After the wine was delivered, he sat at the glass table next to the floor-to-ceiling window without saying a word, drinking cup after cup, looking at the night scene with empty eyes, showing his lonely body as if he had been hollowed out.

If time could go back eleven years ago, he would definitely rush out without hesitation.....

But...

There's no going back.

He never had the chance to say sorry again in his life.

Yin Qige felt the warmth under his eyes, raised his hand and touched his face, only to find that he didn't know when he was crying, and the warm liquid fell on his legs one by one, silently, but there was a sharp pain with him.

Wen Yang....

Wen Yang....

The chaotic nerves were entangled in a suffocating ball, as if they were about to burst through the skull, Yin Qige clenched his teeth, and gritted his teeth fiercely at his hair, as if he was going to tear off that handful of hair, and at this time, a sharp pain came from his chest, as if he was about to scratch out a bloody hole and release it.

Yin Qige let out a low roar and slammed over the glass table next to him.

The red wine was sprinkled all over the ground, in the dim light like hot bloodstains, in a trance, Yin Qige felt as if he had seen the scene of eleven years ago, when he crawled out of the cellar in despair, there was a pool of blood on the ground, a large area of red, that seemed to be the blood of Wen Yang's whole body....

His brain was like exploding, Yin Qige couldn't calm down at all, he picked up the soft leather chair next to him and smashed it towards the floor-to-ceiling window in front of him.

With a bang, the tempered glass was only smashed into a thin slit.

Like a raging wolf, he grabbed the chair that had fallen to the ground and frantically destroyed everything in the suite.

Vases, delicate bonsai, beautiful oil frames on the walls, and tables in front of the sofa were all smashed, and even the 55-inch LCD TV on the wall was smashed by him to make a full screen of snowflakes....

Yin Qige's roar and the noise of broken items frightened Wen Yang in the bathroom, Wen Yang had finished taking a shower ten minutes ago, but he had been standing in the bathroom and didn't dare to go out, several times he opened the door and let go tremblingly, and finally squatted in the corner of the bathroom motionless, wanting to cry but not daring to cry staring at the porcelain white wall in the bathroom, silently praying that the man outside would forget about himself after drinking crazy.

With a bang, the double-glazed door of the bathroom that was pushed open was smashed by Yin Qige, and the debris was scattered all over the ground.

Wen Yang in the corner of the wall sat on the ground in fright almost instantly, he looked at Yin Qige who was holding a leather chair with one hand in front of him, his breath was chaotic, his breathing was heavy, his eyes were full of red bloodshots, and his lips trembled for a long time without spitting out a word.

Yin Qige stared at Wen Yang in the corner, his chest rising and falling, "You won't get out after the wash!" ”

Wen Yang stood up from the corner of the wall tremblingly, and asked in a low voice when he smelled the stronger smell of wine on Yin Qige's body, "You... Are you drinking... drunk..."

"Come out!" Yin Qige said sharply, "Do you want me to pull you out?" ”

Wen Yang's body shook, avoided the glass at his feet and quickly walked out of the bathroom, and ran to the big bed on the side of the carved wooden screen.

Yin Qige let go of the chair in his hand, which was deformed and almost falling apart, turned around and staggered to the bed, picked up a red wine bottle on the ground that had not been completely drained halfway, and drank it directly.

When he got to the bedside, Yin Qige raised his head and drank all the wine in the bottle.

The wine bottle fell at his feet, and Yin Qige's tall body collapsed on the big bed with a thud.

"Wen Yang.... Wen Yang...."

Like a traveler on the verge of death in the desert crawling forward in the yellow sand, Yin Qige lay on the bed, crawling his body little by little to approach Wen Yang.

Wen Yang almost stuck to the side of the bed, he shivered with his back to Yin Qige, when Yin Qige's voice with the smell of wine reached his ears, Wen Yang closed his eyes tightly, and muttered silently in his heart, just endure it, it's just a month.....

Think about your father, think about Qi Han....

None of this is really a big deal.

Yin Qige forcibly turned Wen Yang's body over, Wen Yang thought that Yin Qige was going to be "routine", but he didn't expect Yin Qige to stare at his face for five or six seconds with his eyes half-open, then sink his body a few points, and then unwrap the bathrobe on his chest and stick his face on it.

After burying his head in Wen Yang's chest, Yin Qige felt as if he was asleep, his eyes closed, and he breathed evenly.

Wen Yang felt that the skin on his chest was tickled by Yin Qige's short hair, and after nearly ten minutes, Wen Yang thought that Yin Qige was asleep, and his body slowly shrank back, but as soon as he moved, Yin Qige's low but cold voice slowly came.

"You're itchy, aren't you?"

Wen Yang shuddered for a moment and stopped moving.

In the first half of the night, Wen Yang's nerves had been in a high degree of tension, and then in the middle of the night, he couldn't hold back the fatigue and closed his eyes, adjusted a comfortable sleeping position in a daze, unconsciously held the "human head" in his arms with both hands, and slept with his chin on the top of Yin Qige's head.

(Staying overnight at your friend's house, I don't dare to borrow my friend's computer to change the text for fear that my friend will find out that he writes a small rotten text, so as to overturn the image of the little sheep in his mind that is as pure as white paper, so this chapter secretly takes the mobile phone code word, which is shorter, everyone forgive me)