Originally, the two of them thought that they could go on like this without realizing it.

Unexpectedly, Yu Na's trip to Southeast Asia changed her taste after she came back.

When Yu Na left Kyoto, she cut off contact with Lu Tao.

and sent a text message to Lu Tao: We will not contact each other in the future.

Lu Tao asked countless times: Why.

Yu Na just replied to Lu Tao with three words: Good for you.

Since then, Yu Na has never answered Lu Tao's phone calls.

Lu Tao called Yu Na's phone like crazy, but Yu Na kept hanging up.

She turned off her phone and threw it out of the window.

The phone fell to pieces.

It wasn't until Yu Na returned to China and returned to this villa area that she saw Lu Tao squatting on the ground, still making frantic calls.

The young and handsome man took Yu Na into his arms.

Hold it tightly.

Yu Na tried to resist twice, and found that he had a lot of strength.

"We can't fight him."

Yu Na closed her eyes and said in despair.

Lu Tao's eyes showed a fierce look: "He doesn't deserve you, I'm going to snatch you from him."

"I don't mean him."

Yu Na's face was full of despair: "I mean that person."

Lu Tao pushed Yu Na's shoulders away and looked into her eyes: "Is it the one surnamed Jiang?"

Yu Na did not speak.

Lu Tao looked at Yu Na and said lightly, "He is no longer in the country, how big a wave can he set off?"

"Didn't you always want to know who my dad was?"

Yu Na looked at Lu Tao, but still didn't speak.

Lu Tao said lightly, "Now I can tell you."

After that, he leaned into Yu Na's ear and said a few words softly.

A look of surprise appeared in Yu Na's eyes, and she covered her mouth with her right hand.

Lu Tao smiled confidently and looked at Yu Na: "Are you still worried now?"

"In Huaxia, I haven't seen a few people who want to move me Lu Tao."

"He's just a businessman."

Lu Tao sneered: "If he knows my identity, I'm afraid he will be scared."

Yu Na still had a surprised expression, and looked at Lu Tao speechlessly.

Lu Tao chuckled, picked Yu Na up by the waist, kicked open the door of the villa, and then "poofed".

The door closed.

Silence has returned to the villa area.

The lights inside are on.

On the curtains of the villa, there are pictures of men and women hugging each other, and they are warm and affectionate while walking.

They hugged it very tightly and moved like crazy.

It can be seen that this kiss is very hot.

Until the woman's clothes faded away, and the concave scene peeked through the curtains.

The shadows of men and women fell.

The lights went out.

The picture stretches again.

Outside the dark villa, there was a burly man with a height of more than 1.9 meters who was staring blankly at the window.

His eyes were glazed and flustered, and he unconsciously took a step back.

It was as if I had seen a terrible sight.

His brain was hollowed out.

It's a blank slate.

His lips were white, too.

The two hands are like playing a piano, and the fingers are beating unconsciously.

The tiger's nerves were jumping, and the fingers pulling him were jumping with him.

Bancun turned his head to look at the tree on the side, and then looked at the villa blankly.

He seemed to have a hard time swallowing a mouthful of saliva, a very difficult look.

With a pace that seemed to be extremely tired, he walked to the bottom of the villa.

Bancun had difficulty breathing, raised his head vigorously, and looked carefully at the number plate hanging on the villa.

6。

It was originally a very auspicious number, but it is so dazzling in the eyes of Ban Cun at the moment.

6。

I watched it again.

Or 6.

Bancun licked his dry lips, and blinked hard, finding that his eyes were still wet.

He gasped hard and looked up.

"Ahem."

He coughed, and his breath sounded.

The breathing sound is heavy, as if the air around it is thin.

Drag the heavy steps again and walk in front of the crisp white Porsche 911.

Bancun crouched down, stared blankly at the door, and then at the car.

Stretching out his right hand, that big big hand, gently stroked the car.

The car's paint was so smooth, but the arms suddenly retracted as if they had been electrocuted.

The action is huge.

It was so strong that he sat on the slippery ground.

But as if it doesn't matter.

Bancun subconsciously got up from the ground, like an old man with dazzling eyes, and got closer to the car.

He was like a thief, lying in front of the brand-new car.

Then he raised his right hand and looked through the dark window.

He was in the center console of that car and saw a picture.

Inside is a group photo of two people, smiling so sweetly.

One of them, the board inch knows.

It's familiar.

Because the woman, more than 20 hours ago, had just separated from him.

Bancun felt that his mouth was dry and it was difficult to breathe.

Obviously, this villa area is very large and empty.

But I still feel like I can't breathe.

He leaned against the car and lit a cigarette.

Then towards the sky, he lightly exhaled a puff of smoke.

"Ah......h

It seems to be a sigh, coming from the very bottom of the throat, and it is so oppressive that it sounds weird.

Bancun looked at the bushes on the side, and said lightly, "Come out."

At this time, two young men wearing black tracksuits and masks walked out of the garden full of greenery.

"Mr. Dou."

The two of them bowed their heads as if they had done something wrong and took off their masks.

It was two young men with resolute faces.

Bancun smoked a cigarette, his eyes were slightly red, and he tried to control his emotions.

"You already knew, didn't you?"

Bancun took a puff of his cigarette, tilted his head to look at the two of them, and opened his mouth to almost cry: "Why didn't you tell me."

This sentence made Ban Cun choke up a little.

He pointed to the inside of the villa, looked at the two men, and said, "Wait to see my joke."

"Huh?"

Bancun flicked the cigarette ash, put it in his mouth and took a puff, tears sliding down his face: "Everyone in the whole world knows, and I Bancun is alone in the dark."

"Mr. Dou, it's not like this."

One of the young men immediately explained, "It was Mr. Jiang who arranged for us to do this, and Mr. Jiang told us to keep an eye on this place, and once we found out that your wife was in contact with that Lu Tao, we would notify him immediately......

As soon as he said this, another young man stabbed him in the arm.

He couldn't go any longer, so he quickly bowed his head.

Itachi smiled and looked at the young man, "And then?"

Tears fell on the cigarette.

Bancun picked it up, inhaled hard, but did not spit out the cigarette, and said, "And then it's still like that, everyone in the world is very smart, and I'm a fool."

"Mr. Dou, it's not like that, you ......."

Young people still want to talk.

Bancun raised his right hand and said weakly, "Get out."

The young man opened his mouth.

Bancun looked up, looked at him and said, "I'll tell you to go, can't you hear me?"

"I can handle my family affairs myself."

Bancun's face was full of tears, and he was a little weak: "My wife, I don't need you to keep an eye on it for me."

"Do you understand?"

The two young men looked at each other.

Bancun took out a fruit knife from his pocket, looked at the two of them and said, "Get out if you understand."

There was panic in the eyes of the two of them, and they immediately nodded, "Understood."

With that, he took three steps back, then turned around and quickly disappeared into the night.

The entrance to the villa.

The board was still leaning against the white Porsche 911 sports car, pinching the cigarette butt with his thumb and forefinger, smoking one puff after another.

He holds a knife in his left hand.

The tip of the knife glowed coldly in the light.

His face was red, and his eyes were red.

The gaze is dumbfounded.

Just staring blankly at his own shadow under the streetlight.

When the cigarette burns your mouth, throw it away.

Then he took a cigarette out of his pocket and lit it again.

Seems to be waiting for something.

Until, the lights in the house came on.

After realizing it, he glanced back at the window blankly.

Then look up at the sky.

He threw the half-smoked cigarette on the ground, stomped it out with his foot, and twisted it twice.

I inhaled hard.

Ban Cun put the knife *** around his waist and covered it with a coat.

Then he unhurriedly took out the key and opened the door of the villa.

The door closes softly.

The inside and outside of the house are completely isolated.

There was a pile of cigarette butts scattered under the Porsche.

All the cigarette butts had been smoked clean, except for the half that stood out.

Yellow tobacco leaves messed up the floor.

Suddenly, a woman's scream pierced the night sky in the villa area.

The woman's screams were piercing, uneasy, and frightened......