Chapter Five Hundred and Six Let Her Go

It's like having a very good classmate in college when the family is in the countryside, every summer vacation she invites Wanru to her home to play, quite familiar with the countryside, naturally knows that this kind of place is generally used for storage, close a few steps, sure enough, I saw the word "barn" written on the wooden sign at the door.

It was the first time I had seen this kind of place in a hotel, as if I was curious, and I was greedy that no one could stay alone, so I pushed open the mountain gate and walked in, and after entering it was a small courtyard, with some old benches and broken crockpots that I had collected from nowhere.

Sometimes I think that the people in the city are very hypocritical, and they are curious about rural life, so they spend a lot of money to build a fake farm, but once they are really thrown into the mountains, it is estimated that they will not be able to stay for a moment.

It was as if he was walking in with a wine glass, wanting to see what the barn of the hotel was like, but as soon as he stepped up the steps, he heard a "squeak" behind him, and the mountain gate was pushed open by someone.

As if turning back, a figure slowly walked out from behind the fence

The moonlight was faint, the mountain wind shook the shadows of the trees, there was no movement in all directions, and the buzzing voices in the banquet hall in front seemed to be far away, and there was not even a single insect chirp here, except for the figure that gradually turned from behind the fence.

There was another "squeak", the old mountain gate was pushed bigger, and someone quickly entered, like a long slow motion in a horror movie, until the other party stood at the door, as if he finally saw clearly......

The moonlit face with a heavy face, a stiff silhouette, and those dark eyes dragged the narrow shadow behind her towards her step by step.

It's like screwing the cup and bag in your hand.

She had already sensed that the other party was not good, and her subconscious instinct made her keep retreating, and the person at the door had already entered the courtyard, and walked towards her step by step, past the benches, and over the row of crockpots in the corner, until her back was about to reach the door of the barn, and there was no way back, she stopped and forced herself to calm down.

The man on the steps remained silent, his footsteps did not stop, and he saw that the shadow had climbed the steps, and was broken into twisted shapes by the moonlight.

As if taking a strong breath, he spoke: "Mr. Zhang! There was panic in his voice.

Mr. Zhang? That's what this woman calls herself? Zhang Hanyu sighed in his heart.

Didn't you say that a husband and wife would be a hundred days a day? The man in front of him suddenly raised his hand and twisted it, without warning, and directly choked Wanru's neck, he wanted to ask, where did their previous Endu go?

As if there was no preparation at all, the suffocation in her throat forced her to instinctively grab his arm with one hand, and the small bag that was originally held in that hand fell to the ground, spending a lot of strength, and soon she grabbed a few blood marks on the back of the other party's hand, but this had no effect, but intensified his violence even more.

"Scratch! Keep scratching! Go a little harder! The voice was ghostly, and it hit Wanru's face coldly.

The man's facial features have already been pasted to him, and he can't see all of them, but his eyes are very close, dark and shiny.

It's like suffocating and struggling with fear, pause, thoughts twisted into knots, and then burst apart.

It's like chilling all over the body, but the desire to survive is extremely strong, "Let go of me!" ”

"How?" Zhang Hanyu's five fingers tightened on her neck, "I want to put it too, but I can't!" ”

"At the beginning, you said that I was too much to Xia Yu, I admit it, so I swallowed my anger when you made such a fuss. But I didn't expect you to be right in front of me, just messing around right under my nose, who gave you the guts? Zhang Hanyu's voice turned from yin to fierce, full of anger and resentment, how could he swallow this breath.

Zhang Hanyu really hated it more and more when he thought about it, and the more he hated, the more ruthless he became, and the strength in his hand unconsciously increased a few points, as if half of his face had turned red, and his five fingers kept grabbing his arm, but it didn't work at all, and the other party's big palm tied her to death like pliers.