: Naturally, life is full of hatred, Shui Changdong (65)

Author: Yaoli

: Naturally, life is full of hatred, Shui Changdong (65)

Yan Ran returned to the villa and smoked several cigarettes before calming down. His fingertips were shaking.

Taking out his cell phone, Yan Ran finally made the call that he had not communicated with for a month.

The phone rang for a long time before it was answered.

The man's voice was cool and gentle.

"Brother Yan."

Yan Ran covered her eyes, blocked the light, and said in a hoarse and slow voice, "Well... when will you come back?"

"I won't be back today."

Yan Ran was very determined, "You must come back. I have something to tell you."

The man was still gentle, "Brother Yan, I really can't come back today."

Putting down his hand, Yan Ran closed his eyes, his long and thick eyelashes leaving a dark shadow under his pale eyes, "...how long are you going to hide from me?"

"I didn't. Brother Yan, don't think too much. I'm really busy."

Yan Ran was minding his own business, "Then I'll go find you?"

Perhaps because he didn't want the outside world to know what the relationship between the two was, Fu Ji was silent for a while and did not refuse, "Then in two days..."

"Now." Yan Ran said without any doubt, "Come back right away."

It is mandatory and leaves no room for anything.

Perhaps it stimulated the man, and his breathing gradually became unsteady.

The two faced off for a long time.

It ended with the man hanging up the phone.

Yan Ran put down the phone and put his hands on his chin.

Almost an hour later, footsteps were heard at the study door, and within a few minutes, the study door was pushed open.

A man in a suit and leather shoes with a handsome face walked in.

Yan Ran was sitting on the sofa, her legs crossed together, her cold white face looked sharp because she was too beautiful, and the red mole on the tip of her nose was breathtaking.

Without raising her eyes, her pale lips uttered one word, "Sit."

Fu Ji sat down, neither far nor near.

He looked at Yan Ran, his expression was as usual, and there was a slight smile on the corner of his mouth, which was both decent and false.

"Brother Yan, have you eaten at this late hour? Do you want me to show you something?"

The man's tone was extremely natural, as if the two of them had never had a cold war.

Yan Ran suddenly found that the person in front of him was so unfamiliar. That face was obviously smiling, but it was hiding malice and falsehood that was about to overflow. It could barely maintain this human skin, like a man-eating beast.

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"Don't you have anything to say to me?" Yan Ran asked.

Fu Ji pretended to think for a few times, and then showed a helpless smile, "Brother Yan, just say it if you have anything to say. I'm really busy and don't have time to make trouble with you."

"Am I the one making trouble? Or are you making trouble?" Yan Ran asked calmly, with a cold white face that was almost transparent and black eyelashes, "Xiao Ji, do you know what you are doing?"

The stiff smile on Fu Ji's face could no longer be maintained, and the coldness between his brows and eyes was bone-chilling.

As expected, he is not suitable for acting at all.

No patience.

Putting his fingers on his thigh, Yan Ran said, "You can't make any more mistakes."

Fu Ji's indifferent face showed sarcasm, "You don't know anything, why do you think I'm wrong?"

There is never absolute right or wrong, grudges are too complicated, and people are too complicated.

Yan Ran looked into his eyes and asked, "What do you want?"

How far will it go?

Fu Ji didn't speak, his deep black eyes seemed like an abyss of despair.

Yan Ran sighed, as if helpless, and moved her body, but Fu Ji thought she wanted to leave and grabbed her arm with one hand.

The man's breath was cold, suppressing his restless violence.

Fu Ji almost used brute force to pull her over and drag her to his side. The force was so strong that it hurt Yan Ran's bones: "Do you think I did something wrong?"

Yan Ran's light-colored pupils seemed to be filled with emotions. She frowned and said helplessly, "I just don't want you to torture yourself like this."

Fu Ji seemed to have heard a big joke: "How could it be? Brother Yan, I am very happy now."

Really happy?

Anyway, Yan Ran didn't notice it. Yan Ran's arm was a little painful from being pulled, and she wanted to break away, "But you shouldn't do that to Fu Yi."

Fu Ji's eyes narrowed, and when he looked at Yan Ran again, his eyes were filled with danger, even a rare irritability.

"In the end, you still do it for Fu Yi, right?"

Yan Ran was very calm, "I'm doing this for you."

Fu Ji's voice was cold and sarcastic: "For me? If you really do it for me, then don't worry about anything."

"I don't care about you, who will care about you."

Yan Ran raised his head to look at him, his eyes rising and turning red.

Fu Ji's finger bones made a snapping sound, which was like a prelude to violence. He almost sneered: "You can't control me, and you don't deserve to control me. Brother Yan, didn't you say you like me? Shouldn't you support me?"

Why are you accusing me like those people?"

"Do you think like them that I am a lunatic and a psychopath?"

Yan Ran's pupils dilated slightly and she opened her mouth, but before she could make a sound, Fu Ji suddenly grabbed her fragile neck.

Forced to raise his face, his long and graceful neck was as vulnerable as a swan.

Yan Ran did not struggle, the ends of his eyes were red and eroded, and there was water in his eyes due to suffocation.

Fu Ji had never been so out of control and furious when Yan Ran was awake. His expression was violent and twisted, as if he wanted to kill Yan Ran.

He also laughed, his smile was full of nervousness.

"They're right, I'm just a psychopath." The man gasped, his breath hot and hot.

He has been crazy for a long time. After staying in a mental hospital for so many years, he was driven crazy even if he was not crazy.

Fu Ji had already died in that fire.

What he is now is just a fierce ghost in human skin, waving his claws and biting people crazily, opening a pair of blood-soaked sharp teeth, trying to tear Yan Ran to pieces.

Fu Ji pressed his forehead against Yan Ran's, feeling the warm body temperature and Yan Ran's trembling. His light-colored pupils were filled with moisture, his pale face was covered with flushes due to suffocation, and his nerves were beating heavily against his temples.

, he could suddenly feel an unprecedented strong stimulation.

The heat is unbearable and the blood boils like soup.

He smelled Yan Ran's body, which was light and light, like a flower bud that had not fully bloomed, shyly leaking out wisps of fragrance.

Her life is in his hands.

Trembling faintly, like a prey locked in the darkness.

"Do you still like me like this?"

His voice was very soft, almost breathy, like the whisper of a demon.

Yan Ran bit her pale lips tightly, drawing blood as if she were wearing bright lipstick.

Fu Ji leaned over and wanted to suck the blood from Yan Ran's lips, but Yan Ran suddenly turned away.

Fu Ji's lips were pressed against her white and soft cheek, and the warmth made his scalp tingle.

Fu Ji loosened his hand and turned it into a gentle hug.

Completely opposite to his actions was his expression. Bloodshot eyes were covered with blood, and a twisted crack appeared on his sculptured face.

"Brother Yan, you have fallen in love with a psychopath."

Fu Ji was born for revenge. His previous life was really miserable...
Chapter completed!