Fu Qiran's eyelashes trembled slightly, as if he was hypnotized.

Feng Zhi was overjoyed and continued: "You are in the soft big bed, relax......"

Before the words fell, Feng Zhi only felt a pain in his throat, and the sharp blade slashed through his Adam's apple.

Blood oozed out all at once.

Feng Zhi's pupils shrank sharply, and he looked at Fu Qiran in disbelief.

The knife in his hand was pressed against his neck, and he sneered: "Just because you want to hypnotize me too? ”

Fu Qiran's smile was a little cold.

The light above his head flickered on and off, making Feng Zhi shiver.

The blade seemed to be embedded in the flesh.

It hurts, it hurts densely, but it can't resist the coldness all over my body.

Fu Qiran's eyes gradually became dark, and he looked at Feng Zhi, his frightened appearance reflected in his pure black pupils.

"Seal."

His voice seemed to come from the sky, and it seemed to be right in his ears.

Feng Zhi's eyes became trance-like.

He seemed to be caught in some kind of fantastical situation, fluttering like a fairy.

He felt that his body was heavy, but at the same time it was very light and light.

A voice sounded in his head, pulling out his past little by little.

Deeper and deeper, lighter and lighter.

Feng Zhi felt as if his body was out of his control.

He seemed to say something, and then he didn't seem to say anything.

His eyelids were very heavy and heavy, and I don't know how long it took for his eyes to become dark.

He sank into darkness, as if he would never wake up.

Fu Qiran threw Feng Zhi onto the sofa, pulled out a piece of paper, and casually wiped the blade with Feng Zhi's blood.

The blade glowed coldly in the light, just like his eyes.

It's cold.

The clock is still ticking.

After half a ring, Fu Qiran put away the knife and continued to deal with the work.

As for the feudal deacon, what does it have to do with him?

It wasn't until about five o'clock in the afternoon that Feng Zhi woke up.

He touched his neck, and the blood was already clotting.

It hurts, but it's not fatal.

Feng Zhi knew very well that he was hypnotized by Fu Qiran.

In his already vigilant state, he was hypnotized.

Feng Zhi only felt chills all over his body, and his eyes when he looked at Fu Qiran were also stained with a touch of fear.

This man is terrifying.

Fu Qiran seemed to notice that Feng Zhi was awake, he raised his eyes slightly and said, "Get out when you wake up." ”

Feng Zhi pursed his lips tightly, and wanted to say something, but when he touched his eyes full of coldness, all the words were swallowed back.

He got up in silence and left the office in silence.

After he left, Fu Qiran glanced at the time, and then dialed Ruan Jiaojiao's phone.

"Jiaojiao."

The voice was gentle, and there was no coldness at all.

"Wait for me in the office obediently, I'll pick you up."

They said "yes".

Fu Qiran breathed a sigh of relief imperceptibly.

Every time, he had to hear her voice and confirm her existence in order to temporarily settle the heart that hung in the middle of nowhere.

But only temporarily.

He hung up the phone and got up to look out the window.

Outside the window, there was a glow.

The sun went down, and the warmth gradually dissipated.

At around half past five, Fu Qiran came to Ruan Jiaojiao's office.

Ruan Jiaojiao saw him coming, took the initiative to walk over and grabbed his arm and said, "Mr. Fu, let's go~"

Fu Qiran nodded slightly and left with her.

In the afterglow of the setting sun, the shadows of the two were stretched long, long.