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Li Langyu was leaning against the car window, his face was covered in sweat, his heart was beating non-stop, and he was shivering after breathing in the cold wind in his throat. The driver chatted with him, but he just said a few words and then closed his eyes, feeling that everything was unreal.
He was probably too tired and his energy was exhausted. He originally wanted to take a nap, but fell asleep quickly.
He had a short dream, and many scenes flashed back like a marquee, and everyone couldn't see his face, only the bright and flamboyant tones remained. There are New Year's red, rouge powder, jade green, bright moon white, hairpin gold... He was flying a kite in the yard, the kite flew to the magnolia tree, and someone next to him picked him up. He reached for the kite, and just as he was about to get it, Li Langyu suddenly woke up and took in half a breath of cold air.
The car was still moving, only the driver's black hat could be seen from behind. He looked out the window dully, and murmured, how much longer.
"Come on." The driver said lightly.
He stared blankly out of the car for a while, and suddenly a jerky bounced up—this way is not the direction to the station at all!
"Where are you taking me, this is not going to the station!"
The driver picked up speed and ignored it.
Li Langyu suddenly felt a chill, as if stepping into an iceberg and snow. The doors were locked, the windows were tight, and there was no way for him to escape.
The driver drove the car into a small western-style building compound, the iron gate slowly opened, and two rows of people dressed in military uniforms stood up straight, even a fly couldn't fly.
The car stopped, and the driver slowly took off his hat, revealing his face.
"Uncle Cheng, I'm sorry."
Li Langyu remembered that he was Cheng Hanliang's subordinate, and he had met him on the wedding day.
When Li Langyu woke up, he had been tied to a chair for one night. He was in a place similar to a study, but this was not Cheng's house. Xu was rarely used, and dust accumulated in some places, blocking his breathing. . There was a mirror in the room, and the curtains blocked the light that came through. In the dead air, he raised his head and saw in the mirror, a decadent underwater dog.
The door was locked, and a voice came from outside. Although it was very small, Li Langyu could hear it clearly. It was Xu Guiying's voice.
Xu Guiying must have been terrified, she couldn't speak clearly, she was confused, full of loopholes, and her voice trembled like an old woman who was dying. Someone beside her scolded her and threatened her with all kinds of terrible descriptions, without the slightest pity. She was still trying to defend herself, and she couldn't get around when she was stuck on a sentence.
Li Langyu suddenly felt a little sad, she was still arguing about something, what else did she need to say when she was stumbling, he knew that this woman actually had a bad memory. It was a miracle that the last time it came out fluently. He buys her shoes, boils medicine for her, and gives her something to eat. It's just such trivial things that she can be flattered, and it's nothing more than that incompetent son.
But how could Li Sheng treat her well
Forget it, she should explain it all, at least she won't suffer.
At this time, Cheng Hanliang opened his mouth and asked in a harmonious voice, which son do you want.
Xu Guiying fell silent for a while, her lower lip trembling.
"Which one do you want, I'll give it back to you."
Li Langyu knew that Xu Guiying could no longer speak now, just as the stone in his heart fell when she called out that name.
Cheng Hanliang sent someone to bring Li Sheng up, and the mother and son were reunited with tears in their eyes. As for what was said later, everything was logical, and it was a comedy on earth.
He listened from behind the door, with dust lurking under his eyelids, he had no frustration, just an eerie calm.
An hour later when Cheng Hanliang came in, he saw a drooping head with a small vortex on top of it, and it was obviously much more honest to be tied.
He walked over, stood in front of the other party, cupped the face in both hands, and took a good look at it.
This is really a reluctant face, with pride spread between his eyebrows, and what's more interesting is that it is still beautiful.
"Who sent you here?"
Cheng Hanliang pressed his face, from the bridge of the nose to the cheekbones, and rubbed the smooth cortex with his thumb. He wanted to completely smooth out the reluctance.
"Is it Jiang Shuqi, Chen Weilin, Dong Chengli...or that person?"
Li Langyu had never heard of this long list of names, he thought it was funny, and looked at Cheng Hanliang pitifully: "Since you have so many enemies, what's the harm in having one more of me?"
Cheng Hanliang stretched his neck, sullen in the long eyes.
Yeah, what's the harm in having one more.
It doesn't matter if there is one less.
The full-length mirror standing by the wall imitated the two of them in another world, which created an illusion that the confrontation outside the mirror was unreal. Cheng Hanliang slightly tilted his head and looked at Li Langyu in the mirror. What are you thinking.
"Okay, the last question." He suddenly said, his voice full of antique flavor, stuffy.
"Have you ever shown any sincerity towards Lanlan?"
Li Langyu turned his gaze to the front, and after a long time, the pointer on the dial was stared at as if it was about to stand still, and he just said, "No."
The light in the room dimmed, the curtains swayed gently, Cheng Hanliang closed his eyes, his fingers tightly grasped the back of the chair, very hard. The wood was almost crushed.
In fact, he could choose to lie just now. He can speak well, and he has lied for so long anyway, and it is not difficult to say another word, and then maybe he will soften for a while and take into account the old feelings of these days.
But he was stupid.
He gave up this last chance.
Cheng Hanliang opened his eyes, kicked down the stool, and ruthlessly pulled out the belt.
The author has something to say: There is a black car in the next chapter, which may be a thundering point for some people, so let's warn first, and everyone will take care of it.
chapter twenty
The strong wind in Peiping whipped against a row of European-style arched windows, and an upside-down spider froze to death in winter, hanging outside the glass. All gloomy. The Xiaoyang Building was built a few years ago, and there are not many people. The light thrown into the house has also expired, and there is no vitality. It seems that just one look inside will suck out the entire spiritual power.
That alone is terrifying. But it's not the scariest either.
Li Langyu was lying in the center of the red carved carpet, with his back curled up in a defensive posture, like a dead roll of autumn leaves. The dozen or so whips just now slapped him with a "hoho", and his bones were almost broken.
At first it was a stinging pain, and then it was a burning pain. Li Langyu was bound and unable to move. Those whips were like realgar powder sprinkled on a snake. In the end, he felt that his skin was sloughing and rotting everywhere.
Cheng Hanliang threw away the belt and grabbed his neck with one hand, forcing him to look up.
"Who sent you here?"
He glared at him, anger, resentment, and hatred accumulated, but he didn't answer.
Cheng Hanliang knew that he was provoking, and he wasn't going to waste it. He just sneered disdainfully at the struggle of the mayfly to shake the tree.
He has seen many stubborn people, but the more stubborn they are, the easier it is for others to take advantage of their weaknesses, such as dignity.
At the moment when the belt was torn apart, Li Langyu couldn't help himself. He was originally bound firmly by the rope, but at this time he couldn't help sitting up in shock, struggling with the only remaining space for movement.
He's not afraid of death, it's not just painful for a while, and then it ends cleanly, or even that, he went underground with his family earlier. He felt that he had abandoned everything to take revenge, and he should have nothing to fear, but now, he was really afraid. Cheng Hanliang wanted to break him, so he saw that he was arrogant and told him that life would be better than death.
"Lang Yu." Cheng Hanliang caught all the expressions on his face, and finally called out his name, "It's too late."
It's not that I didn't plan to let you go, it's that you committed suicide and cut yourself off.
With a little spit on his finger, he stabbed it at will, Li Langyu sucked in a breath of cold air, and the blood on his face faded. He kicked his feet, pushed his knees, twisted his body and rubbed back, using whatever he could. Cheng Hanliang opened one leg and pulled him back. When he was almost inside, he turned Li Langyu over, grabbed his hair, and forced him to look directly at himself in the mirror.
The two were twisted into a posture of restraint and obedience, Li Langyu only glanced at it, and felt the blood flow back in his whole body, and his temples were throbbing.
So ugly, so ugly!
He was forced to kneel halfway, like an extremely lowly slave, in a degrading state, his body was shaking non-stop, angry, humiliated, unwilling, and the "squeaky" sound of bones, all knocking for him Toll the death knell.
This man is not him.
Li Langyu turned his face away again and again, and Cheng Hanliang pulled him back with all his strength. He put his fingers into his mouth and fiddled with it for a while, oozing out lustful body fluids, and at the same time stabbed the sex device into his lower body.
The burgundy velvet curtains were motionless, like an indifferent noblewoman in the Middle Ages. Outside, the winter wind roared violently, and there was a terrifying crashing sound on the window, but it didn't pay attention, just watched from the sidelines.
The moment he was entered, Li Langyu's upper body softened in pain, and he slowly bowed down. His throat was almost unable to speak. He obviously blocked a lot of voice inside, but he was like an old man climbing a hill, unable to exert any strength, and only kept trying. Vomiting acid spilled out of his mouth.
It was the first time that he felt the breath of winter after coming back for many days. The sudden drop in temperature was only for a moment, but he was frozen from the inside out, like the dead spider outside the window.
Cheng Hanliang moved slowly, but later became more and more fast and fierce. He saw his pain, but was unmoved.
In fact, Cheng Hanliang intuitively thought he was a good young man when he first saw him. He remembered that the other party greeted him under the magnolia tree, his face full of peach blossoms, Langyu, what a beautiful name.
Then at the wedding, putting aside his doubts, he did not hesitate to give the four-word evaluation of "good skin", which seemed frivolous, but it was a sincere statement.
Go to Guangzhou again, come back victorious at the stone table