The paper man who has been raised for two years is a big shot

After autumn, the temperature is getting colder and colder. The white belly with its own temperature is still soft and can be plucked. I don't know how many times more comfortable than the bed. Jian Qiuran can't resist it at all. She lies on her belly and rubs back and forth, tossing for a long time before going to sleep.

The big white tiger, who was already full of anger, was almost insomnia, but the young man didn't notice it, curled up in his arms, his sleeping posture was so cute and innocent that it was unbearable to disturb him.

The big white tiger looked around and could only sigh and tighten the circle of people.

Not yet, just bear with it.

A good night's sleep, the young man sleeps super satisfyingly, and his body relaxes and his mood also improves. It is rare to stay in bed in the morning, rubbing against his soft white belly and unwilling to get up.

The big white tiger let him go, flicked its tail back and forth, occasionally climbed up to his ankles, and hugged him tightly.

Jian Qiuran squinted in comfort for a while, half asleep and half awake, suddenly remembered that she wanted to take revenge, so she immediately cheered up and got up to take a shower.

The big white tiger turned into the bathroom to wash up.

The tall and short figures were reflected in the mirror, doing the same movements, occasionally looking at each other in the mirror, and occasionally rubbing their shoulders and touching their arms because of washing.

The man likes this kind of atmosphere very much. His eyebrows and eyes are always gentle. After washing up, he stands beside the young man and waits for the young man. He takes his mobile phone to order food by the way.

Both of them were in a good mood, and went to visit the prison after a peaceful breakfast.

The king still has a wound on his forehead. When he saw them, he looked at the man for the first time, with deep emotions in his eyes and his lips curled up slowly, obviously still holding grudges.

Jian Qiuran knocked on the table: "I'm the one visiting you to see what he's doing."

The king withdrew his gaze and sat on the other side of the glass. The crackling of the handcuffs was especially obvious in the empty visiting room.

He looked down at the handcuffs, then looked up at the young man, and said with a smile, "I didn't expect it to be like this when we met for the first time. It's really rude."

Jian Qiuran said coolly: "There's no need to apologize, you're going to be rude for the rest of your life anyway."

The king paused for a second, still smiling: "It really is your speaking style, Ace of Hearts, you are more perfect than I imagined."

The man who was listening frowned, and his gaze was filled with disgust.

Jian Qiuran calmly disgusted each other with him: "But you let me down, you are uglier than the eyes of the sky."

The king laughed: "It's my fault."

Although they are brothers, the king is obviously deeper than Tianyan and can hold his breath. Verbal stimulation is of no use to him.

He even joked: "If I knew you would come, I would definitely clean up my face and make myself look more energetic."

Jian Qiuran had expected his reaction long ago, and said calmly: "There is no need to be so grand, I just want to see what the legendary king looks like, it's no big deal."

He got up and nodded: "See you, see you, goodbye."

After speaking, he turned around and left.

The king, who was mentally prepared, was caught off guard and frowned fiercely.

The young man definitely came with a purpose, he couldn't let himself go so easily.

The king thought about it, and stared at the back of the young man calmly, but saw that the other party didn't even hesitate, stepped out of the visiting room and disappeared at the door.

gone?

Actually left?

It feels as if you have prepared thousands of horses and iron walls, just waiting for the enemy to attack, but the other party glanced at you lightly and said 'stupid'.

It was the first time that the king was confused.

At this moment, a pair of cold brown eyes suddenly appeared in front of his eyes. The other party looked at him without saying a word, but the feeling of being restrained made his whole scalp numb and felt the threat of his life.

But the other party also did nothing and left.

King: "???"

What exactly are they trying to do? !

The two feet in the air one after another made the king dizzy and dizzy. He didn't understand what they meant, or did he say he had been tricked unknowingly?Or are they boiling the eagle to scare themselves?

The tip of the waiting knife has not fallen for a long time, and the person being executed is the most unbearable.

The king knew that he was not in the right mood now, and when he was brought back to the prison, he kept adjusting his mood, speculating on the young man's intentions—maybe he would come back tomorrow, if he came tomorrow, it would mean that the other party was deliberately scaring him, if he didn't come back, it would be...

boom--

The heavy isolation prison door was closed firmly, the king frowned displeased when his thoughts were interrupted, and when he raised his head to determine the position of the bed and lay down, he froze in vain.

Because in the past, there were only two more people in the prison where there was only one, familiar, old, people wearing shrouds.

They looked haggard, but their eyes were particularly dark and bright. When they stared at him motionlessly, their eyes were full of condemnation and disgust.

The king closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, he saw that the other party was still there.

Is this the ace of hearts or the spiritual hint that the man gave himself?It turned out that they were waiting for themselves here!

The king quickly understood his situation, pretended not to see the person over there, lying on the bed desperately sober and steady, trying to free himself from the hint.

But it was useless, after two hours of hard work, they still stood in the corner, staring at him with their eyes, moving their eyes following his movements.

The only good thing is they don't do anything else.

That way he still has time to break free.

The king felt at ease, and when he was lying on the bed after dinner, the person in the corner suddenly started talking.

A male voice said: "Look, this is the son you brought here. If it wasn't for him, why would my son become like this? It's all his fault."

A female voice cried: "I'm sorry, it's all because I can't teach my son well, and it's all my fault."

"I used to feel bad for him because of my heart. I want him to pay the price."

"sorry Sorry……"

The king pursed his lips, not fluctuating about such low-level hints.

But in the next second, he felt that something was wrong, and when he opened his eyes suddenly, he saw that the man was already close to him, and he was slashing fiercely with a big knife.

It's fake, it's fake.

The king stared at the man, raised his head to face the blade, and saw that it was about to fall on his face, the woman next to him finally couldn't help it, pushed the man's arm away, and cried loudly: "Run, he's going to kill you! "

The big knife hit the bed with a roar, and the king sat in the ruins for a long time, and suddenly realized that he was dripping with cold sweat.

Could it be that he was wrong, that the young man deliberately made him think it was a fake, and wanted to take his life away?

The king's heart was even more confused, and he fled in the narrow prison with only one bed, trying to avoid the attack of the big knife.

But the place was still too small, and the other party swung the big knife vigorously and finally wiped his arm, leaving a bloodstain.

The huge pain made the king instantly understand that he had guessed right, no matter what the reason was, it was true, and he must not let the other party hurt him just because it was false! !

He started to flee even more crazily, and even yelled, hoping that someone would notice him. Unfortunately, the usual monitoring and patrolling, but the police who were very vigilant if there was anything wrong, never showed up.

The scars gradually increased, and there was an ugly bloodstain running across his main artery. If he didn't evade in time, he might have died.

The king's footsteps also became slower and slower, almost exhausted.

He finally fell down, in a pool of blood, and the last thing he saw before he passed out was the man holding a big knife and looking down.

But he woke up again. Although he was physically and mentally exhausted, he was truly alive.

Last night, the ferocious man was trapped in the shadow of the corner and dared not come out. The woman hugged his leg and wept. Occasionally looking at the king was complicated and disappointed, and silently accused him.

Too real, is this really a psychological suggestion?

The king felt dazed, but he was more fortunate that at least he was still alive.

It's dawn, which is great.

He eats breakfast in a labor camp, and in his spare time he struggles to break free from mental cues. Finally, he can rest at night, but the man suddenly pops out, holding a big knife and continuing to chase him down.

The king could only continue to hide with his tired body.

Sleepiness, exhaustion, unresolved hopelessness...

Day after day, he finally couldn't take it anymore, and just lay on the bed waiting to die.But the pain was real. The man chopped off his hands and tried to kill him. The pain was unbearable, so he could only escape again with the help of the woman, dragging his bloody arm.

Still have to escape.

It hurt so much that he was afraid of death.

Within a month, the king was tortured to the point of going crazy.

The inescapable mental suggestion, the exhausted mental body that cannot rest, the strangeness that no one can detect, and the man standing in the corner staring at him...

This was the first time he felt broken, and even begged them to let him go, saying that he knew he was wrong.

But they didn't, they followed him like dead ghosts, jumping out every night to torture him.

The days are long, and the ordeal is just the beginning of the iceberg.

At this time, Jian Qiuran had already arrived in Wanyao with the man, and began to deal with the matter of shares and inheritance.

Mr. Lin, who has lost sight of Shenlong, suddenly wants to go back to the company! !

After receiving the news, the whole company was elated. While looking forward to seeing the real Mr. Lin, they anxiously tidied up the office hygiene. They only hated that they would lose their legs now that they were lazy.

Secretary Xu who came to pick him up was even more excited and put on his little wings, wishing to fly up and announce to the world——Boss Lin is so handsome!Mr. Lin and Mr. Jian are a perfect match! !

It was said before that it depends on their appearance to determine whether they are colleagues or brothers, but now it seems that it is absolutely tricky to focus on appearance!

Secretary Xu quietly sent a message to the small group: "I'm not bragging, Mr. Lin is a real-life domineering president. He is tall, long, leggy and good-looking. Standing with Mr. Jian is a perfect match!"

Xiaoqun was instantly excited: "Is there any picture? Let me be healthy, let me be healthy!"

Secretary Xu: "No, Boss Lin is very sharp. I was spotted peeking in the rearview mirror. He gave me a super fierce look at QAQ."

After she cried, she added: "However, no matter how fierce Mr. Lin is, he is also super nice to Mr. Jian. Even if Mr. Jian coughs twice, he will be so nervous."

Xiaoqun: "Wow, the socialist brotherhood I've been looking forward to for a long time! It's not normal for Mr. Lin to love pets with Mr. Jian. It really is tricky!"

Someone shouted: "Ahhhhhhh my Mr. Jane was finally snatched away by other stinky men!!"

This sentence was sent when their plane landed and boarded the car.

The man was one step behind the young man, and from the corner of his eye, he happened to glance at Secretary Xu's lit screen and the new incoming news.

He was silent for a moment, then suddenly took away Secretary Xu's cell phone.

As a result, a voice suddenly appeared in Mr. Jian's beauty group, who was still frantically confessing his love.

Clicking on it was a very cold man's voice.

The other party said: "He is not your husband, nor was he taken away. He belongs to me."