Yaoyao pushed open the bathroom door, her hair was dripping with water, her body was filled with steam, and her eyes were full of water, which was clear and transparent, innocent and pitiful.
Facing Dai Shuyan's gaze, she grabbed the bathrobe on her body cautiously, with a cautious look, and the look in his eyes was very attractive.
Even at such moments she never forgot to seduce him.
He has watched her for so many years, and knows how she changed from a simple little princess held in the palm of everyone to this appearance.
She was only fifteen or sixteen years old at that time, and it was the most attractive time, when she first showed the charm of a woman, and also showed the youthfulness and innocence of a girl. Bullied her openly and secretly.
Even though he had cleaned up many people, he couldn't completely free her from this kind of harassment.
The most serious one was when she was in high school, and her class monitor, a well-dressed beast, left her in the classroom after evening self-study in the name of a problem with her homework, intending to do something wrong.
Even though she didn't succeed in the end, Yaoyao ran out desperately, but she changed. She began to realize the sharpest weapon of a woman—beauty, and she used it with ease.
She became what she is now.
Whenever he thinks of this, he blames himself and feels guilty. He didn't protect her well, but his drug addiction got worse, and he sank deeper while hurting.
Her heart was hidden behind heavy guards, and it was harder for him to get it than to reach the sky.
He had to have it, and he was willing to pay any price for it.
His eyes were deep and unfathomable, with huge penetrating power, making it difficult for her to breathe.
Yaoyao held back her panic, clenched her fingers tightly, and asked with an uneasy face, "What are you and A Yan planning to do?"
Dai Shuyan lit a cigarette and smoked it against the wall.
Yaoyao couldn't help feeling strange.
In the last mission, Qu Zhengming didn't smoke, only Qu Jingzi smoked. Although both father and son had foot fetishes, there were still many differences in their mannerisms, and Dai Shuyan and Tang Wenheng were too similar.
It looks like a person, and this demeanor is completely carved out of the same mold.
Dai Shuyan sneered: "Worried about your concubine?"
Yaoyao bit her lip, "I'm worried about you too."
"Worried about me?" He stood up straight, extinguished the cigarette butt, threw it into the trash can, and asked, "Do you want to have sex with me?"
"...!"
Facing Shang Yaoyao's surprised gaze, he mockingly smiled, "You've been married to me for so many years, and you haven't done it, don't you feel regretful?"
"Maybe..." He started to unbutton his shirt, his eyes fell on the white skin of her chest, and he said with deep meaning, "I'm better than Ah Heng."
Yaoyao grasped the bathrobe tightly on her chest like a conditioned reflex, her face was blue and white, and said angrily: "I and Ah Heng are because I love him."
With a slight sound, the button snapped open.
He took a sudden step forward, clasped her shoulders, and asked in disbelief, "Do you love him? You actually said you love him?"
Yaoyao took a deep breath and nodded, "Yes. Let's get a divorce. I don't know what you guys want to do, but I don't want any of you to suffer... eh!"
Before he finished speaking, he blocked him with his mouth.
Yaoyao opened her eyes wide in shock, and pushed him hard with both hands.
He was still injured, so he took advantage of the situation to dodge, let go of his hand and grabbed her, clasped her behind his back, and dragged her to the bed.
Yaoyao thought he was going to do something, and resisted with all her strength, but unexpectedly, he just hugged her, put his hands into the bathrobe and tightly wrapped her waist, and wrapped her whole body in his arms, without moving.
He hugged her from behind, and the man's hot breath fell on his neck, causing goose bumps.
Yaoyao gradually calmed down and stopped struggling.
He hugged her, his lips burned on the sensitive skin on her back, and she trembled all over.
He stopped moving, looking at her back full of affection.
It is impossible for her to fall in love with him in this world, at least he must be the most unforgettable one in her heart.
Qu Zhengming is a loser, he has lost the qualification to compete, let alone win her heart, he is different, he is not Qu Zhengming.
Yaoyao and Ben didn't know what was going on in his heart, and then slowly fell asleep.
He didn't sleep, just looked at her all night.
The next day, Yaoyao woke up, and there was no one around her.
She found the phone and turned it on. There were several missed calls from Tang Wenheng on it, and she quickly went back.
Hearing Yaoyao's voice, the opposite party was obviously relieved, and he asked: "Did Ayan bully you?"
Yaoyao shook her head, "No, I'm fine."
He smiled, and then heard her anxiously asking: "Ah Heng, what did you promise Ah Yan? You must not do stupid things for me."
He didn't answer, and silently opened the drawer, which contained a revolver.
There are six cylinders in the drum magazine, and at this moment, only one bullet is loaded in it.
Ayan also had the same one in his hand.
He replied calmly: "It's just a small game, A Yan and I used to play it when we were young. Who loses..."
He choked for a moment, then continued as if nothing had happened: "...just quit."
Yaoyao hugged the phone and wept, "It's all my fault, if I told A Yan the truth earlier as you said, it wouldn't be like this."
Tang Wenheng comforted her softly: "Yaoyao, don't be sad, it's not your fault. I know Ayan, whether you say it or not, you will come to this point sooner or later. Because...he has already fallen in love with you."
He has been unwilling to admit it, and has been blinding his own eyes, just because he knows that A Yan has already fallen in love with her.
He asked: "Yaoyao, do you still love Ayan?"
He didn't hear her answer, he smiled, calmly withdrew the only bullet in the magazine, and continued: "Without me, you and A Yan must be very happy now."
He heard Yaoyao's sobbing answer: "But now I like you."
"Do you only like me? Don't you like Ayan at all?"
For a long time, there was no answer.
Tang Wenheng flicked the magazine, loaded it, pointed at his temple, and pulled the trigger.
"boom!"
Then, a woman screamed in despair: "Heng, what are you doing?"
He smiled and replied: "Play the game, turn up the volume, don't worry."
Started crying over there.
Tang Wenheng regretted it, and comforted her softly, but she kept crying and crying, and never paid attention to him again.
When Dai Shuyan came back, she was sitting on the bed with her knees hugged and weeping silently. She was crying so sadly that the phone fell by her feet, showing that she was talking, and she could faintly hear the anxious yelling of the man opposite.
She didn't respond, holding her calf and crying.
Two minutes later, his cell phone rang, and it was Ah Heng's voice.
He told him with a stiff tone: "Yaoyao is crying, go and have a look."
Dai Shuyan replied coldly: "Understood."
After speaking, cut off the phone.
Knocking on the bedroom door with his fingers, he said: "Clean up. Don't you want to know what I bet with Ah Heng? Let me show you."
Hearing the knock on the door, Yaoyao hurriedly turned her back to wipe her tears, and at the same time gave a "hmm", and then heard him explain: "For such a grand occasion, dress nicely."
Yaoyao changed her clothes with tears in her eyes, and when she came out, she found that Dai Shuyan had also dressed up specially.
He was wearing a light-colored suit with gray-blue vertical stripes and a light pink shirt underneath. The slightly girly color scheme was dressed handsomely and handsomely by him.
His eyes fell on Yaoyao's red eyes, and he frowned: "Go and put on some makeup, you want to look beautiful today."
The foundation was applied to the eyelids to cover the red and swollen eye sockets, lipstick was applied to cover the pale lip color, the slender eyeliner was used to suppress the red eyes...
Little by little, the sadness and haggardness on her face were covered by delicate makeup.
It's just that the tears are still uncontrollable from time to time, escaping from the eye sockets and falling to pieces.
"What's there to cry about? Isn't it just what you want now?"
The man's faint words sounded behind her, Yaoyao's heart shuddered, her eyebrow-drawing hands paused slightly, and she looked at his face in the mirror.
There was sarcasm in the words, but there was no expression on his face, and no emotion could be seen.
Yaoyao was inexplicably uneasy. She always felt that he might know something about what he said just now.
Will things really go as she expected
He drove all the way out of the city, and arrived at an open space on the outskirts of the city, where Tang Wenheng was already waiting.
He was also specially dressed, with a solemn expression, as if attending a solemn dinner party.
The car didn't drive past, it was parked far away on the side of the road, he got out of the car, went around to the other side of the car, and opened the door for Yaoyao.
She got out of the car and was about to rush over when he grabbed her and forced her to hold his arm and walk towards Tang Wenheng step by step.
As he got closer, Yaoyao realized that he was carrying a black box, and he didn't know what was in it.
When there were still about ten meters away from him, Dai Shuyan let go of her, "Stay here and watch."
I walked over by myself.
The wind was very fast, and the conversation between the two was sent from afar, ethereal and illusory.
Dai Shuyan asked, "Have you brought anything?"
Tang Wenheng replied: "Bring it."
"I brought mine too?"
"Um."
"Is it ready?"
"You can check."
Dai Shuyan stopped asking, Yaoyao saw Tang Wenheng open the box in his hand, and took out a handful—
gun!
The blood on her face disappeared in an instant.
He threw the gun, Dai Shuyan reached out to catch it, and he took out another gun from it.
He said: "The old rules, six magazines, only one bullet, whoever gets shot first, loses."
Dai Shuyan raised the corner of her lips, "I know."
With his fingers, he pulled the magazine.
The two began to move at the same time, and immediately there was a duet of clicking and clicking of the revolvers.
Tang Wenheng raised his eyebrows: "Aren't you going to check?"
Dai Shuyan smiled: "I believe in you."
Tang Wenheng closed his eyes and smiled mockingly, "You said the same thing before, but I betrayed you."
Dai Shuyan said "hmm", "I'm still willing to believe you."
The two stopped talking, raised their hands to load the guns, and the muzzles of the two black holes fell together, aiming at each other's heart.
Yaoyao finally understood what kind of gamble this was. It was a gamble on luck with her life.
The wind was blowing, and the eardrums were buzzing. Dai Shuyan held his breath and aimed at the opponent's heart.
They have played this game many times, winning and losing are mixed, but before it was a toy gun, this time it was a real gun.
He counted three two one, and just as he was about to pull the trigger, a figure rushed over.
Yaoyao opened her arms to block between the two, her long hair fluttered in the wind, and no amount of delicate makeup could conceal her paleness and panic.
With tears in her eyes, she begged: "Ah Yan..." She turned around again, and called, "Ah Heng..."
Tears burst into tears, "Is there no other solution?"
No one answered her, she cried desperately, slowly fell to the ground, and shouted: "You just kill me!"
Tang Wenheng retracted his gun, glanced at Dai Shuyan, pulled off his tie, and walked towards Yaoyao.
He picked her up, and she quickly grabbed his clothes, begging them to stop.
Just when she thought things were turning around, he tied her hands and tied them to a tree. Dai Shuyan came over, offered his tie, covered her eyes, and whispered in her ear, "Don't look at me!" , it will be over soon."
Yaoyao cried out in despair, her wrist hurt from the tie, she couldn't care about it at all.
boom!
boom!
After two gunshots in succession, she suddenly... became dumb.