Qi Buyang drove back to the community, returned home, poured a glass of water and sat down on the sofa in the living room, and sat very quietly.

Today, Lin Binglan's indifference to him was expected by him, he did not feel sad or discouraged, his mood was very stable, he thought that this stalemate was just the darkness before dawn, and Lin Binglan was destined to be his woman.

Some people will think that this is fate and give up on themselves, complaining, but Qi Buyang feels that fate is in his own hands, since Zhang Fangfang's death, he thinks so.

The fate of Wang Weiwei, Lin Binglan, and Lin Jingxue is in his hands, rather than resigned to fate.

Qi Buyang is full of confidence that he can control the fate of the three women, or now he has the determination that I will not go to hell who will go to hell, he is no longer bound by those morals and ethics, he can be strong. Storm Lin Binglan, is there anything that can't be done, is there anything more despicable than this?

This incident made Qi Buyang no longer care about his behavior, just like a performer who came on stage for the first time. The stage was very nervous for fear of making a mistake during the performance, and before the official performance on stage, he fell down in front of the audience because of nervousness, and then he was not nervous and no longer worried about making a mistake.

Yes, Qi Buyang doesn't care about it, whether it's spending money on feelings, playing with women's feelings, or losing morality, these despicable and shameless are better than good. Is it more despicable and shameless to storm a woman?

He branded his actions as a bad man.

After drinking a glass of water, Qi Buyang went downstairs to eat, and there was no one at home to prepare dinner for him.

Walking out of the fitness club, it was already early, Qi Buyang did not go home, but went to the bar for a drink.

He found a quiet corner, drank quietly, smoked cigarettes, and went out to have fun like a mature and attractive bad man.

However, when you come out to have fun, you should find a beautiful woman to talk to, but Qi Buyang has been sitting quietly.

Qi Buyang just wanted to get up and leave after drinking, when a fragrant wind wafted in, and a woman in a red dress sat down beside him.

"Father, long time no see."

Qi Buyang glanced up at this beautiful goblin-like face, and then his gaze fell on the white flowers on her very low chest, and asked, "Have you always worn red clothes?" ”

"Yes."

"Don't wear clothes of other colors?" Qi Buyang asked again.

"Yes." The corner of the woman in red smiled crookedly.

Then he should ask why, but Qi Buyang didn't ask, stood up and said, "I'm leaving." ”

The woman in red sat motionless and said with a smile: "I just ordered two glasses of wine, one is mine and one is yours." ”

Qi Buyang said lightly: "Tomorrow." ”

"Since you're here, you can't come in vain." The woman in red stood up as she spoke, her bewitching red lips imprinted on Qi Buyang's mouth, and gave him a hot kiss.

Lips parted, Qi Buyang said: "I may not come tomorrow." ”

The woman in red said lightly: "Then the day after tomorrow." ”

Qi Buyang smiled, didn't say yes, turned around and left.

The woman in red smiled, stretched her waist, and collapsed in the sitting position, closed her eyes and fell asleep, her closed eyes and long eyelashes, like a black butterfly vibrating its wings in autumn. The snow-white and attractive groove on the chest exudes a rich smell of meat.

I don't know how long later, a handsome man came over and asked in a graceful manner, "Miss, can I do it here?" ”

The woman in red opened her eyes lazily, looked at the man and asked, "Are you a priest?" ”

The man was stunned for a moment and asked, "What did you say?" ”

The woman in red smiled and said, "It seems that you are not. ”

The man asked, "Does it matter if I am a priest or not?" ”

The Red Woman smiled and said, "I am full of sin, and I need a priest to purify my soul." ”

The man laughed, "Then I'm the priest." sat down next to the woman in red, but his eyes involuntarily left the woman in red because of her bent legs, exposing the snow-white ** outside the red dress.

The woman in red looked at him, smiled, and said after a while, "You have to pay for lying to me." ”

The man stared at her leg and asked, "At what cost?" ”

The woman in red smiled lightly: "Die." ”

The man laughed, "You really like to joke." ”

In the dim red light, the man spoke his so-called teachings, and the woman in red listened, purifying her sinful soul.

He kissed her scarlet lips as he wished, and he felt that it was almost time for him to have further contact, but not here, in a noisy bar.

"Where do you live? Shall I send you back? ”

"It's not far from here."

"Let's go, no matter how close I am, I'll send you home to rest assured."

"Okay."

The man just wanted to gently wrap his arms around her waist, but the woman in red walked strangely in front of the man, the red dress swayed in the light, and the man's blood boiled.

The man kept staring at the merry red figure, escorting her home.

In the quiet alley, the man was suddenly covered from behind, and he struggled to resist and made a noise.

The woman in red seemed to hear, she should have heard, but she didn't react in the slightest, and her walking posture didn't change.

Soon they reached their lodgings, but she was the only one left, and the man could not keep up.

……

When she got off work in the afternoon, Lin Binglan walked out of the police station, she saw Qi Buyang, he stood motionless at the door of the police station, like a silly and wooden boy, but the slight smile he showed when he looked at this side was as considerate as a mature man.

Lin Binglan was happy and distressed, happy because of his appearance, and distressed because of his appearance.

She didn't see Qi Buyang, and she was indifferent to pass by him, and suddenly Qi Buyang, who was motionless, had a movement in his hand, Lin Binglan was immediately alert, as long as he dared to touch himself, he would immediately break his hand, his dirty hand!

She didn't know it, and once he really dared to touch herself, she gave Thunderbolt a blow.

Qi Buyang just took out a letter from his trouser pocket, and seeing that Lin Binglan didn't intend to stop, he hurriedly smoothed out the somewhat wrinkled letter squeezed in his trouser pocket, and handed it over as if holding a white flag to surrender.

Lin Binglan didn't plan to stop, but because she saw this letter, she stopped in surprise.

Qi Buyang smiled and said, "I know you don't want to talk to me, so I'll write to you." ”

Lin Binglan looked at the letter, she only felt that it was not a letter, it was more like a love letter, this scene made her feel extremely familiar, she didn't know how many things like this she had received in her life.

Lin Binglan glanced at Qi Buyang with disdain, but Qi Buyang still smiled slightly in the face of her disdainful gaze, and his hand was still in a handing posture.

Lin Binglan turned her head and left.

Qi Buyang chased after her, grabbed her hand, and forcibly stuffed the letter into her hand.

Laughter from colleagues was heard, whispering that they had seen the scene.

Lin Binglan angrily shook off Qi Buyang's hand, but forgot to interrupt his dirty hand, and instead tore the letter to shreds in front of him.