Ji Qingyan was imprisoned by Jiang Luan in a villa on the outskirts of the city for a whole week, Jiang Luan's personality and temper are extremely eccentric, so even the decoration of the villa is weird, only three colors can be seen: black, white, gray, and even roses are only white.

There's also a color, red, the color of blood that is particularly vivid.

In addition to Jiang Luan's ability to make money, his painting attainments are also extremely high.

The paintings on the walls of the villa are all painted by himself, but they are also mainly black, white and gray, with one or two of them mainly red.

If you look at a painting alone, you can't see anything unusual, you will only feel that the painter's style is unique and the painting style is weird, and he is a rare painting genius.

But so many weird paintings together, coupled with this house, will only make people feel extremely depressed, so depressed that they can't breathe normally.

It's like a person is about to die, and the soul falls into the infernal hell in advance.

In the week he was with Jiang Luan, Ji Qingyan was worse than dead.

Every day, Jiang Luan will not only force her to take the contraceptive pill that makes her never pregnant, but also endlessly torture her a thousand or ten thousand times, and the rest of the time, she is either in a coma or in a bored daze with her mobile phone.

Ding Dong –

A popular short video push lit up Ji Qingyan's mobile phone.

Ji Qingyan didn't know what was wrong with him, and the ghost almost clicked on the one, "Look, this is love!" The short video, as a result, is the picture of Mu Changqing and Lu Muge kissing on the street.

Ji Qingyan sat up from the bed and watched the video over and over again, his fingertips buckled into his palms, and his knuckles turned white.

She clenched her phone tightly, her expression changing from sad to shocked to gradually out of control.

"Ahh

The silence of the villa was shattered by a piercing scream.

Ji Qingyan threw the phone on the wall not far away and smashed it to pieces.

Hearing the voice, Jiang Luan, who was working in the study next door, walked over slowly, and the small videos of Lu Muge and Mu Changqing were crazy by netizens on the major short-sight apps, and he knew about it even earlier than Ji Qingyan.

But he didn't react in any way, just sat there quietly, listening quietly, eating quietly, drinking quietly, thinking quietly about the memories he had with Lu Muge.

Opening the door of the master bedroom, an antique vase flew towards him, and he dodged, and the vase fell to the ground with a bang, falling into countless pieces of worthless spicy chicken.

Ji Qingyan was really crazy, long before Jiang Luan came, she had already smashed a lot of things in the room.

Jiang Luan's proudest paintings, Jiang Luan's antiques, everything in Jiang Luan's room, as long as they can be moved, they have all become the objects of Ji Qingyan's venting.

Looking at Ji Qingyan like this, Jiang Luan didn't feel distressed, just leaned quietly on the door, watching Ji Qingyan continue to make such a fuss and smash down.

It wasn't until the house was so dilapidated that she fell to the ground from exhaustion.

Tears are like beads with broken threads, and as the first bead falls, the others keep falling.

"Crazy enough?" Jiang Luan half-lowered his eyes, a cold purple light emanated from the bottom of his eyes, not shallow or light, and asked unhurriedly.

Ji Qingyan raised a pair of beautiful teary eyes and looked at Jiang Luan a little sluggishly.

"How long are you going to lock me up? How long are you going to torture me? Ji Qingyan yelled and asked Jiang Luan, "Since you hate me so much, why don't you kill me with one shot?" Why do you want me to live so painfully in this world! ”