Handsome to the Point of Death

Wang Hongyi rushed to London overnight.

He stared silently at the burned house, his eyes empty.

It seems that someone is cutting his heart with a knife inch by inch, blood dripping, but he can only face this fact soberly.

That man is dead.

He felt that he should yell, cry, or cry, or kneel down to pray to heaven, or burn himself with a fire, but he seemed to be immobilized, and could not do anything except to support the body. strength.

-He can't fall, at least, not now.

He put on his sunglasses, turned around, sat in the car, and said calmly, "Go."

The men around him shuddered, he could clearly know the position of the burnt man in the boss's heart. Now the boss's reaction was too calm, but it made people feel a strong sense of fear in his heart.

In these years, the boss ’s attitude towards the man named Duan Xi was in his eyes. They were unwilling to stay with the boss. The boss was also reluctant to help, get a new identity, and secretly sent one. A group of people guard him. The first thing in the day is to watch the other person's day to day. Even if there is a little wind blowing, such as a bad woman near Duan Xi, he must deal with it himself to be at ease. I am glad to receive the postcard from Duan Xi for a whole week ...

It can be said that Duan Xi has been able to live so comfortably in the past few years, with half the credit of the boss. Had it not been for the person who had followed Duan Xi to find himself driven away, he would not have been burned to death so easily.

Hey, it ’s all fate. The younger brother sighed in his heart, but also sympathized with his boss. You said that the boss has done so much, but he still kept saying nothing. As a result, the obvious affectionate person did not feel it. He thought he was just an ordinary friend who crossed the prison together.

With the boss's method, how good was it to tie people around at the beginning? It's better now, and the person disappears as soon as he feels that he heard the heartbreaking voice of the boss.

Of course, he didn't dare to say these words, just think about it.

As soon as Wang Hongyi returned to his base camp, he received a new message.

"... Dyson has already come out, and now she's with Sister An. Boss, look ..."

Wang Hongyi nodded, tapping his finger gently on the table, and said coldly: "It's useless, throw it to **** a, and toss as he pleases."

Originally, he helped Dyson to come out to squeeze his value first and then let him get angry with him. Now the person is gone. Dyson took Fu Chuwu who was still in prison. He even watched The interest in the show is gone.

Spades a is a special high-level slave he sells to some high-ranking men, and gets Dyson into it, that is, he can't stand up all his life and can only live in humiliation and atonement.

"How did Fu Chuwu's Black Dragon help?"

"In the process of planning, our people have not shot yet, they have messed up, among them Fu Zhongren and Wang Lang agreed to our conditions ..."

Wang Hongyi nodded and let his men step down, leaving him alone in the room. He finally couldn't support it, leaning back of the chair and closing his eyes slowly.

Duan Xi, Duan Xi, Duan Xi ...

Do not know how long after that, he suddenly stood up, raised the picture on the wall, pressed the mechanism, and opened the dark room door of the room.

Turning on the lights, all kinds of paragraphs come into view, there are photos sticking to the entire wall, there are sculptures that are almost the same as real people, there are picture scrolls on the table, and a large screen.

He sat on the only chair in the middle, picked up the remote control, and pressed play. The person paused in the screen immediately moved, very vivid. He looked at the man on the screen obsessively, but his eyes were gradually sour.

He has looked at this man for many years, and he doesn't remember much anymore. In retrospect, it seems to be in the canteen of the prison. When he saw the man's healthy posture, his sharp eyes slightly raised, his eyes were already It doesn't belong to him anymore.

One year, two years, three years ... Sometimes, even he didn't know what he was insisting on. According to his previous style, he looked at a person and tied it up and threw it directly to bed, but Duan Xi was in his heart. In the end, it is the most special existence.

One glance for ten thousand years.