The thin fingers were like crumpled skin wrapped around bones, but the skin in his early twenties looked as gray as the surface of firewood, and it looked rough and soft without the support of flesh and blood.

The man hung his head and looked at the ground with half-open eyes, his bony body staggering in a wheelchair, his overly thin face with a kind of morbid decay, and his once handsome and handsome appearance could be vaguely seen from the graceful facial contours.

The man could not speak, could not move, could not show any emotions even with his eyes open, died at the rate of exhaustion of his body month after month, and every day approached him silently....

Next to the man, squatting Yin He.

As the leader of the largest mafia party organization in Dianya, Yin He is a feared existence, he is the youngest successor in the history of the family, he took over the organization from his stepfather in less than thirty, and controls all the sub-forces of the Yin family at home and abroad.

Yin He held the man's dry hand, with angular and resolute facial features, cold and solemn, with a cold and fierce aura, but his eyes were incredibly gentle, he slowly put a ring on the man's little finger, and then took the man's hand, leaned over and gently kissed the back of the man's hand.

The kiss seemed to be frozen in the sunlight that penetrated through the treetops, a beautiful illusion.

Yin He never counts the time, he doesn't want to know how long he is before the collapse, he just tries his best to grasp every minute of the time he loves with his loved ones.

"Do you like it?" With a low voice, Yin He stroked the ring on the man's finger and smiled sadly, "You won't get tired of giving one every month, right?" ”

At this moment, one of Yin He's subordinates ran over from a distance, and just as he was about to speak, Yin He waved his hand at him and said lightly, "Wait for me in the living room." ”

“.... Be. ”

Yin He picked up the person in the wheelchair and left the back garden, and finally put the person on the bed in the bedroom.

Yin He kissed the man's forehead and said softly, "Don't you like photography the most?" Waiting for revenge, I will take you on a trip and take pictures of the scenery of the world, waiting for my dear. ”

Yin He left the bedroom and went downstairs, sitting on the sofa in the living room to listen to the report of his subordinates.

Yin He has been taking care of his lover in the hospital day and night for nearly a month, and he can't spare his mind to continue his plan, so many calculations have been put on hold.

Now that his lover has survived a dangerous period again, and his tense nerves can be eased a little, Yin He naturally wants to regain his revenge plan, so that Yin Qige, who calculated himself back then, will pay the same painful price as himself, and live in regret all his life.

"So that Wen Yang is still alive and well?" The flame of hatred burned fiercely in the depths of his eyes, developing contrary to the original conjecture, which made Yin He both angry and unwilling, but his face was still cold and quiet and terrifying, and after a long time, he said slowly, "Yin Qige actually didn't hurt him, it's not like him." ”

"Yin Qige is currently keeping him by his side as a lover, and according to Yang Yi's description, Yin Qige should have kept him by his side as a stand-in for that person."

Yin He's expression moved, his eyes were full of sinister smiles, "It seems that there is only this kind of explanation, my younger brother is even more infatuated than I imagined, and it's okay, so it's more valuable to play with, by the way, what about Yang Yi?" ”

"I've been arrested by Yin Qige's people, and it seems that Yin Qige is already suspicious of him."

"Well, does he know what to say?"

"I've already explained to him."