turn a rival into a wife

The bathrobe on Song Wanting's body was almost completely undone, revealing the body with well-proportioned muscles and smooth skin, emitting a seductive light under the honey-colored light.color.

The big bloody hand pinched half of his cheek easily, forcing his head to lift up a little.

Blood dripped down Song Wanting's body along the back of his hand, like a bright red plum blossom in the snow.

The red plum condensed into beads, and slid down at the last second, dyeing the color of his chest red, and finally hid in the texture of his abdominal muscles.

The light shone in Song Wanting's light-colored eyes, as if a pool of water was floating, and it was more like a puddle of extremely wronged and pitiful tears, which formed a strong contrast with his aggressive face.

And Ren Er's tall body was backlit, casting a shadow on him, his deep and crazy eyes were fixed on Song Wanting, he even used the heaviest effort to breathe, showing a ruthless

Those things on Song Wanting were burning him, his brain, and his heart.

He couldn't bear it anymore, bent down and bit the mark on Song Wanting's neck, Song Wanting frowned immediately, he was really frightened by Ren Er just now, and now he regained his senses a little.

He didn't understand why Ren Er was so angry, and he scolded himself as the kind of person who casually slept with others.

Ren Er bit Song Wanting's neck, he wanted to bite off that piece of meat, but there was still a voice in his head saying no, it would hurt Song Wanting, he couldn't do this.

He looked pained, he even hated Song Wanting a bit, why would he do this kind of thing with others.

He raised his head again, pinched Song Wanting's chin to make him look at him, the blood on his hand was rubbed onto Song Wanting's face, and those eyes stared at him angrily again.

Always be like this!

Song Wanting will always only be angry with herself!

Then kiss me and me with others, until death lingering!

His hand holding Song Wanting was shaking, and he wanted to teach him a lesson, as long as he became his own, no one would touch him again.

He was thinking wildly in his mind.

As long as he becomes his own, whoever dares to touch his own things again, he has a reason to kill the other party.

Yes, that's right.

He has so few things that no one can steal from him.

Song Wanting is his!

The more he thought about it, the more he felt that this was the case. Dazed, he kissed Song Wanting. His hand even pinched Song Wanting's chin. It was a bloody kiss.

Song Wanting was startled by the sudden kiss, and the tip of her tongue seemed to know this regular customer, and she touched it autonomously, until he recovered from the frightened emotion and began to struggle hard.

But he couldn't push Ren Er, and his fist hammered on his back several times, Ren Er remained motionless as if he couldn't feel the pain.

He had no choice but to stare at Ren Er's tongue and bite Ren Er's tongue fiercely, the strong smell of blood spread, Ren Er finally calmed down, his eyelids lifted up, revealing those stubborn red eyes, staring with little emotion With Song Wanting.

Song Wanting felt a chill, which made his skin crawl.

Ren Er straightened up slowly, blood was dripping from the corner of his mouth, he stared at Song Wanting, raised his hand and wiped it with his thumb.

"Ren Er, don't go crazy, let me go."

"Let you go?"

Ren Er actually smiled, with a cruel and cold smile, rubbed his thumb against the blood on Song Wanting's mouth, it was his blood, not Song Wanting's, and wiped the blood on his cheeks with a blush, even a little gentle : "Let you go and let you do these things with others?"

"I tell you, it's absolutely impossible!"

He said with his eyes rolled down, as long as this is the case, Song Wanting will belong to him, if he says to do it, he will do it.

Song Wanting's throat-splitting terrified voice came from his head: "Ren Er!"

Ren Er raised his head and saw the tears pressing down on Song Wanting's lower eyes, shaking like he was about to fall.

His mind was shaken, madness and restraint were tangled in his eyes, his clenched fists, nails that were short enough to reach the fingertips were dug into the flesh, and his hands were covered with blood in the blink of an eye.

Song Wanting yelled out with all his strength, and was so frightened that he couldn't say anything now.

Just looking at Ren Er, the tears she had been holding back reached the limit and fell down.

"Hold!"

Ren Er cursed violently and got off the bed, overturned the tables and chairs in the room, and kicked the legs of the chairs: "Fuck! Fuck!"

He looked like a wild beast that was out of control, but in fact he just regained his sanity at this moment. The veins on his forehead and neck were protruding, making his face a bit hideous.

Song Wanting looked at him tremblingly, watching him break and smash those things.

Only at this moment did he fully realize how stupid he was to provoke Ren Er tonight.

There was a sudden "dong dong" knock on the door, Song Wanting's heart skipped a beat like a startled bird, and he turned to look at the door.

"Police, please open the door and cooperate. Someone has reported that there are illegal sellers of .y here. Please open the door immediately."

Song Wanting didn't expect the police to knock on the door at all. He didn't know why the first reaction was to hide Ren Er, so he looked at Ren Er, and just turned his eyes to find that he had returned to the bedside.

He shrank his neck back in fright.

Ren Er's pupils narrowed slightly, noticing his subconscious little action, he hid his scars not wanting to scare Song Wanting, but in the end he was still afraid of himself.

"Please open the door, if you don't open the door, we will force it open!"

Ren Er pulled off the quilt and covered Song Wanting: "Tie up the bathrobe." He yelled so crazy just now that his voice is hoarse now.

Song Wanting blinked his eyes, wanted to say something, now is not the time, covered himself with a quilt, fastened the bathrobe, raised his head and Ren Er was waiting for him at the door.

Seeing that he was done, he opened the door.

When the two policemen saw Ren Er, they looked at the situation in the room again: "Policeman, what's going on?" They said and walked into the room.

Ren Er stepped aside out of his wits.

"It's nothing, just a quarrel." Song Wanting replied quickly.

The policeman looked at him. His face was still stained with blood. Although he was only wearing a bathrobe, he was at least clothed. Blood was still dripping from the other morose hand.

"What is your relationship?"

"We are a couple." Song Wanting could still squeeze out a smile.

Ren Er glanced at him and leaned against the wall again and lowered his head, lovers, are he and Song Wanting lovers?The kind that you can walk hand in hand, the kind that can open your eyes in the morning and still be him when you close them at night, the kind that can spend every festival together, the kind that can rely on each other.

He felt more and more uncomfortable.

No.

He and Song Wanting are not.

Not only did he not become Song Wanting's reliance, but he even made him cry. He still owed his life-saving grace, so he was really nothing.

"Couples, take out your ID card. We have received reports that there are prostitutes here. Please cooperate."

Song Wanting didn't expect that in his lifetime, he would need to cooperate with the police to inspect prostitutes, so he suppressed his displeasure. His clothes were all hung in the cabinet, which was opposite the bed, and in the middle was the table and chair that Ren Er smashed.

He was still wearing a bathrobe on this leg.

"Ren Er."

Ren Er turned her head to face him in shame, but she lowered her eyes and dared not look at him.

Song Wanting can't see him like this, maybe it's because of his tall stature, which makes him look extraordinarily pitiful, and because he is young, Song Wanting does treat him like a child in many cases.

Who is willing to let the children feel wronged.

The tone was much lighter: "Go and get the clothes from my closet."

Ren Er walked over the tables and chairs obediently with his long legs without saying a word, and wiped his hands on himself before taking out his clothes.

Song Wanting took out his wallet from his pocket, took out his ID card and handed it to the police.

The policeman looked at Ren Er: "Where's yours?"

Ren Er shook his head: "No."

Song Wanting rolled his eyes, and quickly explained: "Mr. Police, you see, we are lovers, and we had a fight." He smiled embarrassedly, and pointed to the chaos on the ground.

"You should be able to see that, I was angry with him, so I didn't go home today and came here, and then he came here in a hurry. We really are not in an illegal relationship. We have chat records, you can take a look."

He took out his mobile phone and found the chat interface with Ren Er and showed it to the police. The police glanced at it. The chat record was really strange: "You are a couple, why are you dating this Mian Mian all day long?"

The police don't get it.

But these two people did know each other, but the scene was like this, the police were still not at ease, and planned to find out the situation.

Song Wanting's face was a little red, because it was really stupid, and he also participated in such a stupid thing: "It's nothing, I just want to annoy the other party."

The policeman shook his head speechlessly, and pointed at the mess with his chin: "It's very successful, I'm not talking about you, two people fall in love, that's two people's business, two people quarreled messily, If you insist on involving a third person, it will get more and more chaotic."

Song Wanting lowered her head after being reprimanded.

"Also, look at the hotel that was smashed, there is still blood on the door, and the one on the wall is talking about you, you have to listen if you don't say anything."

The policeman looked at Ren Er: "It's one thing to quarrel, but it's another thing to fight with your hands. You are tall and big, and you wave your fist again. Are you intimidating? Young people, don't always be impulsive Don't chase after them, sometimes it is more beneficial to separate and calm down occasionally."

Ren Er's eyebrows sank, should we separate...

The policeman looked at Song Wanting: "Should we persuade him to leave first?"

"No, it's okay, we'll pack up later, pay the money to the hotel and we'll go home."

"Call the police at any time if something happens. His hand looks serious. Whether you go back to make up or continue to quarrel, you have to deal with the wound first."

Song Wanting looked at Ren Er's bloody hand: "Okay, we got it, thank you."

The police left this room and went to the next one.

The room suddenly became quiet. Song Wanting pursed her lips and took a few deep breaths. She got up and put on her clothes first, and dragged her plastered feet to Ren Er, who was motionless like a sculpture.

After hesitant to speak several times, he said helplessly: "Let's go home first."

Deep exhaustion was revealed in the voice.

Ren Er's eyelids trembled and he almost cried. Before Song Wanting abandoned himself, he habitually reached out to grab Song Wanting's arm. Before he touched it, Song Wanting's hand swished behind his back: " what are you doing!"

Ren Er's hands were frozen in mid-air, his fingertips were trembling slightly, and his heavy eyelids were raised little by little. He was like a glass doll that was about to break, full of cracks from inside to outside, looking at Song Wanting's face full of vigilance. There are also some frightened faces: "I hurt you, didn't I?"

The blood that once dripped on Song Wanting's body dripped to the ground, making their relationship bloody.

Ren Er's appearance made Song Wanting feel uncomfortable, he just...he was scared.

He didn't know how to answer Ren Er's question, did Ren Er hurt him?Probably, but Ren Er let him go in the end.

What he saw was not only Ren Er's madness, but also Ren Er's desperate restraint when he was mad. He was trapped in the beast in his heart and didn't want to hurt himself.

He watched him almost gnaw his teeth, the gums were bleeding continuously, he looked at the entanglement and pain in his eyes, and he let out a tormented roar.

He watched him go crazy again and again, and he was the source of his anger, but his fist hit the door and kicked those tables and chairs, without hurting a single hair of himself.

Even with the appearance of wanting to bite himself to death, after biting his own neck, he lightened his strength for a second, and was still licking repeatedly when he left.

He sighed heavily: "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have lied to you."

"I'm sorry for you." Ren Er put down his hand and pushed the wheelchair: "Let's go, I'll take you home."

The two returned home without a word. In the past, Ren Er hugged Song Wanting directly upstairs and downstairs.

Song Wanting has also slowed down that force now, and this is a known physical contact that is about to happen, unlike the sudden one just now, so he doesn't feel afraid.

Ren Er glanced upstairs: "Your feet can almost stand up by themselves. You can sleep downstairs first and don't need to go up and down. I don't need me here. I'll go upstairs to get my things." Take it off, and I'll go back."

Song Wanting didn't expect Ren Er to leave.

Ren Er had already run upstairs and took out his few clothes from Song Wanting's locker, and he put them all on his arm without taking the bag.

After running down, he spread all his things in front of Song Wanting: "Look, I took all my own things, and I will leave that dinosaur to you. With it, you won't have nightmares."

As he spoke, he picked up the things again: "I'm leaving."

He didn't dare to look at Song Wanting from the beginning to the end.

Song Wanting's hand on his leg was about to pinch his leg green, he didn't know what to do, forgive Ren Er as if nothing had happened?

but……

Although he didn't know why Ren Er suddenly went crazy.

But it's clear he has an unusual possessiveness about himself.

He was wondering if it was because the contact between the two of them was too inappropriate recently, so Ji Ren'er's temper divided himself into his possessions.

But this is not right.

And I clearly think that Ren Er is not a suitable person to be with, but I still indulge him all the time, and do some things that cross the line with him. It is wrong for me to do so.

The rumbling thunder woke up Song Wanting, turned his head and shouted to Ren Er who ran to the door: "It's thundering, tomorrow..."

Reason told him that it was right for Ren Er to leave.

But emotionally, he couldn't speak.

He seems to be divided into two parts, one part is stifling the development of the other part, and the result is a mess, neither side is done, and neither side is happy.

Ren Er said the second half of the sentence for him: "Okay, I'll leave tomorrow."

Song Wanting rubbed his temples: "Carry me upstairs."

Ren Er picked him up carefully, neither of them said anything, both were thinking that maybe this was the last time they hugged each other, the last time they were held in each other's arms.

Lightning and thunderstorms at night, torrential rain.

Song Wanting leaned against the dinosaur puppet sitting on the head of the bed and on his legs and stared blankly. He didn't notice that the long burnt cigarette butt in his hand fell onto the bed.

Outside, Ren was sitting on the ground leaning against his door, neither thunder nor lightning could make his eyes blink, and he just sat there stiffly until the first ray of sunshine in the morning after the rain break shook his eyes. Eye.

Only then did he seem to come alive, and turned his stiff neck a little bit to look at the window—it was dawn.

Song Wanting was still awake when he received Ren Er's message.

Inside and outside the house, the two of them also sat until dawn.

So handsome: I'm leaving.

Song Wanting stared at these three words with dry eyes, but didn't know what to say. He and Ren Er probably won't have any interaction in the future.

In a blink of an eye, I looked out the window and saw that it had been devastated overnight, leaving only a few tree trunks with scattered yellow leaves.

They met in early autumn, lost in the bleakness of late autumn, and before they had time to watch the white snow give birth to spring flowers and summer butterflies, they were divided into two worlds.

He has rejected so many calls from Ren Er and ignored so many messages from him, so let's reply him at the end, let everything that has been a complete conversation stop with him, and let him be this cruel person.

Song: I know.

Ren Er, who had just walked to the door in front of Song Wanting's house, stopped to look at Song Wanting's reply, a drop of water hit the screen, followed by another drop.

Last night's rain gave the city.

The rain this morning was only under his head, for the clumsy young man, the love he had missed before he had time to discover it.

he knows.

He did nothing more.

He agreed to his departure.

He doesn't want himself anymore.

Tears were about to wash the phone away, and his crying could not be suppressed a little bit, and in the end he completely lost control, squatting down unsteadily, crying pitifully and miserably with his head in his arms.

A window of the family next door opened, and a six or seven-year-old girl poked her head out: "Grandma, look at that big brother crying so pitifully."

The old lady with a rich face appeared next to the little girl and took a look.

After a while, the old and the young came out: "Young man, what happened to you? Tell me about it."

The little girl hid behind the old lady, tilted her body and exposed her head to look at Ren Er, and noticed Ren Er's hand with sharp eyes: "Grandma, big brother is injured."

Only then did the old lady see: "Young man, what's wrong with you, I'll ask someone to take you to the hospital?"

Ren Er sobbed and raised his face full of tears. The old lady looked at it and yelled a few times. The crying was too miserable, and the tip of her nose and eyes were red from crying.

"Young man, don't keep crying, talk."

Ren Er raised his hand and wiped his eyes, because he wanted to hold back the tears but couldn't help it, holding back too hard, he twitched while talking: "I, I'm fine, I'm, I'm just..."

He wiped his eyes vigorously twice, and wiped the bloodshot redness around the eyes: "It's just...he doesn't want me anymore, woo woo woo..."

Ren Er still couldn't hold back, and ran while crying, and the few clothes in his hand fell all the way.

The old lady was stunned and shouted: "Young man! Young man!"

After shouting several times but no one stopped, she sighed and picked up the clothes on the ground.

The little girl tugged at her: "Grandma, is it the big brother's parents who don't want him?"

The old lady shook her head: "It's probably because I had a quarrel with my partner. In the future, we will fight obediently and don't cry. Come to grandma. If anyone dares to make us sad, we obediently don't want him."

The little girl still didn't quite understand, so she smiled sweetly.

When Ren Er returned home, he threw his head on the bed and cried until he fell asleep.

When I woke up again, it was already midnight, and the lights were still on. I went to the kitchen in a daze, opened the refrigerator, took out the beer in it, and started drinking. I pulled the chair over the dining table to guard the refrigerator, and drank until dawn. The wine in the refrigerator It was all empty and he fell asleep again.

On the other side, Song Wanting started to go to the company normally after a day's rest.

I just stare at my phone every day.

Wang Quan is now in charge of taking him to and from get off work, and obviously feels that something is wrong. The proprietress has gone somewhere, and the boss is absent-minded several times a day, which has never happened before.

"Boss, this is a courier for you. It has been sent to the front desk of the company, but there is no signature of the other party."

Song Wanting put down his phone, his heart was pounding, could it be Ren Er.

"bring here."

Wang Quan put the small box on Song Wanting's desk.

Song Wanting couldn't wait to open it, but when he saw what was inside, he backed away in shock, and he threw the box forward.

"boss!"

Wang Quan shouted nervously, looked at the box thrown to the edge of the desk, gasped suddenly, frowned and looked away.

Inside the box was a dead mouse. Its chest had been cut open, and the intestines and viscera inside flowed out, with a small knife stuck in the middle.

Wang Quan suppressed the discomfort, picked up the lid on the ground, closed the box, and looked at the pale Song Wanting.

"I will find out who sent it as soon as possible. Recently, your mail packages will be checked and delivered to you."

Song Wanting nodded, it wasn't Ren Er, who could it be?

After Ren Er woke up, he went to the refrigerator to get wine, but the refrigerator was empty. He kicked away the wine bottle on the ground, found his cell phone and called Gauss.

Soon Gao Si and Li Shan arrived, each holding a case of beer with some food on top of the beer, they thought the boss had asked them to come over for a drink.

As a result, he was kicked out by Ren Er as soon as he put down the things.

Gauss scratched his head: "Did you see just now, are the boss's eyes swollen? It's the kind of swelling after crying."

Li Shan: "He asked us to buy cigarettes, tsk tsk, it's a big deal."

Gauss: "What should I do then? Tell Brother Long?"

Li Shan thought for a while: "Let's say goodbye first. If it's really nothing serious, it will be fine in two days. Let's tell Brother Long, Brother Long must give the boss a lesson."

Gauss thought about it for a while: "Then wait a few more days."

In the past few days, the two of them have been responsible for sending him cigarettes, alcohol and food after receiving a call from Ren Er. Seeing that the boss is about to become a savage, Gauss really can't wait: "No, this is all It's been half a month, and the boss will die if he continues like this."

Li Shan also felt that the matter was indeed serious, and the two decided to tell Li Long.

On the other side, Song Wanting did not find out who delivered the courier, but this kind of thing did not happen again.

The plaster cast on his feet was also removed that day, and he was not used to being able to move freely all of a sudden. Looking outside, the clouds floated very low and were dyed red by the fiery sunset.

I immediately thought of Ren Er's circle of friends, saying to the sunset that it was salted duck eggs, and it also came with two bowls of rice.

He couldn't help but smiled, and then let the corners of his mouth drop down again.

Suddenly feeling a little bored, he got up and went to the yard. The cold wind made him tighten the blanket on his body, looked around and felt bored again, and was just about to go back.

"Uncle, your foot is all right."

In a blink of an eye, he saw the little girl from the next door neighbor's house standing on a skateboard at the door of his house. He had grown up watching this little girl, and he had even hugged her when she was a baby.

The little girl is lively, cheerful and doesn't recognize her life. Every time she sees him, she will say a few words to him.

He smiled and went to open the door: "You wear so little, aren't you cold?"

The little girl wiped her forehead: "It's not cold, I'm sweating."

Song Wanting saw that he was really sweating, and the cold wind blowing on his forehead, it was still okay: "Go home if you are sweating, it will be dark, if you catch a cold, you need to get an needle, get an needle Time to cry again."

The little girl shook her head: "Now I won't cry after getting the needle."

Pushing the skateboard, she moved closer to Song Wanting: "Uncle, let me tell you, there was a big brother who was so tall that day." She raised her arm on tiptoe and gestured.

"Crying is miserable, worse than when I got a needle."

Song Wanting frowned slightly: "What big brother?"

"Just one big brother, the big brother is so tall, his hand is injured, he just squatted there..." She ran forward on the skateboard, Song Wanting followed quickly, and came to her house the door.

The little girl pointed to the ground: "Big brother is squatting here. I heard all the crying in the room. Grandma and I came out, and big brother kept crying."

The little girl talked about what happened that day with a lively expression.

Song Wanting's heart felt as if it was being tightly grasped, and he bowed slightly in pain: "Then, did the big brother say anything?"

The little girl tilted her head and thought for a while: "Big brother... Big brother said he doesn't want him anymore."

She raised her neck again: "Grandma said that the girl didn't want the big brother anymore, that's why the big brother cried so badly."

"Hey~" The old lady came out and called the child to go back to eat, and saw Song Wanting as soon as she went out, she was stunned: "Why are you so skinny, and your complexion is so bad, what's wrong?"

"Auntie, what did you say about the crying boy you met that day?" Song Wanting asked in a panic and anxiously.

When the old lady rolled her eyes, she immediately understood.

"That young man was so pitiful that he was crying, with snot and tears, crying that he didn't want me anymore, and then ran away crying, seeing that he was hit hard, eh..."

The old lady shook her head, and when she looked up again, Song Wanting was gone. After a while, Song Wanting drove out.

"What's the matter, uncle?" The little girl was confused.

The old lady saw everything and smiled: "Uncle went to pick up his boy and went home."

Song Wanting hurried to Ren Er's house, knocked on the door for a long time, but no one opened the door, called to turn off the phone, and he directly called the unlocker: "Excuse me, I forgot to bring the key when I went out, and the pot is still boiling something."

The lockpicker smiled, and opened the door simply, and suddenly a strong musty smell came out, which made the lockpicker cough several times: "It's burnt, I'm leaving first."

Hurry up and leave, don't want to get into any trouble.

Song Wanting entered the room and saw that there were wine bottles, cigarette butts, and food leftovers everywhere, it was simply a large garbage dump.

"Ren Er?"

No response, aren't you at home?

Frowning, he stepped over the rubbish on the ground, walked around to the bedroom and saw no one, and then looked at the bathroom, which was still empty. He blinked and heard a muffled "boom" coming from the bedroom.

He went in again, turned his eyes to look around, and finally pushed open the cabinet by the wall, and a hand fell out from inside, scaring him back two steps, and fell down on the bed.

She looked at Ren Er who was sleeping in the cabinet in shock, her hair was messy and knotted, there was a circle of blue stubble on her chin, not only the little fat was gone, but even her cheeks were sunken.

It was black and blue.

The hand on the ground was the injured one. Not only did it not heal after more than half a month, it even became thicker, and it hurt just looking at it.

Song Wanting didn't expect him to hurt her like this, she was really distressed and angry at this moment, she really wanted to kick him up, but she knelt down and pushed him: "Ren Er?"

Ren Er turned towards him, and something fell out from under the hand he had been pressing on his chest. It was a watch, Song Wanting's watch.

The "T" is a different color from the one next to it.

The moment Song Wanting saw the watch, it can be said that he completely surrendered.

He lost.

Or from the moment he got here, he lost.

He really, completely, completely liked Ren Er, not a little bit, but very much.

Even if he is a little afraid of him, even if he doesn't understand his life at all, even if the thing he does most is to make himself angry, even if he doesn't meet his requirements for the other half at all.

He also couldn't help liking him.

He stared at Ren Er's haggard and thin face for a long time, and sighed deeply.

He lived to be 33 years old and fell into his hands.

Little poor boy, little poor boy, what should I do with you?

He stretched out his hand and pinched Ren Er's cheek, trying to find the feeling of pinching a small milk fat, but there was no flesh left.

Eh……

Let's bring back the little milk fat first.

Originally, there are fewer places that attract people than places that make people angry, and the little milk fat is indispensable.