying on the ground all the time. Could there really be any problem?

He recalled the behavior just now in his mind, and suddenly felt afraid, was he really going too far?Did he make Shen Moyan feel bad?

Wang Ye quickly got out of bed and ran to Shen Moyan, squatting down cautiously, he didn't seem to know where to place his palms, as if the man in front of him was a porcelain doll, and he would be torn apart and cut if he touched it lightly. Own.

"Shen Moyan, are you okay? Are you uncomfortable?" He wanted to help him up, but the man remained motionless, his long black hair covered his cheeks, and he couldn't see the other person's expression clearly.

"Shen Moyan? Shen Moyan!" Wang Ye couldn't bear it anymore, hugged the man in his arms, and used his hands to remove the cover of his hair, with a flustered expression: "How are you? How do you feel now?"

Shen Moyan was forced to open his eyes, and the young man who entered the target was sweating on his forehead, as if he really cared about himself, as gentle as they were when they were the best in the past.

The tearing pain on his body hadn't passed yet, and he seemed to be able to hear the sound of flesh exploding and healing. This tactile sensation reminded him of what happened just now.

"Shen Moyan, look at me and say something? May I take you to the hospital?" Wang Ye asked anxiously.

He grinned, his eyes lingering on this expression and he couldn't bear to move his eyes away, but something different came out of his mouth.

"Wang Ye, you can find a way to kill me, I'm dead, everyone can be relieved."