Before the Male God Blackened

"Song Warm...Miss Song?"

The slightly soft voice has a little strangeness that is not easily noticeable.

Sitting on the opposite side of the warmth, with delicate makeup and decent clothes, the woman who looked like a flower of wealth withdrew her gaze at the resume in her hand and transferred it to the **** the opposite side.

Warm is sitting upright at this time. The combination of white shirt and jeans makes her youthful. She looks like a Sayuri swaying in the wind, very fresh.

"right."

Hearing the other's question, his warm back couldn't help but straighten up. I don't know if it was to give the woman a good impression. While answering, there was a brilliant smile on her face subconsciously.

A trace of confusion flashed uncontrollably deep in Fang Qingya's eyes, holding her resume with a straight smile.

She had such a smile before, but...

Just what, before she finished thinking about it, the butler's respectful voice reached her ears.

"Mr. Zhou, you are back."

week?

The warm ears moved slightly, and he noticed that the graceful woman who was smiling at him just now made her face pale, her hands trembled quickly, but her eyes flashed quickly. Fear and fear.

It's like a little beast that has encountered a natural enemy, looking pitiful and helpless.

Then Warmth turned his gaze to the direction of the crisp footsteps—

The person here looks good, in a tall black suit, looks very well-dressed.

It's just that the people's eyes didn't even give warmth to the stranger who appeared suddenly, almost as soon as he approached, his eyes seemed to not tolerate anything except the warmth of the woman in front of him.

When I saw that people even started to tremble unconsciously, it seemed that I finally got a perverted satisfaction, and I turned my attention to Warmth.

"Who is this…"

Hearing this, Fang Qingya, who had lost the pressure in her eyes, relaxed and introduced with a stiff smile, "The nurse who took care of A Yue resigned from my job three days ago. As you know, A Yue is totally inseparable now. , So I posted a job posting on the Internet again. This Miss Song came for an interview today..."

Before the woman had finished speaking, the man in the suit immediately interrupted her next words, "Okay, then her, there is no need to continue the interview, is Miss Song? You can come to work tomorrow, and the treatment is elegant. What the recruitment notice says, that's it. Housekeeper Zhou, see off the guests."

After speaking, the man didn't look at the warm side anymore, turned his head and walked towards the woman in front of him, reached out his hand and grabbed her wrist at once indiscriminately, "Come upstairs with me!"

"I…"

A trace of horror flashed in the warm eyes of the woman who was watching the woman, as if there was some cannibal monster living upstairs.

It was just that before she finished reading, the stubborn butler on the other end had already come to her and wanted to invite her out.

Upon seeing this, he smiled warmly and curbed his curiosity and started to walk outside.

When she was about to walk out of the villa, she suddenly glanced backwards, and then she did not expect to see a man in a wheelchair at the southwest corner of the second floor of the villa, but the reflection of the windows was too much. It was so amazing that she could not see clearly the man's appearance for a while, but the other party's information appeared in her mind involuntarily.

Feng Yue, Feng's current head of the family, both parents have died, there is a car, a house and a fiancée.

His fiancée Fang Qingya was adopted by his parents when he was young. Later, when his parents were dying, the two became engaged according to their parents' wishes, but when they were about to get married, Feng Yue accidentally encountered a car accident and became one—

Vegetative.

Feng's enterprise was in chaos. Fortunately, his friend and alumnus Zhou Wenyao stepped forward and supported it with all his strength.

It's just that it's been two years now, and Feng Yue doesn't have any consciousness of awakening. Everyone knows that this Feng's family is still Feng's. In private, no one knows that her surname has already been changed.

even…

Recalling the scene in Warm's mind, he squinted again.

Excessive and not only that—

That night.

Fengjia Villa, second floor, southwest corner.

Women’s sobbing and men’s panting seemed particularly harsh in this quiet night. Looking at the scene in front of him, Feng Yue felt that he should be angry as usual, but I don’t know why, but he always felt like a pool of stagnant water in his heart. Lan, even looking at the trembling headboard, unconsciously began to study the patterns on the head.

It's just that before he can figure out the reason, Feng Yue moved his eyes with the sudden low growl of the man.

Heh... now he seems to have only a pair of eyeballs moving all over his body.

When Feng Yue turned his gaze to the two naked people in front of him, he saw the man turning his head to look at him with a wicked smile, and then moved twice as if venting his anger. He heard the shock of the woman under him as he wished. With a cry, she got up from her with the corners of her mouth, grabbed the white bath towel on the side and surrounded herself, walked straight to Feng Yue, and patted his cheek lightly, which made her voice hoarse. I opened my mouth, "Today's good show is over here. If you are happy, I will invite you to watch it tomorrow."

After speaking, the man laughed lowly, and a flash of resentment and pain suddenly flashed through the depths of his eyes with a smile. When Feng Yue felt that he was dazzled, the man slowly straightened up. Come, walk out.

With the bang of the door, Feng Yue realized that the woman who was lying on the bed and let people vent suddenly moved at this time, and then her shoulders trembled a few times, and the low crying gradually spread to him. In my ears, it's just that the crying at this time is completely different from the cry with a little **** just now, but it is full of deep depression and sadness.

Hearing Feng Yue felt that if he hadn't been unable to move or speak now, he might laugh out loud on the spot.

Yes, laugh.

It’s a pity that he hasn’t known what it feels like to laugh for two full years. He doesn’t know what it is like to laugh, not just laugh, the emotions of normal people, walking and running, even ordinary food, and even the taste of being alive. I don’t know everything anymore, even... he doesn’t even know if he closes his eyes every night if he can see tomorrow’s sun again...

cry?

He didn't cry?

Why are these two people crying? Is there any face of sadness and pain? Really, he didn't know that the two of them had already touched each other in front of him?

There was a sudden burst of bitter hatred and hatred in the depths of Feng Yue's eyes, but the moment the woman sat up on the bed, she quickly calmed down, her eyes widened, like a high-ranking monk who had already attained Taoism.

Seeing such a seal, the woman on the bed quickly wiped away the tears on her face, and then she rushed in front of him like a demon, quickly raised her hand and slapped his cheek. Aside.

After the fan was finished, the expression on the woman's face was blank for a moment, then trembling, her hand moved forward and gently rubbed the position where she had just fanned, the tears in her eyes continued to fall like a broken string.

What should she do...what the **** should she do...

At the same time, in the rental house, warmly holding her chin and looking out the dark window, and beside her feet are the boxes she has packed.

Feng's caregiver needs personal care, so she must live in Feng's home.

Thinking of this, she tapped her finger on the desktop. If she had guessed correctly, Feng Yue was afraid that she was looking at the live erotica again.

Yes, Zhou Wenyao and Feng Yue had an enmity, and the specific enmity would have to be traced back to their father's generation.

It was in the nineties. At that time Feng's father and Zhou's father went to the sea to invest and do business together. Later, after losing a sum, Zhou's father was timid and withdrew, and he was ready to go home and farm steadily. Who knew that after he withdrew, he closed the capital. On the father's side, he seized the opportunity, and then there was Fengshi.

In this way, how could Father Zhou be reconciled, and such unwillingness became bigger and bigger as the Feng clan grew and became an eternal obsession deep in his heart.

He began to lose his business, began to covet things that did not belong to him, and started drinking and gambling before he was greedy, to numb himself, and when he was drunk, beating his wife and son became his way of venting.

Therefore, Zhou Wenyao’s thought that was instilled since he was a child is that the things that seal the family, the things that seal the Yue should belong to him from the beginning. If it were not for the seal of Yue, if it was not for the seal of the father, their family would not be like this, and neither would his father. In this way, his mother won't die early, and he won't be so painful.

It's all the wrong surname.

The twisted thoughts made him more aggressive and stronger, and then approached Fengyue, approached Fengshi, and then shot without a trace. Fengyue became a vegetable, and Fengshi became something in his bag. Even Feng Yue’s fiancee became his vent, and because of their hatred, they did it in front of Feng Yue every night...

Among them, the only thing that was not within Zhou Wenyao's expectations was that he would love the elegance of the top.

Yes, that's right, this time the warmth has entered into an x-text plane that is getting more and more loving.

As soon as he thought of this, a green vein jumped out of his warm forehead.

Thinking of the indescribable large sections of the plot she received, the warmth almost can't control her own small universe. The only thing that can comfort her is that this x text is "be", as for the reason for be-

"Does Mr. Feng Yue live in this room? Okay, I'll go in by myself. You don't need to be the housekeeper to show me the way, because I heard someone calling you over there, sounding very anxious. I will start working. I will familiarize myself with the patients and working environment to be taken care of.

Early in the morning, sitting in a dim room, studying the little Zhaohui that appeared in the room, Feng Yue suddenly heard a strange and sweet female voice.

It sounded very empathetic.

Then he heard the housekeeper Zhou Shu's low voice of sorry, the footsteps gradually faded away, and it was quiet for a while, before he finally heard the sound of the door being opened from the outside.

Then a breeze with a scent of gardenia gently slid into his nose.

He looked intently, and met a pair of eyes that seemed to be soaked in the warmest sunlight in spring.

"Hello, I am warm, and I am the nurse who will take care of you in the future. Please advise."

He looked at her with a smile and approached him.

With the light behind him, it is like an angel landing on earth.

And almost at the same time, the moment I saw Feng Yue in the warmth.

She felt as if she had traveled through time and space and came to Feng Yue a year later.

At that time, he was wearing a dark tuxedo, with broken limbs and blood dripping under his feet, but he was able to sit in it calmly while eating Western food. Perhaps he noticed that someone was watching him in front of him and suddenly put down his knife. Fork, raised his head, his eyes were ghostly and bewitching.

Suddenly, he gave her a bloodthirsty smile...

The picture went dark, and the warmth returned to the senses.

No matter how many times she came, the scenes after the blackening of the task object made her jump and stop suddenly.

Yes, this is the reason why the original plane collapsed and the small x text was dropped.

Because of the plot background, he is out of control and blackened...

The author has something to say:

Explain: The vegetative man is the external rhetoric of the original male protagonist. In fact, even if Feng Yue is paralyzed, he almost recovered when the warmth came. In addition, the vegetative male **** sounds better than the paralyzed male god, so it is unified as the title. Don't be refined!