"Because she hit you."
Fu Xian staggered, and when he fell backwards, he was supported by the bodyguard who appeared, and then the bodyguard pushed the wheelchair.
Fu Xian sat on the wheelchair tremblingly, and said with a helpless smile while coughing.
"At first I wanted to show up with a handsome appearance, but now it seems to be good, Xiaofu, you see, I really didn't even want my life to save you."
He coughed very hard, almost coughing up the blood in his chest with each blow, which made it hard to hear.
Seeing that Jiang Fu didn't speak, Fu Xian wiped his pale lips with a handkerchief, and swallowed the faint bloody smell gushing from his lungs.
He stared at Jiang Fu who was silent, his eyes lingering on that indifferent expression, and he murmured softly.
"After I was taken home from the police station, I was beaten by my father and sent to the hospital. I begged him to let me continue to meet you in the entertainment industry, but he refused. After I begged for a while, the root cause of the disease fell. "
Jiang Fu lowered his eyes in disinterest, his posture was casual, and he even leaned lazily on the back of the sofa.
In this chaotic and bloody room, he was like a flower in the high mountains stained with irrelevant blood, still cold and indifferent.
"No one asked you."
Fu Xian pushed the wheelchair closer to him, and the bodyguard behind him saw the opportunity and dragged Mo Xuan's body aside so that he could get closer to Jiang Fu.
Fu Xian stared at him without blinking, as if he hadn't seen him for a long time, and as if meeting him for the first time, his eyes gradually lost his focus and searched for the shadow that deeply fascinated him back then.
"Xiao Fu, why are you willing to act coquettishly to Yuan Chen, but treat me like ice? What did I do wrong?"
Jiang Fu shook his head and said.
"It's not your fault, it's just that Yuanyuan is different in my heart. Everyone else is the same to me."
The corners of his lips were slightly raised, and there was no emotion in his sweet smile, and he said in a very cruel whisper.
"It's the same, it doesn't deserve my attention at all."
The resolute words were like a knife stabbed in the heart, Fu Xian's eyes turned black, jealous anger seemed to poke out from his chest with a blade in his mouth, his throat hurt so badly that he almost coughed to death.
It took several minutes before he slowly stopped coughing, and a sickly paleness appeared on his face.
The feeble voice was full of desperate gloom.
"It's okay Xiaofu, when you become mine and I'm tied to the bed and violated day and night, you'll have to care about me, and you'll beg me to be more serious, begging me to love you well. "
He got his wish and saw that Jiang Fu's face changed slightly, and his joy was like dense worms biting up from the tailbone, making his hands and feet weak and his heart numb.
Almost pushing his limits, he couldn't help using more intense words to get more satisfaction from Jiang Fu's ugly face.
He gently stroked Jiang Fu's red and swollen cheek, and let out an intermittent and nasty smile in his heavy breathing.
"Xiao Fu, your smile is so sweet, your dimples are so sweet, your insides should be sweet too, like a fresh and plump peach, when you poke it in, all the fragrant juice flows out."
Jiang Fu remained expressionless and silent, with white muscles and red lips, like a fragile statue.
Fu Xian stared at him blankly, so dazed by the bewitching beauty that he forgot to say anything.
"It's really sweet."
The deep voice broke Fu Xian's vain attempt to continue his verbal conjecture, like a ray of cold air broke into the ambiguous moisture, and suddenly condensed the haze that had not dissipated into an indistinguishable frost.
Fu Xian's expression changed drastically, and he turned the wheelchair in panic and ordered angrily.
"Stop him for me!"
The other bodyguards in the room were shot dead by Yuan Chen the moment he opened his mouth, and behind Yuan Chen, the stairway, which should have been guarded by a dozen bodyguards, echoed Fu Xian's terrified roar, The silence was disturbing.
Yuan Chen stepped on the armrest of the wheelchair, pressed the cold barrel of the gun against Fu Xian's forehead, and mocked with a half-smile.
"Your bodyguards are really useless, it's a pity such a high-end gun."
Fu Xian did not dare to move stiffly, and his aura instantly weakened. He glared at Yuan Chen with a white face, his voice trembling in horror.
"You, you dare to threaten me, the Fu family will not let you go!"
Yuan Chen patted his face with the gun barrel unceremoniously, his deep eyes were full of deep coldness.
"Did you beat Chengcheng, or did you tie him up?"
This kind of humiliation made Fu Xian blush with anger. He was in pain from being hit by the gun barrel, and a painful blush appeared on his pale face.
After hearing Yuan Chen's questioning, he seemed to have grasped a glimmer of hope, and he gritted his teeth and quickly explained.
"No, it's not me. It's all done by Mo Xuan. I've already killed her."
"Oh, thank you."
Yuan Chen's tone was a bit perfunctory, and the smiling face showed some evil hostility for no reason.
Fu Xian inexplicably felt that Yuan Chen in front of him was a little strange and dangerous, he said with an ugly face.
"You see, I didn't hurt Jiang Fu."
Yuan Chen nodded, and really withdrew the barrel of the gun.
Just as Fu Xian breathed a sigh of relief, Yuan Chen bent down and pulled out the belts of the bodyguards, and then tied him tightly to the wheelchair so that he could not move.
Fu Xian suddenly had a bad premonition in his heart, he looked at Yuan Chen in astonishment, only to see Yuan Chen smiled with the corners of his lips curled up, and shrugged kindly.
"Don't you want to know whether oranges are sweet or not, then I will satisfy your curiosity."
Yuan Chen didn't look at Fu Xian's stiff expression anymore, he turned around and squatted on the ground, untied the silk scarf from Jiang Fu's hand, and wiped off the blood of Mo Xuan's body splashed on his arm in displeasure.
It took him a long time to wipe it clean, and his slightly rough fingertips scratched Jiang Fu's delicate skin, which was a bit irritating.
Jiang Fu glanced at him and said in a low voice.
"pain."
Yuan Chen looked down at the red marks on his arm that had been wiped off, and the hostility on his face receded a little, revealing a tenderness of love.
He lowered his head and kissed Jiang Fu's arm, and then stretched upwards and carefully kissed the red and swollen left cheek. His low voice was like a beautiful hypnosis, which led everyone into a new illusion unconsciously.
"Good boy, it doesn't hurt, your face and arms don't hurt anymore."
It was a magical shot like special effects in a movie. The slap print on Jiang Fu's face gradually faded, and it recovered as quickly as his arm.
Jiang Fu raised his eyebrows, smiled like a playful child, and said with curved lips.
"It really doesn't hurt anymore."
Seeing his nonchalant expression, Yuan Chen paused before asking strangely.
"Why aren't you afraid? So much blood, such a corpse, aren't you afraid at all?"
The smile on Jiang Fu's face deepened, and the dark eyes were full of wet cunning, giving birth to an irresistible brilliance.
He boasted triumphantly.
"You are the most perfect artificial man in the interstellar world, and I am not fragile glass. If you have a chance, let you see how powerful I am in the interstellar world."
Yuan Chen did not refute the mention of Xingji this time. He stared thoughtfully at the smiling Jiang Fu for a while, and suddenly laughed, with regret in his interest-filled tone.
"Chengcheng, you really moved my heart."
It is indeed a completely different existence from other volunteers.
The color is like a ghost, and it looks like a fragile and beautiful thin vase, or a soft and coquettish kitten. When people hold it in their hands, they feel that every bone can be crushed so easily, weak and small.
But when I caught it with my hand, I realized that there would be sharp thorns erected in the seemingly soft flesh pad, and at a sudden moment, it would pierce into the heart of the person, killing people at every root.
I think I can see through it at a glance, but I can always dig out a new side before losing interest.
It's so cute.
Jiang Fu tilted his head, and said with a smile that he was sure of winning.
"Then keep moving until you are willing to wake up for me."
Yuan Chen snorted softly, but there was no indifference on his face before. He kissed Jiang Fu's left ear inlaid with gold-green opal, then leaned over and picked him up, and walked into the bedroom majestically.
Jiang Fu, who was leaning in his arms, played with the necklace protruding from his chest, without speaking.
Fu Xian, who was left in the messy living room, seemed to have a handful of rough sand in his mouth. He wanted to spit out the blood full of dull pain in his mouth, but he gritted his teeth and dared not let it out. There was a sound, and the tense ears and eyes stared straight at the direction of the bedroom, and all attention was gone.
Yuan Chen deliberately did not close the bedroom door, the freshly laid dark sheets, Jiang Fu's blue fine-check pajamas were thrown at the corner of the precarious bed, with half of his sleeves hanging down.
A palm away from the pajamas is a shiny and smooth foot. The tightly curled toes gripped the bed sheets crumpled. Along the foot stretched a tight and flexible snow-white calf, which was lifted up helplessly in the air. shaking.
The dazzling white light made people dizzy and tinnitus, and the faint gasp was covered with sobs and sobs, like invisible silk threads penetrated into every pore of Fu Xian, and the twisted heart was forced to shudder violently under extreme stimulation , Fu Xian, whose limbs and bones were collided with blood, was almost out of breath.
He bent his body like drowning and breathed heavily, his bewildered eyes almost bleeding from staring.
After that day, Fu Xian was still taken away by the Fu family. Even though Fu Xian's father personally promised that he would never allow Fu Xian to step into the entertainment circle again, Yuan Chen still mercilessly disclosed all of Fu Xian's secrets. Get exposed.
Fu Xian's problem of being too deep in the play has caused him to have mental problems. When he was playing a serial killer, he actually secretly killed a few homeless people in order to completely substitute for that kind of bloodthirsty emotion. And the role mixed with the blood of innocent people was praised as having textbook-like peak acting skills after it was released.
Although the murder that Fu Xian committed was secretly settled by the Fu family, as long as he continues to stay in the entertainment industry for a day, such a paranoid and twisted mentality will never fade away, but will intensify instead.
After learning the truth, the entire entertainment circle was shocked. Although the Fu family tried their best to suppress the crusade and abuse from the entire Internet, and even tried to issue a mental certificate to help Fu Xian escape guilt, how could Yuan Chen let them do what they wanted? Xian was finally caught and sent to prison, where he spent the rest of his desperate life in that truly cruel place.
And Mo Xuan's death was also attributed to Fu Xian, Jiang Fu was the only victim.
After the matter of Fu Xian was settled, Jiang Fu continued his career in the entertainment industry, and Yuan Chen became his new manager.
The two are inseparable, work and life are inseparable. After five years of obedience to CP fans, they finally posted on Weibo to announce their marriage.
The wedding was not private/secret, they invited friends from the media and selected some lucky fans. The wedding was grand, and the entire entertainment industry was celebrating for them.
On the night of the wedding, they posted the same Weibo and tweeted each other.
Weibo is a picture, the slightly larger hand is full of protection and wraps the other thin white hand tightly, and the fingers are intertwined, inseparable.
The ring fingers of both hands are wearing identical silver rings, and the gemstones inlaid on them are the chrysoberyl opals that appeared on their necklaces and earrings before, shining brightly.
The text accompanying the picture is.
[You are my lifelong surrender.]