I was a little confused, and I stayed where I was, my mind blanked, and I didn't know what to say. But seeing that he turned blue and continued to crawl this way, I took a few steps back, almost instinctively, loaded again, and aimed the gun at him. It's strange to say, I was a little scared at that moment just now, and my body couldn't help but tremble, but at this moment I wasn't afraid. I didn't feel resentful, angry, or distressed, and certainly not retaliated at all. I just pointed at him blankly, and when I saw that he stopped again, I began to talk about the conditions: "I want to donate his liver." He was still staring at me, grim and silent. Well, it seems that it was because I didn't say it clearly enough: "Give you two minutes to think about it, agree to me donating my liver, or take me another shot." But I can't shoot well, and if I kill you, I won't be responsible. He still looked at me like that. I didn't speak either. We confronted each other like two lifeless sculptures. Fanyin suddenly opened his mouth, and his tone was very calm: "Why donate to him?" "I told you the reason yesterday." "There are many ways to compensate." He had a smirk on his face: "Shoot, I don't believe it." "I just raised the muzzle of the gun, really, I wanted to shoot, I wanted to shoot. But I couldn't press it down. I can't kill him. "What's he?" He asked again. I said, "That's not what we're talking about. "At least give me a reason to agree." He covered the wound on his arm again and said, "Tell the truth, speak." "I know what he wants to hear the truth. Seriously, I tried to put myself in my shoes. Maybe from his standpoint, I just have something to do with Pu Lan? In fact, we were not innocent, we hugged and kissed, and he even touched most of my body. But I don't like him. I can't say if I will like him if I continue to toss at this pace. Because he treats me well, I just can't help but be nice to me. However, I still don't like him. I know very well in my heart that if it was just for "Miss Su", then he could avoid that incident that night, after all, he would get into trouble if he interfered. Human society is not as warm as the story describes, and no one will lend a helping hand to mere users in times of crisis. I think he's very righteous to me, or rather very friendly. It's a rare camaraderie for me, really. From this point of view, he can be ranked second. I must negotiate with Fanyin today, after all, it will be easy for him to arrest me, and it will be completely too late for me to divorce him. So I asked, "Do you think I like him?" He didn't speak. He looked calmer than I thought at the moment. I pondered his thoughts and realized that I couldn't guess at all, so I asked again, "If I liked him, would you not stop me from donating my liver?" "He didn't say anything." If I don't like him, won't you stop it? I couldn't ask for an answer, so I said, "Mr. Fan, tell me, what answer is what you want?" He remained silent. I had to change the question again: "You don't want me to donate my liver, is it based on my health?" Or am I your wife? He didn't even speak! It's a terrible one-man show: "If it's the former, then I can say, thank you for your kindness, but I think it's hypocritical for you to have this concern, you always want to kill me, you always beat me, and I think the first two are more damaging to my health than voluntarily losing half of my liver." If it's the latter, then as long as the match is right, I will divorce immediately. But Mr. Fan, your father said that the underworld has the rules of the underworld, and you gave me to him twice with your own hands, but you kept saying that he was cuckolding you, I don't think that's the truth. This time, you were unreasonable first, and you stopped it, which is too bullying. He was still looking at me in silence. Two minutes have passed. I said, "Make a statement." He laughed, "Hello." He raised his chin again and pointed at his carotid artery: "Shoot." I couldn't help frowning, is this guy really crazy? Or are you sure I won't hit? Of course, my main purpose is not to kill him, but the words have been exhausted, and I have really exhausted Jiang Lang, so I have to be in a stalemate. Xu was tired from always tilting his head and neck, so he lowered his head to look at me again, and his face was already turning pale from blood loss. He stared at me for more than two minutes with a calm but somewhat disappointed gaze before he suddenly said, "Su Lingyu." "His tone seemed a little sad, which made me a little uncomfortable." If you don't dare to shoot, be honest. He looked at me and said softly, "Don't force me to really kill you." "Huh? I asked, "When have you not been real?" He didn't speak, and after a while, he slowly crawled out of bed, clutched the wound on his arm, and staggered in the direction of the door, his fingers gripping the doorknob. I was probably crazy too, or afraid that he would run away, so I involuntarily shot at the door. There was a loud thud, and his body froze on the ground. I said, "Tell me your attitude first." "He had his back to me, stiff, without words." Say it. I said, "Are you going to allow me to donate my liver?" He didn't speak. I was on the verge of breaking down, and I couldn't help but yell: "Fanyin! "Idiot." He seemed to have just come to his senses, dropped the two words, turned to open the door and went downstairs. My courage was finally exhausted, and I couldn't help but let go of the pistol, only to feel my legs go limp, and I couldn't help but fall to the ground. The bed was stained with blood, both his and mine. My body was still aching, and my hand was numb from not being used to the recoil of the pistol. The strange thing is that I don't want to cry now, I just feel upset. After I took a shower and drugged myself, I remembered to take out the calendar and count the days, and found that today was the time of ovulation. After all, I have been "pregnant" twice, and I don't dare to be careless at night. But Fanyin obviously didn't care about this, after all, it wasn't him who had the miscarriage. For some reason, while thinking about it, I suddenly remembered Mrs. Han. She still regarded such a son as a treasure, and at the same time despised his lovely second personality. I hate her so much. I had to take emergency pills and buy long-term contraceptives to prevent perverts from raping me, but I didn't have them at home. When I was about to open the door to get it, I found that the door was locked, and I didn't even hear a sound. I hurriedly went to make a call, and as soon as I dialed the number, I was switched. Of course, I immediately thought of turning the window, which is not too high, and there are quite a few decorations on the walls, so it would be easy to turn the window. However, the moment I ran over, the outer security curtain fell at a rapid speed. The room was so dark that I couldn't even move. After thinking about it for a while, I remembered that my phone was still there, so I turned it on. Very good, the signal is full, who should I call to? I just offended Mrs. Han, of course, I can only call Fan's father, so I dialed his number. He quickly picked it up, and his tone was really not warm: "Lingling? "Daddy." I said, "I'm locked up." "Shut you up?" Father Fan asked suspiciously, "Why are you locked up?" I explained why, and he fell silent. I hurriedly said: "If Pu Lan dies, the Pu family will definitely have a complaint against us." I'm doing this to protect our interests. "Lingling." His tone was a little helpless and a little alienated: "Don't be so hypocritical, Dad doesn't like hypocritical children." "I didn't speak." Do you like that guy? He asked, too. No. I said, "I just feel like I should do it." "What should it be?" How much does it cost to buy a piece of liver? See who is suitable to kill him now. Father Fan was really cold when he became cold: "How can I need you?" "I'm speechless." If you like him, admit that Dad won't be angry, after all, Yinyin is not good for you first. Fan's father said: "We can also arrange for you to divorce Yinyin immediately, but there is only one condition, if you have married Yinyin, you can't marry him again, just be a mistress." I don't think he will treat you badly. I really had a headache: "Dad, I really don't like him......" "Then don't think about going out, Yinyin is also for your good, that's liver, not anything else." Fan's father asked, "How do you still be a pilot if you cut it in half?" "I can not be a pilot." Anyway, my current body is enough to pass the physical examination. "Then you don't like him?" Father Fan laughed and said: "That's it, if you need a divorce, tell your father, I'll arrange it for you, don't worry, although there are rules on the road, it's not that it can't be resolved peacefully, after all, it's pointless to fight and lose." I was speechless and tried to speak, but he hung up. Why do you say that I like Pulan? Do I have to like him to do this? I have to betray Fanyin to be normal? I'm going to have to be a "bitch"? The phone still has a signal, but I don't know who else to call. Fanyin doesn't make sense anymore, Mrs. Han's answer can be imagined, you can't call Mr. Fei, it's too far. After thinking about it, I dialed Pulan's number. Oddly enough, I don't remember when I saved his phone, but I did it when I flipped through the phone book. Is it a complex sound? In order to frame me, I was so hard-working? Sure enough, someone answered soon, and it was Pu Zhu's voice: "Miss Su." "Is the matching result out?" "How can it be so fast?" Maybe it's because I have a good attitude, and her tone is quite gentle: "Don't worry, I'll let you know as soon as possible." "Fanyin locked me up." I said, "My phone has no signal at any time. "And how am I going to inform you?" She asked unhappily, "I don't think you're willing to donate, right?" I can understand that. "Miss Pu." I said, "I've already agreed, so why do you keep doubting my character?" "Because I can't figure out why you were at my brother's door that day, and it's hard to determine what happened to the three of you when you three were in the basement." Her voice was completely cold: "You two are all safe and sound, only my brother is in such a serious condition. And do you know why he has liver failure? Because he took too many antibiotics. "Because he had two big wounds, and he had a fever all the time, the fever reducer ran out quickly, and we had to give him antibiotics," I said, "and it didn't exceed the instructions for dosage." At that time, only a little anesthetic was used for him, and Fanyin took out the bullet patiently. "Okay." Her tone was clearly still unbelieving, and I could understand it, but if I were her, I wouldn't believe it. She said lukewarmly, "So how can I contact you if the match is suitable?" "I don't know." I asked, "Do you have any good ideas?" "I do." She smiled and said, "But I'm afraid that you won't cooperate, and I'm even more afraid that you will put me together." "Tell me about it." "I know Mr. Fan has a daughter." Pu Zhu said confidently: "I can ask her to come and have tea with me, provided you provide me with her photo and school address." I couldn't help but ask, "How can you do it to a child?" "Why can't I?" Her tone was reasonable: "If you catch that child, Mr. Fan will definitely hand you over." After all, you will only lose half of your liver, and the child will lose his life. "It's absolutely not going to work." You can't get a child involved. "Then forget it." She smiled and said, "I will talk to Mr. Fan personally." "What do you want to talk about?" "Frankly, I can find the liver, but I just want you to donate it to him, so that the two don't owe each other." Pu Zhu smiled and said, "After this, my brother's body also flowed with the same blood as yours, which means a lot to him. But if your match doesn't match or you don't want to, I'll do you, Mr. Fan can't lock you in the room forever. I hurriedly said, "I do, but I can't really get out right now." "I already want to give you the way, it's up to you whether you do it or not." She laughs; "That's it, I still have something to do, hang up first." If the match doesn't match, then she kills me, and I may admit it. But if the matching style is in line, but the complex sound is closed and I won't let me go out, then I will be suffocated to death. But I was at a loss, sleepy, but unable to sleep at all, so I had no choice but to pace back and forth in my room. After walking for a while, I suddenly remembered that Mrs. Han said that there was monitoring at home, was there anything in the bedroom? I found a flashlight, turned it on and started shining in the corner of the house, and I actually found one. It is hidden in the corner of the wall, just in the position of the bed, and is inlaid in the pattern in the corner. I counted its dead ends, brought cabinets and chairs, and dropped a round stool to barely reach it on tiptoe. But I couldn't pick it out when I touched it, so I found the dagger that Fanyin had placed in the bedboard table, and it took me a long time to pry the small camera out. I thought there was a thread attached to it, and I was about to cut it, when suddenly I felt that something was stuck in it, and I couldn't stop moving. I continued to pry the hole with my knife, priing it from the thumb-sized hole all the way to the size of a fist, and finally pulled the contents out. Blow off the dust and it's a hard drive. There are no other lines. It seems that the monitoring here is not transmitted to the outside, and the monitoring records must be stored in the hard disk. Why would he want to set up a surveillance here? Easy aftertaste? So perverted? I'll have to see what's in it, learn more about his ex in case there's anything about it, and delete it if there's something that's inappropriate for a child. Carefully climbing down the ladder, chaining the hard drive to the TV, and after tinkering for a while it worked, I turned on the TV and started watching. The storage capacity of the hard disk is not small, but the monitoring is too clear, and the video with such clarity occupies a lot of memory, so the monitoring records in it are all after me, and they are not complete. Actually, I didn't care about that, because I was deceived by him very badly, and I was really upset when I saw that. But I didn't go to such great lengths to get it out for the sake of throwing it there, and in the spirit of never letting go of the fruits of my labor, I opened the first surveillance record. It was the day I was woken up by the sound of the music and inexplicably said that I was going to take the exam. Shortly after I fell asleep, someone came in the room, and the surveillance screen showed that the time was 2 o'clock. It's a traditional sound. He stood on the edge of the bed for a moment, then bent down. The surveillance screen was dark, and I couldn't see what he was doing. It took him a long time to straighten up, sit on the edge of the bed, then strip naked, and when he lay down, he began to squeeze me, squeezing me alive to the other side. I'm also not a fuel-efficient lamp, and I rolled the quilt away when I rolled over. Therefore he lay miserably on the bed, his white miserable body reflected a faint light. Well...... Freeze him to death. But things took a turn for the worse, and he pulled the covers over and swept them away as they were, exposing me to the outside. But I'm wearing pajamas, so it's not a hit. He seemed to realize this and took off my pajamas. I was exposed outside for a long time, and it must have been because it was too cold, so I moved to his side and threw my leg on him. He wouldn't miss every opportunity to play hooligan, and he ran his hand along my arm and into it. Although the video is very unclear here, I want to know where he is touching. I was a little speechless, but I watched it with relish, because I thought he had come back suddenly, but I didn't expect him to come back so early. He touched him for a long time, and during this time I was exposed to the outside world and looked very miserable. Until he finally realized that he had gone too far, lifted the covers, and wrapped me in. I was still asleep, and I remember as if I was woken up by him at three or four o'clock. The fiber of the video is slightly brighter than it was just now, probably because the moonlight has become stronger. I could clearly see that he kissed me on the lips, not the sensual kind, but very gentle, very lingering. He kissed not only my mouth, but also my cheek, my forehead, and he kissed me for a long, long time, from my face to my neck, and from my neck down, and then he lifted the quilt and continued to go down. I remember that he didn't touch me that day, but I wondered how he could hold back, after all, he was a person who didn't do anything for a day. However, I didn't see that moment, he had just kissed his waist when the door rang. The door outside the video, of course. I had the feeling that I had been caught as a thief, so I quickly unplugged the hard drive, and it was too late to put it back, so I had to throw it into the antique vase in the corner of the wall first. The lock was still turning, and it looked like it was about to open. Suddenly, I noticed that the cabinets, chairs, and stools were still stacked in the corners, and I hurriedly climbed up and moved them down. But as soon as his finger touched the top stool, there was a sound of the door opening behind him. A great panic came up, and I couldn't help but slip under my feet, and instinctively clenched the chair, but to no avail. I'm about to fall, and I don't know if my tail vertebrae can be saved at this height. I didn't even have time to pray, so I fell down. Around the same time, someone put their arms around my waist. I didn't have time to react, I didn't have time to feel the pain, I just felt a force that took me around, and my back slammed somewhere, shaking me up, but it didn't hurt. At the same time, there was a clang, and by the time I poked my head out of his arms to look, the chairs and stools were already on the floor. I breathed a sigh of relief and turned my head to see that it was a traditional sound. He glanced at me with a dangerous gaze. My eyes caught my eye on his arm, blood oozing out of his shirt. I say; "Thank you." He let go of his hand, sat up, shifted his body, sat against the edge of the bed against my back, and said, "Hand it over." "What?" So big hole, he obviously meant surveillance. He glanced at him coldly: "Want to be beaten? "I don't know what you're talking about." I won't give it to the beating, I haven't finished reading it yet. He didn't speak, just leaned back, covering his face with his hands. I was silent for a while and asked, "Does your hand still hurt?" "Hmm." He let go, pulled out a cigarette, and put it in his mouth. "I'm sorry." I'm not like him, and he still has a lot of words after beating people. He lit the fire and did not speak. After all, I couldn't restrain my curiosity, or the little bit of caution that I expected to be "fair": "Your mother and your father said that you were just acting for me. "Hmm." "Is it necessary to be so real?" He looked at it, sneered and asked, "How can you really deceive people?" "Shame on you." It's too much, I almost started to swing again: "Don't lie to me in the future." I don't need you to be nice to me at all. He looked at me and didn't speak. I don't like you at all. I said, "No one likes you pervert!" Even if you don't have a second personality, you're a madman! He laughed, turned his head and took a smug puff of his cigarette, exhaling an irritating puff of smoke: "Then don't cry, be strong, girl." I wiped my tears and said, "Anyone who is deceived will be sad." "Oh." He lifted the injured arm, pressed it to my head, scratched it, and said with a smile, "You're sad to be fooled, right?" If you are not fooled, you should want to laugh at each other. You're pathetic, and I'm sorry I don't like door-to-door bargains at all. I pulled his hand away and got up to leave, but suddenly I tripped under my feet and fell to the floor on the spot. I rubbed my aching knee and looked over and saw that it was he who had straightened his leg. For some reason, I suddenly became angry and kicked him in the leg. But suddenly he bent his legs and caught my legs. My golden rooster was on the ground independently, he twisted his knee, shaking me almost fell, I had to hold his knee, trying to pull out his leg, but he clamped it tightly, and his voice revealed a strong slut flavor: "Baby, you also clamp me like this." "Happy reading every day (Education 123 Network) "He has another side" only represents the author's point of view, Miss Bao, if you find that its content violates the national law and contradicts the content, please delete it, the position is only committed to providing a healthy and green reading platform.

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