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Hearing the ghost's voice, the obedient man opened his eyes wide and grabbed him tightly.
Seeing the good brother running away with a face full of horror, he didn't dare to look back at all, Yan Rong laughed wantonly, showing off on He Qing like a winner.
"Did you see that? This is what he means by liking you. When he sees you being fucked by me, he shrinks up like a turtle and runs away."
He was very happy. After all, watching Yan Ze make a fool of himself, especially pressing He Qing in front of him, brought Yan Rong great pleasure.
Happy, naturally want to celebrate.
? The ghost lowered his head, kissed the person under him delicately, saw that he was as stiff as a stone, and asked with a smile, "What's the matter, Mr. He? Have I hurt your noble self-esteem?"
"Don't worry." He smiled, "I will hurt more in the future."
He Qing's entire face was wooden, he trembled his eyelashes, slowly raised his eyes to meet Yan Rong's gaze, and asked in a light voice, "Did you do it on purpose?"
Seeing the ghost raise his eyebrows, the man continued, "You let him see it on purpose."
"Otherwise what do you think?"
Seeing He Qing's pale face staring at him, Yan Rong was inexplicably upset, he ignored these emotions, and said directly, "You don't really think that I will protect you after playing with you for so many days Bar?"
"How does it feel to show your true face in front of Yan Ze? Does it hurt that tall face is torn apart?"
He was talking in his mouth, and his original movements continued, but the man no longer relaxed his body to cooperate as before, but just looked at him so stiffly.
Yan Rong hated this look in his eyes, calm and indifferent, as if no matter what he did, this person would not take it into his heart.
Since it is to be used, then why do you have to make such a look.
The more the ghost thought about it, the more angry it became, and it moved a little harder. He Qing's face was gradually stained red by him, but he still insisted on refusing to cry out.
The more uncooperative this person is, the more Yan Rong wants to see him lose control.
He firmly suppressed the people under him, and used all the words he knew to tease, lure and intimidate, but until the end, He Qing didn't yell again.
It's just that those white and slender hands have been hugging the ghost tightly and never let go.
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Yan Ze ran down the stairs under the suspicious gaze of the doctor full of fear, and almost tripped under his feet before he reacted.
Yan Rong, that is Yan Rong.
Why is it Yan Rong? Isn't he dead?
What he saw with his own eyes was that the scorched black body was pulled out of the car, and because it had been trapped in the seat, the two almost merged into one.
Yan Ze watched those people violently separate the corpse from the seat with tools almost with pleasure, and then watched the corpse being pushed to cremation.
Yan Rong was dead, and the guy who was always against him was nothing but a pile of ashes.
Why, why did he see that guy on Ah Qing, and Ah Qing
He didn't want to understand, but all the things from the past appeared in his mind one by one and connected in series.
The ambiguous mark on Ah Qing's body, his vague words, and the chill that he felt when he went to He's house that day.
No matter how impossible it is, it seems possible.
Yan Rong died, but he was still alive.
He is like an evil ghost, pressing on the person he likes and provoking him.
"Mr. Yan, what's the matter?" The doctor also came down at the moment, seeing Yan Ze's ugly face, and asked, "Shall we go to see a doctor?"
"No, I won't go" Yan Ze's eyes were in a trance, and then he realized that his back was covered in cold sweat, and even thin beads of sweat were oozing from his forehead.
He tried his best to suppress the trembling of his body, and forced an apologetic smile at the doctor, "I'm really sorry, but I let you make this trip in vain, and I'll ask the driver to take you back."
After sending the driver into the car, Yan Ze walked on the road alone, his brain running wildly.
That day, when he was on the phone, he really felt cold all over. Could it be that Yan Rong had already existed at that time.
But he hates himself so much, since he has become a ghost, heard the content of his phone call, and knew that he killed him, why didn't he come to him all the time, but stayed by He Qing's side?
Yan Ze couldn't figure it out, but the more he thought about it, the colder his heart became.
He wiped the sweat from his brow, it was so hot in summer, he felt bone-chillingly cold.
He wants to escape, really wants to leave?Looking like she was about to stand unsteadily, her slender white fingers grasped the magic table, He Qing looked at the small bottle, and said softly, "Do you want to eat?"
"You can eat food now, I'll make some for you."
After finishing speaking, his face was pale, and his figure could even be said to have left the ghost's sight hastily.
Only Yan Rong was left standing in the distance, with some doubts in his eyes, he touched the heart that would not be beating for a long time.
Why, it seems a little uncomfortable here?
Isn't he already dead?
Thinking about it, he unconsciously raised his eyes, but met the little bottle.
Beautiful patterns, entwined with red threads, look great.
If the bottle was not filled with He Qing's crush, Yan Rong would think that this bottle was quite in line with his aesthetics.
Especially the red line on the top is really beautiful.
but¡¡
He Qing used him because of this bottle?
So what if he smashes the bottle?
Yan Rong now has a physical body, and he can easily drop this fragile little bottle to the ground.
As long as it is slightly dropped, it can be torn apart.
¡ª¡ªThen, He Qing can only have him in his eyes.
A smile appeared on the ghost's pale face, and he slowly extended his hand towards the bottle.
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