Wen Xien originally thought that Lu Guining would get up and stare at her very backbone, but he noticed that the tall man was slightly red because of the anger in his heart, and his dark eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of flowing water, Wen Xien had no other guesses, after all, this man's expression was quite hideous, so he simply moved the position of his feet downward, simply added some weight, and kicked Lu Guining's heart: "Get out." ”

The man's body didn't move, he stood up, and his figure enveloped the prince's slender body like a hill.

A deep voice suddenly spoke: "What the hell do you think of me." ”

Wen Xien was stunned for a moment, and before he understood the meaning of his words, the man left as if he was not interested.

Only the inexplicable Wen Xien remained.

Lu Guining, who left in a negative mood, thought of the contempt and contempt on his face just now, as if he had seen some garbage. Such a high-minded arrogance made people want to tear apart this expression on his face immediately.

He always thought that Wen Xien didn't treat him as a person, but it turned out that he was just a shadow of a person!

There was anger burning coldly in his heart, thinking of Wen Xien's indifferent look when he finished saying that sentence, that person's attitude, he would always inadvertently remind him that in that person's eyes, if he didn't have this face, he didn't even have the right to live, it didn't matter if he was killed like mowing grass, allowing him to live was a gift, and humility was like dirt on the ground.

That night, Lu Guining had a dream.

The dark room, the prince dressed in black, he thought that he had dreamed about this person too often lately, but he walked into the dream room without any hesitation.

This dream was an accidental mistake, perhaps influenced by the anger of the day, and the mood was dreaming, and the prince in the dream became vulnerable, fragile as a porcelain doll, as if it would be shattered at the first blow.

Lu Guining looked at the person in the room, and his chest was full of cruelty. He walked over and pushed the man hard, and the noble prince lay on the ground in embarrassment.

Brutality has increased rather than decreased.

Not enough, how can these be enough.

Lu Guining walked over, stretched out one hand and roughly pressed the person to the ground.

Beneath him was a pale face, his inky hair was clinging to his face with sweat, and there was no humiliation on his face, just a cold, grim look as if he had seen something dirty.

I really want to gouge out this person's eyes.

He bit the other party's neck so pale that he could clearly see the blue blood vessels, and tortured this person with a ruthless hand, so he soon saw blood.

He was obviously not a vampire, but he did taste a hint of sweetness in Wen Xien's blood.

The snow-white and flawless neck left traces of terror, and the blood was still flowing outside.

Seeing this scene, he suddenly became excited, and he couldn't suppress the tyrannical impulse, and felt that he should make this person more painful, humiliate this person, and then crush this person's pride little by little.

It wasn't until he went even further that the expression on the man's face finally changed like a collapse.

What's it for?

Such a proud look that no one can touch.

It is said that in the process of sucking blood slaves, vampires will be entangled with blood slaves when they are extremely excited.

He thought in an extremely bad mood.

Is it because he is not qualified enough to arouse Wen Xien's desire, or Wen Xien is not interested at all when he sees his face.

Compared to his face, he looks so similar to the murderer who killed her, it's really pitiful, he doesn't dare to touch it, he doesn't dare to touch it, he only dares to hold him there and watch, and finds that his anger can only be vented from the fragile human being, how can there be such a pathetic person.

So I didn't dare to touch it, because I was afraid, or because I was reluctant.

Thinking of this, the feeling of resentment in his heart simply swelled to the extreme, and even he himself was a little inexplicable, his hand moved, from this person's waist to his neck, and then he used his greatest strength to strangle it.

Suddenly, there was a broken cry.

Lu Guining suddenly let go of his hand as if he had been bitten by a poisonous snake.

He closed his eyes, and suddenly she rolled over.

It was not unexpected, what he saw was the blood and tears on this person's face, his expression was fragile, and only tears flowed down.

It was as if the heart was burned.

He grabbed the man by the shoulder, lowered his head, and kissed the bright red lip with a little trembling lips.

Soft incredible.

The tongue clamp tasted a little blood, and it also tasted tears.

Lu Guining hurriedly struggled to wake up from the dream, because he didn't want to live this dream anymore, he didn't know what he would dream about in the dream next.

He just resented, resented that person for treating himself as a stand-in, hated that he could only live as a shadow of others, and was bent on torturing this person, wanting to take revenge on this person, wanting to crush this person's pride, and wanting to destroy this person.

Countless times, countless times.

This person has always acted in a high-minded manner, and has an attitude towards people that can never be changed, as if no one can enter her eyes, and everything makes him extremely hateful.

However, the funny thing is that when this person really cried, he found that he couldn't even see this person bow his head - even though everything was just a dream, and even this person's crying was just a dream he imagined.

It's ridiculous.

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The shadows of the trees outside the window swayed, swaying into a frenzied black shadow, and the rain became heavier and heavier, knocking on the window as if to shatter the glass.

The coffee on the table was still steaming, and the man held one hand to his forehead and looked at the book on the table.

In the extremely quiet room, apart from the sound of rain, only the sound of flipping books remains.

The phone on the table made a vibrating sound, and the man reached out and picked up the phone.

The person on the phone said a lot of things, the man was holding the phone in one hand and flipping through the book in the other, and he didn't know if he was listening carefully.

"Zhou Nan, have you really decided to retire? We have a lot of positions for you here, can't you really think about it any more? ”

The slender fingers were slightly bent, and the handsome and mature man raised his eyes, his appearance was extremely handsome, and the fine lines at the corners of his eyes were all charming, looking at the window that was rattling by the rain.

The magnetic voice is mellow and charming.

"I'm too old to fit in."

"Hey, where is the old, thirty and forty without confusion know no, not to mention that your physical condition is not much younger than those who are young, what we lack is a talent like you, otherwise I will always call and harass you."

Sexy thin lips pursed slightly, and the man took a sip of steaming coffee, staring at the rain outside.

"Zhou Nan? Zhou Nan? Have you ever listened to me, and when you hear it, you can say it. ”

There is a typo dripping me

(End of chapter)