After being imprisoned by a sickly enemy, I was reborn

There are no windows in the room, there are cold furniture everywhere, toys piled up in a mess, and the pale light fills every corner of the place, which is completely lonely like a utility room.

It's just that this utility room is very clean and spotlessly clean... because its owner is Lu Chenzhao, a beautiful man who is obsessed with cleanliness and crazy.

The disordered breathing was heavy and depressing, the few furniture was crumbling, and an empty wheelchair was placed on the bright red carpet, and a man in a white bathrobe was lying down under the wheelchair.

Lu Chenzhao raised his hand to loosen the dark blue tie knot. His black woolen coat was hanging on the golden nanmu coat rack at the entrance of the villa. At this time, he was only wearing a light gray shirt, which outlined his broad shoulders symmetrically. A good figure with a narrow waist and slender and straight thighs steadily approached the man on the ground.

"Hey, Jiang Yu, wake up, don't play dead for me."

Lu Chenzhao smiled arrogantly, and lightly kicked Jiang Yu's lower abdomen twice with the toe of his leather shoes polished so that the mirror surface reflected.

However, the man lying on the ground did not respond at all.

Lu Chenzhao suddenly panicked, with the tip of his tongue pressed against his cheek, and his lowered eyes swept the man from head to toe. His eyelashes were long and long, and the top-to-bottom light cast a thick arc shadow under his eyes.

"That's enough... baby, I'll be mad if I do it again."

Lu Chenzhao raised his thin lips lightly, showing a sneer, and spoke calmly, but the man remained motionless.

Immediately, he pursed his lips tightly again, his deep blue eyes were cold and terrifying.

His eyes used to be Jiang Yu's favorite part, because just looking at them can make people fall, but now, his beautiful eyes will only make Jiang Yu shudder, wishing to hit the wall to die immediately, and don't want to fall into his surgery .

Lu Chenzhao's eyes fell on Jiang Yu's heart inadvertently, the collar of the white bathrobe was loose, and the snow-white skin on his chest was looming.

His heart skipped a beat, he lifted his trouser legs with both hands, and was about to squat down to test the man's heartbeat...

Caught off guard, when he only squatted down, the golf club quickly cut through the air and just hit his head. His eyes suddenly blurred, and he fell back heavily. He could only vaguely see the man in the bathrobe. The man stood up from the ground with a golf club in his hand, and walked towards him step by step, dragging the club, in a victorious posture.

Then, his head hit the ground heavily, and he fell into a complete coma. The wound on his forehead was bleeding, and he slumped to the ground along his fair skin.

The man approached him, gently stroked his cheek with the face of the golf club, and gently rubbed the sole of the club against his chin, and said with a self-deprecating smile: "Lu Chenzhao, I know you have never loved Me, but don't you even have a second heartbeat for me?"

He knew that Lu Chenzhao would not answer him, so he pursed his pink and clear lips tightly.

"I fucking want to kill you."

The man threw down this sentence angrily, but he still couldn't help him. He threw away the golf club and slowly moved towards the iron gate. He had suffered many injuries, and he couldn't stand up a while ago and had to sit in a wheelchair.

So he resorted to tricks, pretending to have a broken leg to make Lu Chenzhao relax his vigilance, waiting so hard for this moment, and escape from this ghostly place when he is not prepared.

This is not a utility room, but a basement, a shady basement.

Jiang Yu came to the living room from the basement. The living room was filled with beige warm light, richly decorated and luxurious furniture. He had no time to appreciate the golden silk cage that Lu Chenzhao made for him, and only walked towards the gate of the villa with a clear goal.

His legs were really hurting, but he had to walk as far as possible before Lu Chenzhao woke up.

There are no servants in this villa, which belongs to the two-person world of him and Lu Chenzhao, but his fingerprints are not recorded in the door lock, and he does not know the password. Only Lu Chenzhao and his secretary and confidant Yin Cheng can freely enter.

Yin Cheng entered the villa mainly to supervise the housekeeping and clean up, and to take care of Jiang Yu himself.

Jiang Yu took Lu Chenzhao's overcoat hanging on the coat rack at the door, wrapped it tightly around his body, put on a pair of cotton slippers, opened the door and left.

The weather in December was so cold that his breath seemed to contain ice slag. It seemed that it had snowed outside not long ago, and there were thin traces of snow on the ground, which shone brightly under the light of the corridor lamp. Jiang Yu stayed in the basement for a long time. It's been too long, and I didn't bring a mobile phone with me, and my sense of direction was completely frozen by the cold wind.

He wrapped Lu Chenzhao's overcoat tightly, and walked forward by instinct. The night was dark, and the street lamps on the street were shining a smoky yellow light.

I don't know how long it took, about ten minutes, maybe half an hour, Lu Chenzhao's eyelids moved slightly, and he struggled to wake up suddenly.

He raised his hand to touch the wound on his forehead, and immediately touched the sticky blood. He sniffed lightly under the wing of his nose with his blood-stained fingertips, and licked it slightly with the tip of his tongue. The smell of blood was very fresh.

He liked the sweet smell of blood, but only if it wasn't his own blood.

The wound on his forehead wasn't too big or deep, Jiang Yu was showing mercy to him, at least he didn't beat him to death.

Jiang Yu... has disappeared from the basement.

"Fuck!"

Lu Chenzhao stood up with a headache, grabbed a few tissues to press the wound, walked out of the open iron door quickly, passed the corridor, and followed the tiled steps to the living room. Only the overcoat and a pair of cotton slippers had obviously disappeared.

He quickly treated the wound with cotton, alcohol, and adhesive tape. He didn't care to put on his coat, took the car keys and mobile phone, and rushed out, turned into the garage, opened the Maybach driver's door, got in the car, started the engine, and drove out with the steering wheel. In the garage, the series of operations were completed in one go, and at the same time, I did not forget to call Yin Cheng:

"Hey, where are you? Jiang Yu ran away, hurry up and send someone to find him for me immediately!"

Jiang Yu buttoned up all the buttons of his coat, and his stiff white fingers were gripping the turned up collar. His hard knuckles were sharp and sharp, and he tried not to expose any gaps in his neck for the wind to penetrate.

He frowned in frustration, regretting that he should have locked the door of the basement when he left the basement. At worst, Yin Cheng would come to the villa to let Lu Chenzhao out until tomorrow morning.

But it was too late to regret it now, he kept walking forward relying on willpower, his legs were only covered by bathrobe and coat, and they were already numb from the cold.

His ears were fairly sensitive, and when he heard the movement of a car behind him, he instinctively told him that Lu Chenzhao was catching up. Even though he was wearing a cotton mop, he could only run forward with all his strength.

Probably because of the injury, Lu Chenzhao felt dizzy again, and his vision was not very clear. Blood was oozing from the wound that was not bandaged, and the blood flowed down the temple. He had no time to pay attention to the injury, and his eyes became deeper and deeper against the pale cheeks. Unpredictable.

He half closed his phoenix eyes, saw the staggering figure in front of him, a faint smile appeared on the corner of his lips, and stepped up the accelerator to catch up.

Jiang Yu's body entered the range of the headlights. He felt powerless and realized that he could not escape Lu Chenzhao's Wuzhi Mountain. With the loud impact, all his thoughts stopped abruptly...