“？？？” Tang Guo looked at the beautiful boy who suddenly became angry, and his face was confused.

"You know everything, why don't you make it clear?"

Tang Guo slapped the steering wheel hard, and the car horn suddenly sounded, and both of them were startled.

The security guard at the entrance of the training camp came over with a flashlight, and Tang Guo grabbed his arm and pressed him into the cramped space under the passenger seat.

The security guard turned on the lights and saw Tang Guo's face clearly, the lights swept into the car, and said to Tang Guo: "Teacher Tang, why did you come back so late?" ”

"Deal with some personal matters, you are on the night shift today, you have worked hard."

Tang Guo swept away his previous irritability and talked to the security guard in a soft voice.

"Okay, Mr. Tang, let's go in."

Tang Guo let go of the hand that was pressing Shen Xiuran's back, played the steering wheel, and drove the car into the training camp.

It wasn't until the car drove to the parking lot that Shen Xiuran sat up straight, rubbing his waist with a pale face.

"Hurry back to sleep." After Tang Guo closed the car door, he walked towards the dormitory without looking back.

Zao Zao looked at her striding meteor appearance, and quietly breathed a sigh of relief: "Guoguo is not angry." ”

"I'm not angry." Tang Guo raised two middle fingers and snorted coldly, "Help him again, I'm here." ”

Zaozao: I don't know why, I always feel that the queen of his family will be slapped in the face.

……

After Shen Xiuran returned to the dormitory, Gan Ze, who was applying a mask by the door, sat up straight: "Are you back?" You're late today. ”

"Hmm." His pale face and tired look made Gan Ze swallow all the words he wanted to ask.

"Feeling unwell? Hurry up and wash up and get some rest. Gan Ze got up and poured a glass of water and put it on his desk, "Did you see Teacher Tang when you came back today?" ”

Shen Xiuran's nerves were tense, and he held the cup with one hand: "No, what's wrong?" ”

"Oh, I guess I haven't come back yet." Gan Ze patted the mask on his face and gossiped with him, "This afternoon, Teacher Tang suddenly left in a hurry, saying that he suddenly remembered an urgent matter, and then the person ran away, and we were worried that she would be in trouble......"

"Suddenly remembered?" Shen Xiuran lowered his eyes and thought, and his slightly curled eyelashes shook slightly.

How did she find out she was at the Golden Yang Hotel?

How do you just realize that you are in trouble?

Did you send someone to follow you all the time?

But none of the brokers, assistants, and investors who took him out seemed to find out......

That night, Shen Xiuran had a dream.

When he woke up in the middle of the night, he reached out and touched his face, which was covered in sweat.

The back of his pajamas was also wet, and he reached down against his abdomen to try to stop the nauseous feeling.

He couldn't tell the difference between reality and dreams, and his body seemed to be entangled in a poisonous snake, and what was attached to his body was unknown mucus.

The pot-bellied man in the dream pressed on top of him, ripped off his clothes, pressed him against the bed and licked his neck, leaving him almost breathless......

He wanted to bite the man's throat, but his limbs lost his strength, his body was terrifyingly hot, and he could only watch himself being violated, over and over again, his eyes went from fear and resentment to numbness and despair.

It was raining heavily outside the window, and when the lightning came on, it illuminated the building opposite.

At that moment, he wanted to jump from the window, and it seemed that by jumping everything would be free......

The sheets were stained with blood, and his body was scarred by the deformed possession, but until he was the only one left in the room, he listened to his own amplified breathing, and suddenly wanted to live.

To live, to tear those people apart little by little, to send them to hell with your own hands, to ruin their lives......

The thoughts of tyrannical madness took root in his chest like tinder, sustaining him to see the white light in the sky, then he got up from the bed, washed his contents off, and limped out of the room.