prisoner of love

The man in the suit neatly packed Li Yanqi's clothes and computer, walked up to Li Yanqi and asked, "Sir, is there anything else I need to bring?"

Li Yanqi just lay with his back to them and didn't speak.

The man in the suit wanted to ask again, but the other one elbowed him to signal him not to ask.

"What are you doing to me?" the number one man in the suit whispered.

No. [-] man in suit: "Boss Zhou didn't ask me to bring anything else."

"But this is this gentleman's home, you have to ask..."

"Okay, okay, you can move your things down first."

The number one man in the suit had no choice but to carry his suitcase and computer bag. He had just walked to the door of the living room when he was suddenly stopped.The two of them looked at the person sitting up from the sofa at the same time.

"Please give me back my photo album, is that okay?" Li Yanqi's voice was a little low, but he pronounced his words clearly, his face was full of haggardness and paleness that could not be concealed, which made people feel a little unbearable.

"Sir, these things are all yours, and they will be returned to you when we get to the new residence." The second man in the suit said respectfully.

"Hey? Isn't the photo album taken away by Mr. Zhou?" the number one man in a suit asked honestly and answered.

No. [-] man in a suit: "..." I really want to clean up Mr. Zhou's house.

"Oh, I see, thank you." Li Yanqi lowered his eyes, sat on the sofa with his hands clasped, like a child who couldn't find his favorite toy.

The second man in the suit took a deep breath, turned to Li Yanqi and said, "Sir, let's go, we're going to the hospital now."

"What are you going to do?" Li Yanqi was absent-minded, always thinking about how Fang Jing is doing now, and whether Zhou Song has done anything to her.

"Mr. Zhou said that you hurt your head, go to the hospital."

The word "Mr. Zhou" irritated Li Yanqi, so he raised his eyes to stare at the man in the suit, then smiled, "No."

The man in the suit panicked, "Sir, please be considerate of us, if you don't go, we will be finished if Mr. Zhou finds out."

Li Yanqi looked at the house where he had lived for four years, and said lightly: "I understand you, so who will understand me? Go and tell your Mr. Zhou that he personally taught me not to be one." "Weak" people, he taught me the truth, and now I use it on his subordinates, this is fairness, the fairness he bestowed on me."

After Li Yanqi finished speaking, he took a last look at the house, got up and left.

The man in the suit quickly followed.

Li Yanqi staggered down the stairs. The pain from the wound and the discomfort in his heart made him feel dizzy. Now he has only one thought: escape from here, escape from this city, and don't want to see him again. Zhou Song is even more afraid of meeting Fang Jing again, he doesn't know how to face the old man.

Thinking in a daze all the way, one of his feet accidentally stepped on the ground. Following the exclamation of the man in the suit, Li Yanqi only felt the world spinning for a while, and he rolled down the steps...

He rolled for a whole floor before stopping. Fortunately, he quickly covered his head. Apart from stares in his eyes, he was still awake. He was lying on the concrete steps panting, his nose sniffing the smell of dust, and there was a smell in his mouth. There was a faint smell of blood, and he didn't let out a sound until the man in the suit hugged him up in panic.

"Sir! Are you okay?! Don't scare me!" The man in the suit was sweating down his back, looking at Li Yanqi in panic.

Li Yanqi took a deep breath, and the pain suddenly invaded him, knees, elbows, back, and that place of shame... the pain seemed to swallow him.

The man in the suit carefully checked that the person was not injured, and he couldn't care about anything else. He hugged Li Yanqi and ran down. He only knew that if something happened to this person today, he would be completely finished.

Li Yanqi groaned in pain, the wind whistling in his ears told him that he was moving fast, but the pain increased instead of decreasing, why not throw himself to death all at once?If he died, he would be relieved, he would not have to try his best to escape, and he would not have to endure so many insults, why should he be in such pain... as if he was going to be broken.

There was a vague conversation in my ear: "What's wrong?!"

"Don't ask, put the back seat down quickly! Go to the hospital!"

"Didn't he be fine just now?! Why did he just faint?!"

"Don't fucking talk nonsense! Did it work?! Later, Mr. Zhou skinned both of us!"

"..."

Li Yanqi was finally overwhelmed, his eyes darkened and he passed out.