The name of Ouyang Culture made Li Mengyao wander around the collapsed forest edge, and the corner of his eyes held back the kiss marks all over his body, and a dirty thought spread all over his brain.

Culture, Culture......

His gaze became so dazed that he lost all his movements. He lay there like a puppet, not a little angry, even the hatred was drowned by the hollow in his eyes, at this time Luo had already taken out a knife, his cousin Qing added another layer of gloom to the original hideous, he said in a weird way: "In this way, I can collect another pair of eyes." ”

He approached Li Mengyao step by step, and just when he squatted down and held the knife in his hand only one centimeter away from Li Mengyao's eyes, a sound similar to an alarm sounded in the house, and he glanced at the display screen not far away, and Ouyang Culture outside was hurrying towards him.

Tsk, Luo felt that Ouyang Wenhua had come at a bad time, ruining his good deeds, he threw down the knife and ran away in the direction of another forest, Li Mengyao's eyes were kept first, and he would come to get it!

"Lee!"

Ouyang Wenhua kicked open the closed door in a panic, but when he saw the person lying on the ground who seemed to have lost his soul, he was shocked, his body was covered with purple deep and shallow kiss marks, and there was a knife in the forest right next to him, this scene collided with his vision and made his heart hurt as if it was cut, if he was a little later, he really wouldn't be able to see Li Mengyao. He could still see the tears in the corners of Li Mengyao's eyes falling down his face to the cold floor, he didn't know if it was because the floor was a little cold in autumn or because of fear, Li Mengyao's body was trembling. Ouyang Wenhua's eyes also turned red, and the hand hanging beside him clenched into a fist. Because of anger and hatred, the green tendons on the back of his hand were suddenly visible.

In fact, when Li Mengyao didn't see Ouyang Culture, he didn't shed tears, when Ouyang Culture appeared, and then saw him such an unbearable scene, the last line of defense in his heart collapsed, Ouyang Culture stood there, but he felt thousands of miles away from him, even he hated him, how could Culture not dislike it?

However, Ouyang Wenhua, who came back to his senses in hatred, quickly closed the door, walked to Li Mengyao's body as fast as he could, untied the rope that bound his hands, and then took off his coat and draped it on Li Mengyao. Li Mengyao, who was untied, immediately reached out to get the knife not far from him, and Ouyang Wenhua, who was quick-eyed, knew his motives almost without thinking about it, he wanted to die!

Li Mengyao never caught up with Ouyang Wenhua because of his physical discomfort, he kicked the knife away, and reached out to hold Li Mengyao tightly in his arms. Li Mengyao collapsed, and the only way for the culture to find him to die was also broken, he struggled in Ouyang Wenhua's arms, shouting over and over again, let go!

"Li, Li!" Ouyang Wenhua held Li Mengyao's hand tighter and tighter, he was afraid, he was afraid of losing Li Mengyao. "Li, you can't, you can't seek death, you can't leave me, you can't do this!"

Ouyang Wenhua felt that his mouth was full of blood, and every word seemed to be stained with blood, which came from his heart, because he saw Li Mengyao like this. His incompetence hurt Li Mengyao again.

But Li Mengyao in his arms was struggling as if he couldn't hear anything, but after a while, he felt that it was dark in front of him, and the whole person fainted again, Ouyang Wenhua hurriedly called his name a few times, and then picked up the clothes on the ground to help Li Mengyao dress at will, and he wanted to take him out of here as soon as possible. There was a thick layer of hatred in his eyes.

When Song Qingzhi and Ouyang Yifan arrived, they saw Ouyang Wenhua coming out of the house with Li Mengyao in his arms, and they knew what was probably going on when they saw Li Mengyao in Ouyang Wenhua's arms, who was a little disheveled.

"Cultural ......"

"Let's go back. ”

Ouyang Wenhua interrupted Song Qingzhi's words, and now he just wanted to take Li Mengyao out of here, but he didn't walk many steps and stopped with his back to Song Qingzhi, and said in a cold voice: "Help me burn this place." ”

How much hatred there was between his words was clearly visible, and after he finished saying this, he took Li Mengyao into the car, Ouyang Wenhua did not take Li Mengyao home but went directly to the White Palace, because he imagined that if Li Mengyao woke up, if Xin Qingxu was too excited, at least someone would help take care of him.

Ouyang Wenhua looked at Li Mengyao who was sitting next to Lin from the rearview mirror, the tears on his face had not yet dried, as if he was having an infinite nightmare, his originally good-looking brows were tightly wrinkled but he refused to wake up, his eyes turned to his wrist, where there was a circle of red marks.

Ouyang Wenhua only felt that his eyes were sore, his vision had become blurred when he turned his face to look at the road ahead, and when he realized that his face was already wet with tears when he was crying, he reached out to wipe away his tears, but the feeling of heartache was still so obvious, and the anger in his heart could not be vented, and finally his left hand slammed into the steering wheel, and a muffled sound made his fist turn red, but the pain in his hand was far less than in his heart, he felt so much hatred for himself for the first time, he promised in front of Li Mengyao's parents that he would protect him and make him happy, but he couldn't do it at all, and even gave him the idea of seeking death……

Lee, what should I do, what should I do if you really leave me?

- This article is pure fiction and has nothing to do with reality

Li Mengyao and Ouyang Wenhua, who returned to the room, sat on the balcony forest, and both of them fell silent. Half a day ago, he and Ouyang Wenhua had an in-depth conversation, the content of which revolved around the case of Song Qingzhi and his mother being kidnapped fourteen years ago, and Ouyang Wenhua answered the phone ten minutes ago, as if Qianshitang Nalin had called something Narin's underground casino had an accident and asked Ouyang Wenhua to go back and deal with it, Li Mengyao didn't pay too much attention to listen, because his attention was not on this matter at all, but on Song Qingzhi's mother's eyes.

When he learned from Ouyang Yifan's mouth that his godmother's eyes were in Luo's hands, he had been thinking about these questions repeatedly: Why did he have godmother's eyes? What is his relationship with the person who kidnapped Peaches and Godmother back then, or does he know some clues about the case 14 years ago......

Ouyang Wenhua, who ended the call, saw Li Mengyao sitting there motionless, and knew that he was thinking about that thing again, he reached out and straightened the hair on the top of Li Mengyao's head, "I'm thinking about my eyes again." ”

Ouyang Wenhua's words interrupted Li Mengyao's contemplation, he raised his head to look at the person in the forest, smiled and replied softly, "Hmm." ”