It's not that the knife hasn't been provoked, but there are very few women who dare to provoke him.

Lin Man is considered one, but he didn't expect that now there is another Ding Lan.

But it is obvious that Ding Lan and Lin Man are not the same kind of people. No matter how sharp Lin Man is, he will never have a sharp edge on the people around him. She is the surface, but soft on the inside.

But Ding Lan is different.

Ding Lan is like a hedgehog covered in thorns...... No! It's not a hedgehog yet, the thorns of a hedgehog can be broken, and Ding Lan's body is a sharp blade, as hard as iron.

Looking at Ding Lan's provocative gaze, Xiao Dao just smiled, because Ding Lan didn't know that as a mercenary, he specialized in playing with these sharp blades.

Xiaodao had already dressed himself at this time, but even so, what Ding Lan saw in his eyes seemed to be the unwielding, sturdy and scarred body.

The knife walked up to Ding Lan step by step, slowly, unhurriedly, looking at the trash can at his feet, his eyebrows couldn't help but pick, and he squatted down suddenly.

Ding Lan was shocked, but he resisted the urge to step forward and pull up the knife.

No! He wouldn't actually go out of the trash and eat noodles!

The knife squatted next to the trash can, looking at the white noodles inside, like a woman's skin, and couldn't help sighing,

"Tut-tut, pity you, you're being used to!"

After saying a word, the knife immediately stretched out his hand, and really, really, went to pick up those noodles.

Ding Lan's eyes widened, almost unable to believe what she saw, her hand hanging by her side couldn't help but clench hard, and the knuckles on her fingertips began to turn pale because of the force.

The knife's slender fingers picked up a noodle, looked at it playfully, and then brought it to his mouth.

Ding Lan didn't hold back after all, stepped forward and grabbed the knife, forced him to stand up, and faced himself.

Her face was very bad, not indifferent, but angry!

What a real outrage!

Looking at Ding Lan like this, the knife suddenly laughed, and the anger in Ding Lan's heart was even more turbulent:

"Is it funny?"

Knife shrugged his shoulders somewhat innocently:

"I just saw that you had other emotions on your face except for indifference and lust, and suddenly I felt that you were also a woman!

Real women! ”

The knife meant something, but Ding Lan had no way to relieve the anger in her heart, she had a pair of black eyes, straight and sharp, staring straight at the knife, word by word:

"What do you want? Well? What exactly do you want to do to provoke me? ”

Seeing that his goal was finally achieved, Xiaodao simply stopped pretending, but restrained the smile on his lips and looked at Ding Lan deeply:

"I don't force you to accept Mo's cooperation, but, Ding Lan, why are you doing this to yourself?"

The knife's words were like a basin of cold water, and suddenly extinguished all the flames of anger in Ding Lan's heart.

Why did she do this to herself?

Hehe!

Ding Lan also smiled, laughing so inexplicably, but it was so shocking.

"What did I do to myself?

I'm good with myself, I'm enjoying life every day, what's wrong? ”

Ding Lan's indifferent and even indifferent attitude made Xiaodao's heart feel like he had pressed a boulder, and he was uncomfortable.

Good to yourself?

In this case, it is thanks to her that she can say it!

The knife pinched his fingers hard:

"Okay?

One night stand all day, sleeping with different men, it doesn't matter how much negative news is exposed, even if you are accused of being a junior, you don't care?

Hehe, Ding Lan, you are really good enough to yourself!

It turns out that what you call good is to indulge yourself! ”

Because of the anger, the green tendons in the corners of the knife have flared up, but Ding Lan just felt funny when he looked at it:

"Knife, didn't you hear what I just said?"

"What?"

"I said, we're just having fun, so why do you mind?

Don't cross the line, okay? ”

Play!

It's the word again!

Xiaodao looked at the vague smile on the corner of Ding Lan's mouth, looked at the indifference in her eyes, and suddenly felt a little tired.

He raised a hand and pointed hard at Ding Lan with his fingers, as if he was venting something, but in the end nothing came out.

In the end, he just hung his hand weakly and laughed at himself:

"Excellent! Ding Lan, you said it!

Very good! Well done! I'm crazy to care about you! ”

Viciously throwing down a sentence, the knife immediately turned around, and strode out without looking back, from beginning to end, except for a back, nothing was left for Ding Lan.

It wasn't until there was a heavy sound of the door closing in the room that Ding Lan felt a little collapsed.

The smile on the corner of her mouth couldn't hold back any longer, and the whole person leaned on the glass platform a little weakly, and slowly slid down.

Ding Lan curled up his body and rested his head on his knees, like a hedgehog that had been injured.

Knife said that he was crazy to care about her!

Hehe!

How many years, how many years, no one has said anything similar to her in this tone.

For a moment, she seemed to have gone back to the past, and looked at her father's eyes full of indifference and told her:

"You're not my daughter, and I never looked forward to your birth."

For a moment, I seemed to see my mother hysterical and looked at her with a hideous face:

"Get out! I don't want to see you again! It's useless, I can't even keep your father, why should I give birth to you? Why? ”

She would only be silent at that time, and she didn't know why her mother gave birth to her, obviously her arrival, everyone didn't look forward to it, and even disgusted it!

There is also that woman, and Li Yifei......

Scene after scene, pile after pile, the past is like a raging flood, tumbling over, overwhelming, and irrepressible.

Ding Lan trembled and opened the drawer under the coffee table, took out the curling stone and a small packet of ice-colored solids from it, and burned the solids on the tin foil with a lighter, watching them melt little by little, and be sucked into his body little by little under the filter of the curling stone.

For a moment, she seemed to be at peace, and those images were withdrawn from her mind little by little, and finally only the man was left, his moist and bright eyes, and he was left sweating profusely on his body.

Ding Lan leaned back heavily, leaning on the back of the sofa, and his blood seemed to be flowing like the man's sweat.

Ding Lan smiled.

Penknife!

……

Knife was almost furious, rushed downstairs in a hurry, and drove all the way, he didn't know how he could be so angry.

Obviously, obviously that woman is not wrong at all!

What is between him and her? Actually, it's nothing!

She loves to play, she likes to be crazy, she likes to indulge herself, she likes to do nothing about it! They were one-night stands, and at most now they were friends; It wasn't his turn to meddle at all.

But he just couldn't see it, and he couldn't see Ding Lan looking at himself lazily with that indifferent look!

Thinking of this, the knife braked a little irritably, parked the car on the side of the road, took out a cigarette with a somewhat trembling finger and lit it, and took several puffs hard before calming down.

Knife, knife, I didn't expect you to have today!

That Ding Lan woman is simply a catastrophe that you can't get through in this life!

Smiling slightly, the knife raised his hand, threw the cigarette butt that had burned to the end out of the window, turned the key again, stepped on the accelerator, turned the front of the car, and drove in the direction of Ding Lan's house.

Ding Lan, I'm sorry, I think I'm really crazy!

So I'm in charge of your business!

Whether you want to or not! From now on, I will take over your life, and I will redeem you!

Back at Ding Lan's house, Xiaodao rang the doorbell for a long time with some irritability, but no one responded, he couldn't help frowning a little unhappily, but when he looked down, he found that he was too anxious and hard when he just left, so although the door was thrown out loud, it was not locked.

The knife hooked the corner of his lips and smiled.

Ding Lan, look, God has let you fall into my hands!

As soon as he opened the door, the knife's face sank suddenly, and there was a strange smell everywhere in the air.

He is also accustomed to seeing bloody wind and rain, and has seen a lot of all kinds of ugliness, so some things, even if you smell them lightly, you can detect a clue.

His ruthless and cold eyes like a night wolf suddenly narrowed, and when he took a few steps forward, he saw Ding Lan who was powerless to lean on the sofa, his eyes were dilated, and his lips were pale.

Eyes wandered, the alcohol stove on the table, the tin foil, the curling stone with the tube plugged in......

The green tendons on the corner of the knife's forehead burst out all of a sudden, and he grabbed Ding Lan's wrist almost without any pity, and squeezed out a few cold words from between his teeth that could almost freeze people:

"What the hell are you doing?"

Ding Lan slowly opened his eyes when he heard the voice, and what caught his eye was the angular face of the knife, but his face was gloomy and terrifying. It's like a tornado, and in the next second, it will sweep her away mercilessly and fly into the sky.

Ding Lan smiled lightly, she often touched these things, and knew that viruses can only make people energetic and extremely persistent about something, but they can't make people hallucinate.

So she knew that the person in front of her was really a knife.

"Why are you back?"

Ding Lan answered the question, but the knife didn't buy it at all:

"What are you doing?

Didn't you say you'd be nice to yourself? Ding Lan, I really underestimate you, it turns out that you like this kind of thing in addition to men! ”

As he spoke, the knife roughly pulled Ding Lan up from the sofa and put him in the bedroom.

Ding Lan was now powerless, and she couldn't resist at all, so she could only let the knife slam her on the bed.

"Hmm!"

The sudden dull pain made Ding Lan twist his eyebrows a little unpleasantly, and let out a low groan:

"You're hurting me!"

Hurt?

"Huh!"

Xiaodao smiled coldly, took off the clothes on his upper body, and then leaned over Ding Lan, one arm was placed on her ear, and the other hand grabbed her chin, forcing her to look at herself:

"Don't some people like to make and love when they play with ice?

Don't worry, you'll be cool when you will have it! ”