The heart was beating like on the tip of a hot knife, and every stroke stabbed out a cone-like hatred, Yin Qige looked at Wen Yang's calm face, and sneered, "Actually guessing who I am, it's not too blind to be thorough." Δ Literature Fans. "

Wen Yang didn't speak, and now for him, not being able to see it meant that he would never be like in the past, just looking at Yin Qige's cold face and terrifying gaze, he was frightened and trembled.

Now immersed in darkness, as if there was no picture to make Wen Yang panic, and similarly, Yin Qige could no longer see the weakness, fear, and submission he wanted to see in Wen Yang's eyes.

"Wen Yang, you may be mistaken." Yin Qige slowly let go of Wen Yang's chin and said in a dark voice, "Even if you take the initiative to give your eyes, I can't be merciful enough to let you go." ”

"I know...."Wen Yang said softly, "I made a lot of preparations.... Among them is to die..."

Yin Qige took a heavy breath, stared at his eyes, and raised his hand to draw towards Wen Yang's face in the next second, Wen Yang's body was sculpturally motionless, and Yin Qige's hand finally stopped above Wen Yang's face.

Yin Qige clenched his fists and finally slowly lowered his hand.

"Dead?" As if he had heard some joke, Yin Qige sneered twice, "You are like this now, life is more painful than death, how can I be willing to let you die." ”

Yin Qige stroked Wen Yang's cheeks, his narrow eyes smiled coldly, "You live like this for the rest of your life, I tell you, I can't let people transplant your cornea again, and I won't allow Song You to help you privately, you will always reflect in the dark and be blind for a lifetime to compensate Wen Qing." ”

Wen Yang had long imagined that whether it was Wen Qing or Yin Qige, after seeing himself like this, he would definitely have the pleasure of revenge.

This is also what he wants, the harder he lives, the safer he will be....

Wen Yang lowered his head, he was too weak, both physically and mentally....

The darkness was much more difficult to adapt to than Wen Yang imagined, and it also made him feel more lonely and helpless....

At this moment, the door of the basement was opened, and the maid pushed the door in with a porcelain white teapot and walked in. ”

With that, the servant prepared to turn and leave.

"Bring the water." Yin Qige said coldly.

The servant hurriedly placed the teapot on the table next to Wen Yang's bed, and then quickly exited the basement.

There were two cups in the cup tray on the table, a glass quilt was broken by Yin Qige, and there was a ceramic cup with a lid left, Yin Qige took out the ceramic cup and poured half a glass of water.

"You're half a waste, and if you don't have someone to take care of you, you might not even be as good as a roadside beggar." Yin Qige's eyes were meaningful, but his cold voice had a faint smile, "I'll give you two choices..... One is to beg me to keep you now and give you the rest of your life, although you are blind, but I will at least protect you from worrying about food and clothing for the sake of you serving me, the price.." Yin Qige stroked Wen Yang's lips and said with a wicked smile, "Just serve me comfortably every night; The second is to roll on the street and beg for a living, I will leave you in a city where no one knows you and let you ....."

"I'm willing to beg...."Wen Yang interrupted suddenly, smiled slightly, and said slowly and softly, "How can a blind man like me deserve to be supported by Mr. Yin, I should starve to death on the streets..."

Yin Qige stared at Wen Yang, his clenched palms trembled continuously, and finally with an indifferent smile, he pinched Wen Yang's chin again, looked at Wen Yang contemptuously, as if admiring a piece of, and finally chuckled, "You really think I'm going to leave you blind, even if I'm hungry, I can't satisfy my hunger with you, I just want to see how pathetic you look when you kneel down and beg me, hehe, I didn't expect you to look like this and still play Qinggao with me..."

Yin Qige hung the water cup in his hand above Wen Yang's head, and then tilted it slowly.

The water in the cup flowed down Wen Yang's head and slid over Wen Yang's cheeks, Wen Yang remained motionless, and there was no trace of waves on his calm face.

"Are you secretly glad that I'm going to let you go?" Yin Qige smiled and said, "It's a pity, Wen Yang, your agitation method is useless, not only will I not forgive you, but I will also make your life worse than now..."

A hint of strangeness flashed on Wen Yang's face, but in the end he said lightly, ".... It doesn't matter...."

Yin Qige broke the last cup, and he patted Wen Yang's cheek, "Okay, you wait..."

After Yin Qige finished speaking, he turned around and left with a sneer.

Wen Yang listened to Yin Qige's footsteps and walked away, but he didn't hear the door closing, he waited for a while before reaching for the teapot on the table.

If God hadn't pushed him into a desperate situation immediately, he would still have tried to live.

Finally touching the teapot, Wen Yang carefully placed it on his lap. Slowly poured the water from the spout of the pot into the palm of his hand, then lowered his head and drank the water in the palm of his hand, repeating it many times before Wen Yang put the teapot back on the table.

After a long time, Yin Qige, who was standing at the door, turned around and left....

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It was late at night when Yin Qige came to the hospital, and Wen Qing had already fallen asleep at this time.

Yin Qige first asked Song You about the situation, and he ended the conversation when Song You was about to persuade him to let Wen Yang go.

The next morning, Yin Qige accompanied Wen Qing in the hospital for a long time, and when Wen Qing asked Yin Qige how Wen Yang was now, Yin Qige told Wen Qing that he had locked Wen Yang up, because he needed to deal with Yin He next, so he would be spared for the time being.

Wen Qing wanted to persuade Yin Qige to poison Wen Yang again, but he didn't want to be too ignorant, so he had to secretly endure this breath, thinking about finding another opportunity in the future.

Yin Qige went back to the company at noon to deal with business, and at about four o'clock in the afternoon, his subordinates called, saying that the matter had been arranged.

"What's his reaction?" Yin Qige said in a deep voice.

"It's like... Nothing happened. The subordinate reported truthfully.

Yin Qige was a little impatient, "Did you tell him what kind of place it was?" ”

"Yes." The subordinate hurriedly said, "Before getting into the car, his subordinates told him to go to private **. Fun club, go there as a PR to make money to pay off debts. ”

Didn't he say anything? For example, ask to contact me? ”

"No, he hasn't spoken since he came out of the basement."

Yin Qige hung up the phone impatiently, sat on the leather chair with an irritated look and looked at the documents, closed the documents abruptly after a long time, got up and left the office.

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The sand underneath is very good leather, and there is no backrest at the back, so it should be a sand bed, and the room has a faint smell of aromatherapy, Wen Yang guessed that he was sitting in a box.

There was only Wen Yang in the box, and it was quieter, but it was like the calm before the storm, the only difference was that in the face of such depression, Wen Yang was no longer as panicked as before.

Although he was successfully disliked by Yin Qige as he imagined, and he no longer had to endure Yin Qige's beast-like predation in bed, he was matched by Yin Qige to be a man in this place. Prostitute, it is true that Wen Yang has the worst assumption.

Wen Yang guessed that Yin Qige should have wanted to forbid himself from the same insult as Wen Qing before he died....

In fact, after thinking about it, this is not out of the original conjecture, "Either be thrown away like garbage by Yin Qige, or be killed directly after being disgusted by Yin Qige." ”

This situation seems to be the same as being killed by Yin Qige.

It's just that the person who did it has become himself, and this doesn't seem to prevent him from moving towards liberation in another way.

Wen Yang stretched out his hand and slowly touched it forward, as he expected, there was a glass table in front of the sand, and there was a lot of alcohol on the table.

Wen Yang unscrewed a bottle of liquor, poured the liquor into the cracks in the sand, and then slammed the bottle on the ground.

With a bang, the bottle shattered into a dozen pieces.

Wen Yang picked up a piece of fragment half the size of a palm, quietly hid it in his sleeve, and then put all the fragments he could touch on the ground under the thick sand mat.

If you are really cornered.... This fragment is his salvation, and he will never allow Yin Qige to destroy himself in such a filthy way.

Wen Yang touched the wall and came to the door of the box step by step, only to see that the door was locked from the outside when he pulled the door.

Wen Yang knocked the door, "Is there anyone?" Open the door, open the door..."

No matter how Wen Yang shouted, there was no response outside the door.

Wen Yang finally touched the wall and sat back on the sand, he covered the cuff of the other hand with one hand, feeling the search for the fragment, and his heartbeat stabilized a little bit.

At this moment, the door of the box was opened.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, Wen Yang grabbed his cuffs, lowered his head slightly, gritted his teeth and remained silent.

"It's really good, but it looks weirdly young." The drunken voice had a lewd tone, sounding like a middle-aged man, "Hehe, it must be tender enough to eat." ”

Hearing the man's drunken voice, Wen Yang gave up the idea of convincing the other party to let him go through business.

In addition to the despair in his heart, there was also a strong hatred that began to accumulate in Wen Yang's heart, he had never hated Yin Qige so much as he did at this moment, hated him for his own ... Unfeeling.

"*Boss, this is not easy." Another flattering voice sounded, and said in a feminine and soft voice, "This is sent by President EY personally, it is estimated that Mr. Yin heard that you like that kind of white and pure child, so after sending people to us, he also emphasized that he should first give you a taste of the boss." ”

This person is the leader of public relations, the most sloppy and patting, touting a businessman who is not even worthy of Yin Qige's shoes, and finally got his wish The man took out a few tips from his wallet.

"Then * boss, you enjoy it first, what do you call me."

After a while, Wen Yang heard the sound of the door closing.

Hearing footsteps approaching, Wen Yang's nerves tensed even more.

He committed suicide because of such a person, he was unwilling!

It's just that he has been tortured by Yin Qige for a long time, such a stranger can bully himself at will, so what's the use of him being gentle!

Even if you die.... He also had to bite off two pieces of meat from Yin Qige before he died, instead of cowardly choosing to end himself in the face of this lewd man.

Wen Yang held the fragment in his sleeve in his palm, and then waited for the opportunity.

If he guessed correctly, the door should be open from the inside at this time.

The man sat down next to Wen Yang, looked at Wen Yang's handsome and plain side face with an obsessive expression, and gently put one hand on Wen Yang's thigh.

"Don't be nervous, little one." The man chuckled and said, "Uncle is not a bad person...."