The president regretted after the poor little left

Feng Yixiao took An Luo back abroad. He bought a beautiful manor specially for An Luo, with a romantic and warm pastoral style. An Luo didn't feel any foreign customs. Since the day he came here, he never Failed to leave this seemingly beautiful cage.

The servants here won't talk to him, and won't let him leave, the only thing he has to do every day is to wait for Feng Yixiao to come back from outside.

He sat on the open-air balcony on the second floor, staring at the completely cold coffee in front of him.

Snowflakes floated down slowly, fell into his cup, and melted in the blink of an eye.

He looked up and saw that the sky was gray and snowflakes were falling from the sky.

There was the sound of a car coming from downstairs, An Luo turned his head to look downstairs, and saw a man in a black windbreaker getting out of the car, before An Luo's dim eyes lit up, the door on the side also opened, and the person who got out of the car, It was a young man with blond hair and blue eyes who looked to be in his early twenties.

An Luo smiled wryly and looked away.

It is obviously something that is happening every day, why bother to be sad?

He comforted himself in this way in his heart, but there were still uncontrollable tingling pains in his heart.

Did Feng Yixiao bring him back just to let him watch these things helplessly?It's okay to think about it, after all, he hates himself almost to the bone...

When he was distracted, he walked to the door unknowingly and opened the closed door. The rapid panting and the fluent and ambiguous English conversation that came to his ears made him sober, and instantly sobered up.

He stood at the door, looked over the handrail of the stairs, and saw the two people in the living room downstairs huddling together.

Feng Yixiao sensed the movement, turned his head to look upstairs, and saw An Luo who was looking at him.

The two looked at each other, An Luo silently lowered his head, pretending he didn't see anything, turned his head and retreated to the room, closing the door.

The young man in Feng Yixiao's arms raised his head and asked in English, "Who is that?"

Feng Yixiao withdrew his gaze, and replied, "An insignificant person."

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That night.

An Luo's sleep was very light, and he was always vigilant, which was his habit all along.

Feng Yixiao had suppressed the sound of opening the door to a minimum, but it still woke up the person on the bed.

An Luo sat up, saw that it was him, and lay down silently again.

Feng Yixiao took his arm and lifted him up, "Don't put on a dead face when you see me, I will feed you with food and drink, even a pet can make me happy."

An Luo leaned against the bed, looked straight at him, and asked after a while, "Why are you here again?"

Every night, he came back with a beautiful man or woman, but he would still come to him in the second half of the night, so that he could not rest.

Feng Yixiao's pajamas were wide open, and he looked like he was out of shape. He said angrily, "They're boring, they leak air when they go in, so it's not as fun as you."

He thought the obscene words would make An Luo angry, but An Luo's expression was always indifferent, as if it didn't matter what he did or said in front of him. Not as good as a dog around.

This kind of thinking undoubtedly made Feng Yixiao angry. The more indifferent An Luo was, the more he wanted to see An Luo break down emotionally.

An Luo glanced at the calendar beside the bed, and said to himself, "Time flies so fast."

Feng Yixiao didn't understand, so he turned his head and glanced at him, An Luo continued, "Next Tuesday will be my third year here."

One sentence shocked Feng Yixiao's body, as if he was forced to withdraw from some kind of fantasy.

Three years...

If An Luo hadn't mentioned it, he would have forgotten that he mentioned it casually three years ago.

Three years, these three years have come so fast for him, he hasn't even felt that An Luo has changed him...

He was used to being a rascal, so he turned his head and asked knowingly, "So what happened in three years?"

"Go home." An Luo said.

Feng Yixiao sneered, every word stuck in his heart, "Home? Do you still have a home? The house that the old man gave you? Si Jinhan bit me like a mad dog. Back then you Disappear with me, do you think he won't think too much?"

"That guy is a cold-blooded animal. He won't talk about love with you at all. If you go back, he will be the first to take you first."

An Luo didn't care about his words, "Shi Nan will stop him."

Feng Yixiao laughed mockingly, "It's just a dumb dumb."

He didn't like anyone around Si Jinhan, even Shi Nan who hadn't met a few times.

If it wasn't because he wanted to take An Luo away, he wouldn't have asked for trouble to take Shinan abroad with him!

An Luo looked at him faintly, "Yeah, a stupid dumb, when I was a child, I told him that there was a child who couldn't eat, it was very pitiful, and every month after that he didn't eat the snacks that the old man asked people to buy for him. Save it up and give it to me, and let me pass it on to you."

"As long as he is smarter, he will not end up like this now."

These words made the smile on the corner of Feng Yixiao's mouth stop abruptly.

Scenes from his childhood flooded into his mind, he didn't dare to look into An Luo's eyes, and turned his head to look away.

An Luo didn't speak any more, and the room fell into silence, almost suffocating.

Finally, Feng Yixiao couldn't help breaking the eerie silence, he said, "Su Yu is married to a female star, and that woman has some background, and it was revealed that Su Yu's private life was chaotic, she got pregnant and had a miscarriage because of Su Yu , The Su family couldn't suppress the public opinion, and that's why Su Yu got married."

He despises and envies Su Yu. He is clearly a beast, but he can still pretend to be gentle and refined. Compared with himself, it must be Su Yu's animal with a human face and a beast heart that is more in love with An Luo, right?

Thinking of this, he felt sour and uncomfortable.

He thought that An Luo would be sad or regretful, but in the end, An Luo just hummed lightly and said nothing.

Feng Yixiao gritted his teeth, and said in a deep voice, "An Luo, I'm so curious, do you really have human emotions and feelings? Have you ever been sad for someone? Have you ever cried for someone? Have you ever felt sad for someone? ? None?"

"Is it true that no matter who is in your eyes, it is like air? You have been with the old man for so many years. When he died, you didn't cry, and you didn't shed a tear. You accepted all his favors, Wave your hands and walk away."

"I was made to stand in the backyard all night by you. You didn't even come to see me. When I left, you didn't say a word to me. Could it be that the time we spent together was just a period of time for you? Is it just a tasteless and boring superfluous intersection?"

"An Luo, I think I can see through everyone, but I can't see through you alone. Is it because my knowledge is not deep enough, or are you not a person at all?"

The words were still ugly as before, and An Luo did not refute as before.

An Luo looked at him, and asked in a deep voice, "Then what should I do to be considered a person? Hysterical?"

"Should I break down for every word of yours, is it normal in your eyes? Is it retribution? I can't do it, but I can tell you that every sarcasm of yours makes me very sad, Your purpose has been achieved."

"During the three years here, I would rather die than live."

This was the first time An Luo opened up to him.

More than just every word, every day here makes him miserable.

He watched Feng Yixiao flirt with others, but he was just a tool to vent his desires, and he could treat them roughly at will. These humiliations were pierced into his heart like a knife that killed people without blood, and the pain was so numb.

Feng Yixiao was stunned by his words, Feng Yixiao stared at him blankly, unable to recover for a long time.

An Luo just said...

His original intention was indeed so, An Luo was in pain, and his goal was achieved, but why, he felt so sad...

He just felt that his lips seemed to weigh a thousand pounds, and he, who has always been eloquent, stuttered a little at this moment, "Then...then I will treat you better in the future, you..." Smile more...

An Luo didn't give him a chance to say the latter sentence, An Luo interrupted him and said, "No, I won't be here for long, you can do whatever you want."

He is going back home soon.

So many years of obsession, these three years, he has already let go.

Feng Yixiao twitched his cheeks, and his eyes became a little sullen. He said gloomyly, "Go back to China? Why don't I remember what I promised you?"

He wouldn't let An Luo go, An Luo had hurt him so badly, why could An Luo pat his ass and turn away in just three years?

He, An Luo, must spend the rest of his life apologizing!Only by repenting by his side for the rest of his life can he be considered compensation!

There was only one thought in his mind, absolutely not let An Luo go!

He didn't know what the original source of this idea was, and he didn't want to admit what it was. He hated An Luo, and he had to hate An Luo too!

An Luo didn't say anything more, his eyes closed slightly, and he asked in a low voice, "Are you still doing it tonight?"

Feng Yixiao smirked twice, and looked at him fiercely, "Do it, of course you have to do it, I came to you because of this little thing."

What An Luo said just now had already aroused the anger in his heart, and he no longer wanted to pretend to be gentle.

He rushed over, grabbed An Luo's shoulder, and pressed him on the bed, An Luo groaned in pain.

An Luo could only be forced to endure the brutality mixed with anger, enduring the tearing pain.

He frowned, clenched his hands unconsciously, and his shoulders were shaking.

Feng Yixiao left bloody tooth marks on his back one after another, like some kind of revenge.

The traces on the smooth painting paper are meandering and beautiful, with a coquettish and bloodthirsty beauty, which can instantly ignite all the sadism of others.

When it was over, An Luo had completely lost consciousness. He fell on the bed, shaking unconsciously.

Feng Yixiao's fingertips brushed the badges that belonged to An Luo that he left on his body, his eyes were morbidly persistent.

"Why do you always want to leave? With your body, you should stay here and serve me all the time..."