Facing the man's sharp eyes that were completely different from the past, and reading the disgusting emotion in it, Feng Xiaole seemed to be frozen, not knowing how to react.
He was sweating coldly, and his face was getting paler.
Yi Lang looked at the scene in front of him and suddenly felt that it was both absurd and ridiculous.
How pitiful was your life in the past, to take the little bit of kindness released by this woman in front of you as a life-saving straw, and cling to it
fortunately…
The right hand on his side quietly clenched into a fist, until the nails sank deep into the soft flesh, and the clear pain was transmitted to the brain, and then gradually relaxed.
Yi Lang also put his open right hand on the table.
The left hand and the right hand are joined together to form a negotiating posture with ease.
He Youfei, who was silent, kept observing Yi Lang during this period. He was curious that the opponent's counterattack this time was just bluffing and pretending.
The former and the latter will affect He Youfei's choice.
Now it seems…
"Yi Lang, how could you treat me like this?" Feng Xiaole's sad voice made He Youfei's brows twitch, and he glanced over to see two lines of tears slowly falling from Feng Xiaole's eyes. "It's obviously your fault, how can you do this..."
In Feng Xiaole's logic, as long as she thinks Yi Lang is guilty, Yi Lang is guilty.
She does not need objective facts, only subjective determinations.
Feng Xiaole has always been like this, living a self-willed life. There is no gray in her world, only black and white.
In addition to the personality, why is it not created by He Youfei's unprincipled connivance and his own bottomless compromise? In the past, Yi Lang was blinded by his eyes, covered his senses, and played a game with two people that could not accommodate a third person. Now, Yi Lang has figured out the rules and doesn't want to waste time dealing with them.
All mistakes are fine until this moment.
"It's not my fault, Feng Xiaole."
"Even if there is a real fault, it is He Youxiu's fault, your fault, and He Youfei's fault."
"what do I have… "
"Is it my fault that the pervert He Youxiu took a fancy to?" Yi Lang leaned over slightly and was satisfied to see the woman's pupils shrinking in fear. "Feng Xiaole, how long do you want to deceive yourself? From deceiving yourself that you are He Youxiu's girlfriend, to deceiving yourself that He Youxiu was killed by me... Don't you think it's very sad for you?"
"Quangdang!"
The water glass was knocked over.
The tablecloth was wet, and water dripped down the edge, but no one cared.
Feng Xiaole's eyes were flushed red, and the bloodshot eyes were densely covered in black and white eyes, looking terrifying and scary.
"You don't need to refute me, Feng Xiaole."
"There's something wrong with He Youxiu, I don't believe you didn't notice it at all."
"But you chose to hide it, choose to ignore it, and choose to avoid the problem instead of solving it." The moment he met Feng Xiaole's eyes, Yi Lang smiled. "You say that I am the murderer. If I am really, then you and He Youfei are both accomplices."
"He Youxiu's tragedy, you are the driving force, and He Youxiu's death also has your share."
Yi Lang's tone was very calm.
There is no superfluous emotion, neither excitement nor excitement, just like stating a well-known fact, which is extraordinarily convincing.
Feng Xiaole couldn't interrupt a few times, so he simply closed his mouth.
She wanted to cover her ears and wanted Yi Lang to stop talking, but she didn't do anything in the end, just trembling all over, listening to Yi Lang's words shot into her heart like a sharp arrow, with the flesh inside.
Did He Youxiu really not notice He Youxiu's feelings for Yi Lang
No, she had already noticed it.
And she knew that was not normal.
The abnormal reason is not because they are of the same sex, but He Youxiu's one-sided overly possessive and destructive desire.
Love shouldn't be like this.
Although they also desire possession, they do not aim to deprive one's personal liberty as their ultimate goal.
Feng Xiaole loves He Youxiu, so Feng Xiaole understands.
The root of love should be to hope that the other party is good, hope that the other party will become better because of himself, and hope that everyone in the world can feel the goodness of the other party, rather than trying to hide those good things and destroy or destroy them when they find that they cannot be monopolized.
That is not love at all.
However, Feng Xiaole couldn't convince He Youxiu.
After he held the utility knife against his wrist and swiped it gently, blood beads came out one by one, covering his slender and fair skin, Feng Xiaole panicked, feared and overwhelmed, and could only helplessly watch He You Xiu held her bloody wrist in front of her and asked her, "So what? Are you going to tell anyone? Are you going to stop me?"
The three questions in a row, accompanied by the faint salty smell that filled his nose, made Feng Xiaole almost nauseous.
But He Youxiu didn't let her go.
"I know Lele won't do such a thing." The handsome young man stroked her cheek and whispered in a coaxing tone, "Don't worry, I'm just playing, and I won't do anything bad. , so Lele will definitely help me, right?"
Sensing that Feng Xiaole was shaking, He Youxiu smiled.
"Just like before."
"Lele was able to turn a blind eye in the past, and then it's good to turn a blind eye in the future."
"It's simple, isn't it?"