Chapter Ninety-Three: I Hate You to Death

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After more than ten minutes, Chen Yang woke up Ji Xian'er, who had fainted for the second time.

Ji Xian'er, who had been hit hard, curled up in the corner of the wall with a thin blanket, her eyes were empty, and she looked at Chen Yang in a daze, her face was extremely white, she couldn't see a trace of blood, and her lips kept trembling gently, but she couldn't say a word.

Although Chen Yang didn't understand why this initiator would reveal such a tragic situation like a dead father, seeing her such a miserable and pitiful appearance, he couldn't bear it for a while, so he gave up the idea of trying out the truth on the spot, and swallowed the words back as soon as his mouth moved.

Click!

He turned around and gently twisted the door lock, and was just about to open the door to go out, but after thinking about it, he stopped his hand again, turned his head back to look at Ji Xian'er, frowned and asked, "You were the first time last night?" ”

In fact, he thinks it's zero. After all, Ji Xian'er looks like she is twenty-seven or eighteen years old, and her body is not only thin and green, but rich and full, and she can't be more ripe, plus she has been mixed in the Fengyue place infested by the three sects and nine streams for a long time, and her misconduct and early conviction have been untouched, and she has nothing to do with rare animals like virgins. But when he thought of the bloodstained white sheet and the long blood streak on the sheet, he couldn't help but ask.

He asked this just to give Ji Xian'er a chance, as long as Ji Xian'er nodded yes, then he didn't mind keeping this woman in captivity. Yes, although he is not a saint, and he doesn't like Ji Xian'er at all, he has never allowed his women to mess around outside, and he has been in the habit of practicing shooting by some old immortals. Indeed, he is super possessive and traditional in this regard. Of course, women and lovers, he still has a clear distinction in his heart.

However, Ji Xian'er didn't give Chen Yang a clear answer, she now seemed to be pointed, motionless, curled up in the corner. But if you look closely, you will find that there is a glimmer of history in her originally empty eyes. This kind of calendar flashed when she was drugged last night.

After waiting for a while, seeing that Ji Xian'er didn't react, Chen Yang shrugged his shoulders indifferently and smiled: "That's the best, it saves me a lot of trouble." As he spoke, he took out his wallet from his pocket, grabbed a large stack of money, more than two thousand yuan, and was about to take it out, when he suddenly thought, what is the name of this money? If you give it to her, isn't it equivalent to prostituting her once? As soon as he thought of this, he hurriedly stuffed the money back, leaving only two old man's heads, put them on the bed, and said generously, "Don't get me wrong, this money is just for you to take to see a doctor." ”

After saying that, he stopped being nostalgic, opened the door, and left the filthy cubicle.

With a bang, the door to the cubicle slammed shut.

Ji Xian'er's soul seemed to be pulled back to reality from the void with this muffled sound, covering her face tightly with her hands, and screaming loudly with all her might, her voice was still hoarse, but the decibels were terrifyingly high.

After the screams subsided for a long time, she suddenly lifted the thin white blanket and was about to stand up, but only moved slightly, and the heart-rending pain in her lower body hit her like a flood, and she screamed in pain, and had to fall on the bed again. At the same time, a smear of red blood slowly flowed out of her inner thighs, and in an instant, it stained a sheet under her bare buttocks, and the appearance was hideous and terrifying.

Then, she bent down with difficulty and crawled to the corner of the bed little by little. Grabbing the two old man's heads left by Chen Yang, her eyes were staring at these two things that could be regarded as prostitution, and after being stunned for half a second, she actually laughed like crazy.

However, the laughter soon came to an abrupt end.

Next, I saw her tugging on both sides of the banknotes with both hands, and she was about to tear the two banknotes to shreds, but for some reason, her hands trembled for a long time, but she still couldn't tear the banknotes. Eventually, she seemed to give up on her efforts, and the rage in her eyes faded into a helpless, hesitant, and hollow one.

Inadvertently, large tears flowed silently from the corners of her eyes, ticking down on the two hundred dollars

At this time, there was still a short time before the meal, and the box had not yet accepted new guests, so Chen Yang easily flashed out of the box to the outer room, and went downstairs without stopping until he reached the gate of the hotel, and he was relieved.

"Morning, Secretary Chen!"

A very abrupt greeting made Chen Yang's heart hang again, and when he looked back, it turned out to be the annoying reporter from the market again.

How did she end up here?

Chen Yang's heart sank, and then she looked at Reporter Fang carefully, her face was haggard and tired, it was obvious that she had stayed up all night, and she couldn't help frowning and asked, "You follow me?" ”

"Secretary Chen, although you are Dongshan's parent official, you can't talk nonsense." Fang Qing smiled on her face, and then asked, "Secretary Chen, I'm curious, as a leading cadre, you didn't return all night and stayed in this hotel until noon the next day, don't you have to go to work today?" Or have you moved your office to a hotel box? ”

Chen Yang was almost speechless when he heard this, he really didn't know what he had offended this female reporter, the other party insisted on biting himself, or was the other party just a master who had nothing to do when he was full?

Glancing coldly at the satchel on Fang Qing's waist, he said solemnly: "Reporter Fang, I can tell you very clearly, I don't need and don't need to explain anything to you, you don't have this qualification yet." Of course, you can write irresponsible nonsense in the media, but I reserve the right to pursue any of your remarks. With that, he turned around and left.

After only a few steps, he stopped again and turned around, "Reporter Fang, this time I can treat you as ignorant or coincidental, but if there is a next time, don't blame me for being unkind!" ”

After saying this time, he stopped and walked briskly to the parking lot.

Looking at Chen Yangyang's long back, Fang Qing gritted her teeth hatefully, took out the camera in her bag and pressed the shutter a few times towards Chen Yang's back. But after venting, she stuffed the camera back into her bag in a dejected manner, and muttered to herself: "It's strange, is there a secret compartment in that box?" ”.

Chen Yang picked up the car in the parking lot and galloped all the way back to his home in the Yushu community. The phone was out of battery and he had to go back and get the charger. Of course, he might also hope to meet Xiang Jin here. Although he didn't know what else he could say after seeing Xiang Jin.

Took out the key and opened the security door.

As soon as he entered the house, Chen Yang was immediately startled by the scene in front of him.

The entire living room was bare, the original high-end furniture, electrical appliances and furnishings and other things were all gone, and even the decorative materials such as wallpaper and carpets carefully selected by Xiang Jin were stripped of their essence, which was more rough than the rough room.

Thief?

Chen Yang took a sharp breath of cold air and rushed into the house quickly.

Study, bedroom, kitchen, bathroom

Everywhere Chen Yang went, it was exactly the same as the situation in the living room, which could be summed up with just one word "light".

After turning it around, his only takeaway was a letter.

The letter lay quietly on the partition platform in the bedroom. Originally, the place was covered with a thick cashmere blanket and delicate wind chimes hanging everywhere, and when the curtains were opened, you could see the stars and the moon in the sky. Of course, Chen Yang has not done bad things here.

But now, the blankets are gone, the curtains are gone, the wind chimes are gone, and even the traces of love have disappeared without a trace, and only this letter remains.

Chen Yang picked up the letter and opened it. There was a slight tremor in the hand.

The letter paper was azure blue, with a faint lavender scent, which Xiang Jin liked very much.

The letter was short, as short as five words.

I hate you to death!

Yes, that's all there are in those five words. In Chen Yang's eyes, it was particularly dazzling. In his hand, he could feel the weight.

Without love, where is hatred?

Hate it, hate it, you have this right!

Chen Yang silently put the letter away, then took out a cigarette, lit it, took a puff slowly, smiled bitterly, and laughed at himself: "Xiang Jin, you have done too much, don't say anything else, at least you have to leave me two sets of clothes." ”

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