contract relationship

In the wilderness, in an unfamiliar place, there is no public transportation to take, and An Tong does not have a driver's license.

This meant that after Luan Man left, An Tong couldn't go back to the city.

I can only find Fan Shuojing.

This is the "strategy" discussed by Luan Man and An Tong.An Tong thought that the bet was on Fan Shuojing's kindness, but Luan Man told her that it was a sense of responsibility.

"For her, responsibility is something that is easier to stick to."

An Tong couldn't understand, but felt that Luan Man began to speak his lines in a dramatic tone again, which was too unreasonable.

Luan Man promised An Tong: "Don't worry, I understand her, she won't ignore you."

Facts have proved that Luan Man did not trust her, she really knew Fan Shuojing.

Fan Shuojing led An Tong back—in a state of extreme agitation, he scolded An Tong and even slammed the car door, but he still brought him back to the villa.

It's just that just after entering the door of the villa, Fan Shuojing stopped An Tong at the entrance, pointed to a small bedroom next to him: "Go in."

An Tong looked in through the half-closed door. It was the concierge for the servants. The room was only a few dozen square meters, with a single bed and a table.

Many high-end villa areas will set up such a small room at the entrance, which is very close to the door, so that you can immediately detect the movement outside.When visitors come to your door, you can also entertain them in time and notify the host.

Correspondingly, such a small room is separated from the living area, and can only enter the interior of the villa through a corridor or a screen, and usually belongs to a part of the courtyard.

So the current situation is that Fan Shuojing is afraid that something will happen to An Tong in this remote place, so she reluctantly brings her in.

But Fan Shuojing still couldn't accept An Tong, and didn't intend to let An Tong cross that line, and didn't give An Tong a chance to test it at all.

An Tong moved towards the gatehouse. The tortoise was faster than her, and would not show reluctance from head to toe like her.

Fan Shuo looked at An Tong quietly, holding a bunch of keys in his hand.Looking at the posture, she waited for An Tong to go in and locked the door directly, completely cutting off the possibility of An Tong slipping out in the middle of the night.

An Tong walked to the door, turned around suddenly holding the door frame, and discussed with Fan Shuojing: "Can I go inside...it's a bit scary outside. It's still windy, the glass is shaking, I'm afraid..."

Fan Shuojing didn't say a word, just waited.

It seems that he is determined and there is no need to discuss it.

This kind of Fan Shuojing is a bit gloomy and cool, different from the usual strong coercion, it is a kind of chill that penetrates into the bone marrow.

It was more terrifying than the whimpering night wind outside.

An Tong was very uneasy, raised his hand nervously, and asked in a low voice, "Are you going to lock me up? Then can I go to the bathroom first."

"Hold on."

An Tong bit her lip and dared not speak, staring at Fan Shuojing.

One second, three seconds... five seconds later.

Fan Shuojing became even more anxious, turned around and supported the chest of drawers and took a deep breath, her body trembling imperceptibly.

An Tong thought, this is a big disaster.

They all sucked up their popularity.

An Tong's voice became even quieter, only a faint sound of air flow remained: "Well, Mr. Fan, do you need to take medicine?"

"Do you have the medicine with you?"

"Where's the water? I'll pour you water."

Fan Shuo said quietly: "Stand there and don't move."

An Tong stopped immediately, acting like a stone man, he dared not make a sound with his mouth sullen.

After a long time, Fan Shuojing's breathing gradually calmed down, not so fast.She didn't turn around, but still pressed hard on the counter, the veins on the back of her hands burst out.

"Go in and lock the door yourself."

An Tong was worried, turned his head three times a step, and when he walked to the gatehouse, he still asked, "Can you do it alone? Need..."

"Go in!"

An Tong immediately shut up, quickly got into the room, and closed the door tightly.

After the lock was locked, An Tong breathed a sigh of relief, and shouted outside through the door: "I'm coming in."

"...If Mr. Fan is not feeling well, I can help you."

However, it was quiet outside, and there was no movement.

Fan Shuojing didn't come to lock the door either.

An Tong put his ear on the door and listened.

After 5 minutes, An Tong gave up and rolled onto the single bed.

After tossing around in the middle of the night, he entered a door and was locked in the gatehouse.

Hansley is gone.

He also failed to have a serious conversation with Fan Shuojing, and he didn't even see her tonight.It feels like a waste of time.

As for the harvest... I don't know if this counts as making Fan Shuo quiet.

An Tong sent a message to Luan Man to report the progress.

Waited for half an hour with no reply.

An Tong sent a few more messages, all of which fell to nothing, without even a splash.

...Luan Man encouraged An Tong to provoke Fan Shuojing, but he disappeared after his goal was achieved.

Is this considered crossing the river and tearing down the bridge?

It was as if she was abandoned on an isolated island, and no one paid attention to her.

An Tong turned over and rubbed against the pillow.

The smell of dust can be smelled at the end of the nose, and it can be judged that this room is rarely cleaned.

Didn't you invite your aunt?

Such a big house, it must have never been cleaned!

An Tong got up and shook the sheets and pillows, lay down again, and took a last look at the phone.

Still no reply from Luan Man.

An Tong turned off the lights and went to sleep.

If there is any problem, we will solve it at dawn——

Thinking this way, I couldn't get through the night smoothly.

An Tong was awakened by the violent noise, and sat up in a daze, his thoughts slowed down.

The next moment, the sound of glass shattering came from the yard. An Tong was startled and woke up instantly.

The wind shattered the windows?

An Tong held his breath and found that the voice was coming from upstairs.Because the glass window was broken, the noise became clearer without a barrier.

Who is upstairs?

Stay up late at night, is this arguing?Or fight?

Fan Shuojing didn't let An Tong go inside before.Is it because of what's in it?

Monster?

So Fan is always feeding demons with his body?

An Tong stood in front of the door and hesitated.

Another object was thrown from upstairs and hit the air conditioner outside the concierge.

"boom--"

An Tong's heart beat, he opened the door and went out, into the living room.

A man's roar came from upstairs, erupting in the silent night, exhausted, roaring with all his might.

Mixed with cursing, it was passed on indistinctly, and occasionally dirty words could be distinguished, which was unbearable to the ear.

An Tong was so frightened that his palms sweated, and his grip on the handrail of the stairs was sticky. He had already stepped on the steps with one foot, but he didn't have the courage to continue.

There was another loud bang, something hit the floor and just landed on top of An Tong's head.

There is also a "roll", the ending sound is split, and it becomes cramped and hasty.

It's not human anymore.

Like some kind of savage monster, it wants to tear apart its skin and bones to devour its flesh and blood.

An Tong really wanted to hear that "Get out" and disappear immediately, as if this night never appeared.

She has never been involved in Fan Shuojing's life, nor has she witnessed the changes of this night.

An Tong stepped back from the steps, leaned against the wall to absorb some coolness, and forced himself to calm down.

"It's just a quarrel... or a fight. It's all normal, and it's often seen on TV. There's nothing to be afraid of."

An Tong took a deep breath and called Luan Man with his mobile phone.The receiver rang a few times, and the phone was hung up with a busy tone.

An Tong sent a message to Luan Man: "Things are being smashed upstairs! What to do!"

no respond.

At the same time, a woman's shrill cry came from upstairs, too quick and out of shape, but very familiar.

It's Fan Shuojing!

An Tong gritted his teeth and ran upstairs in two or three steps.

Before he had time to observe the pattern, An Tong followed the sound and found a room. When he opened the door, he saw Fan Shuojing kneeling on the ground twisted, with his upper body pressed against the edge of the bed.

And there was a man on the bed, holding Fan Shuojing's neck with one hand, and holding some fragment in the other hand, he was raising it in the air, ready to stab Fan Shuojing down.

An Tong instantly became angry.

Your uncle!No wonder Fan Shuojing was in a bad mood when he went back.Whoever gets beaten can't be happy!

An Tong rushed over and smashed the phone before the fragments pierced Fan Shuojing's back.

Just hitting the side of the man's face, the man leaned back slightly, and the movements of his hands slowed down.

Fan Shuojing roared: "Don't come over—"

However, An Tong's speed was too fast, her voice fell silent, and she had already arrived.She picked up an overturned vase, knocked it on the man's arm with the mouth of the bottle.

The bloody fragments that were used as the murder weapon fell on the quilt.

Fan Shuojing despaired: "Stop!"

He also didn't stop An Tong.

The ceramic vase was still intact, An Tong endured the pain in his mouth, turned around, and hit the other arm of the man who pinched Fan Shuojing.

Too much force, An Tong couldn't withstand the reaction force, staggered and bumped into Fan Shuojing.

The vase also fell off.

An Tong dragged Fan Shuojing up to protect him behind him, staring at the man defensively, panting.

"Hoo... Mom, shit! Who is this? Is he going to kill you?"

There was no response.

An Tong turned around and saw Fan Shuojing's expression, his heart skipped a beat.

It seems that this time it was an accident?

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Thanks to An Tong, the villa was brightly lit, and people coming and going finally became lively.

An Tong sat on the sofa in the living room on the first floor, not daring to sit upright, only his buttocks slightly touched the sofa, showing the "sit upright" very well.

In the receiver, Luan Man's voice didn't know whether it was worry or excitement: "Then you hit that man?"

An Tong was frustrated: "Well..."

Luan Man sincerely sighed: "You are really amazing..."

An Tong: "It doesn't sound like a good word."

"No, it's a compliment. I believe that you have that energy, but I just hope that you can bring a little change to Fan Shuojing's life, just a little bit. I don't have much hope. I didn't expect you to be able to To get to this point -- it's a big change."

Hearing this, An Tong became angry and asked, "Why didn't you call me back until now?"

Luan Man took it for granted: "Leave you room for self-expression. Look, isn't it good now?"

"Well—" the vulgar words didn't come out, An Tong changed his words, "Ghost! What should I do now? I think I made a typo."

"It's not like, it's true."

An Tong shivered: "Who is that person?"

Luan Man didn't answer, but instead asked, "Where's Mr. Fan?"

"Upstairs. The doctor is examining the man, and she's in the room."

"Is she okay?"

An Tong was not sure: "Should... be okay? But to be honest, since I saw her tonight, she has been very bad. "

Luan Man: "Then let me give you an idea. You go up now and take care of your Boss Fan's body, or apologize to that man. Otherwise, just go and hang around."

and then?

Give Fan Shuojing a sense of presence, try to get her attention, and give her a bucket to vent?

Isn't this looking for abuse by yourself!

No wonder!

An Tong finally understood that Luan Man was not a very reliable person.

She looks serious, with a wise and mature face of Yujie, who seems to be very gentle and friendly, but in fact, the skin is black inside.

Luan Man didn't tell An Tong who that person was, An Tong hung up the phone in a fit of anger, without even saying "goodbye".

2 minute later.

An Tong writhed on the sofa, unable to sit still, got up and went upstairs.

Fan Shuojing was sitting on the single sofa in the small tea room at the stairs, in a daze.

An Tong saw her as soon as he turned the corner, he was not ready yet, he was very embarrassed: "Mr. Fan...oh, well, Miss Luan asked me to come up and see you...ok...is it okay..."

An Tong couldn't pretend anymore: "I was wrong! I shouldn't hit someone! I'm sorry!"

Fan Shuojing took a light breath, looking quite calm.

She stood up, passed An Tong downstairs, and said in a hoarse voice, "Come here."