He’s As Dazzling As The Stars

Wen Yanzhi's eyes burst out, and his fingers pinched into the palm of his hand. He didn't answer the solemn words, only slowly got up from the ground.

It was just such a simple action, but it seemed to exhaust all of his energy. His mind was full of the tragic situation of the teenager being abused.

Jing Rong's painful grunt and expression of horror were like a knife scratched on the tip of his heart.

in case--

If he didn't take him away without authorization, and didn't let him buy breakfast alone in a place where he was not familiar with his life, all this might not happen.

He held the dark gun in his hand. He walked out step by step, and his whole body was filled with the coldness of the forest from hell.

The people outside are now squatting on the ground with their heads in their arms. Hearing the footsteps, the leader looked back and saw Wen Yanzhi. He originally wanted to beg for mercy immediately. However, after seeing his gloomy look clearly, his body shook, and all the words were stuck in his throat.

There was no heat on Wen Yanzhi's face, he raised his hand and shot a sharp bang on the man's other uninjured leg.

"Ah..." The man screamed several times and curled up to the ground.

Wen Yanzhi's face was never before, almost hideous. The terrible eyes stared at the opponent fiercely, and he fired several shots at the opponent. However, every shot never hit the key, only let the other party in pain, a little bit of blood flow clean.

The people next to him were silent, regretting not. Knowing that this kid Jing Rong has something to do with Mr. Wen, they dare not be so blatant.

After counting the shots, he took a pocket scarf from his chest and wiped the muzzle coldly, and said coldly: "Drag them all to the black market and sell them."

"Yes, master!"

Those who were kneeling on the ground were a group of sturdy big men, and their expressions changed drastically when they heard Wen Yanzhi's words.

"Master Wen, show mercy!"

"We knew it was wrong! We won't dare again next time! Please forgive us this time!"

You know, the black market is not only selling women, but also selling men. Buying men on the black market is nothing more than fun S丨M and cruel men. In this black market, I don’t know how many people have been abused by various methods of sexual abuse.

Wen Yanzhi was indifferent to everyone's begging for mercy.

The face is cold.

It wasn't until he got into the ambulance and saw the bloodless teenager lying in the car with an oxygen cylinder, his face changed slightly. The cold, gradually receding, replaced by deep intolerance, heartache and deep guilt.

He sat far away, not daring to approach the boy. An annoyed face was buried in the center of both palms.

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Wen Yanzhi sent Jing Rong to the hospital.

After emergency rescue and a series of inspections, he was finally pushed out.

In the ward, Yu Zeyao was already sitting there waiting. Standing beside him solemnly and silently. What happened just now in that abandoned building, solemnly has already stated clearly and plainly.

Seeing Wen Yanzhi coming in with Jing Rong who was unconscious, he stood up with a cold expression and walked first into the ward hall. When passing by Wen Yanzhi, he only left a cold sentence: "Come out!"

Wen Yanzhi glanced at the young man, and then told the nurse a few times before turning around and following Yu Zeyao to the hall of the ward. As soon as the door of the ward was closed, Yu Zeyao grabbed Wen Yanzhi's clothes and slammed it at him with a fist.

Wen Yanzhi had never been beaten before, and at this moment, he received the punch firmly, and he did not hide. Instinctively, as if seeking to vent, he also threw a punch at the man.

Yu Zeyao did not hide, and the corner of his mouth was smashed on the spot. Seeing this scene solemnly, his expression stunned, and he took out his gun and pointed at Wen Yanzhi.

Yu Zeyao shouted: "Get out!"

We weighed solemnly, and finally put the gun away and stepped aside.

Yu Zeyao clasped Wen Yanzhi's neck with a cold expression, "You took Jing Rong away, and you let him come back with a semi-disabled overnight. What did you do? How did you ask me to explain to his sister?"

"I want to ask you!" Wen Yanzhi sneered, gritted his teeth, and pinched Yu Zeyao, "This matter has nothing to do with your uncle! I tell you, if Jing Rong can't stand up all his life, he won't be able to hold his paintbrush again , I'm not over with your Yu family!"

His eyes were violent and his voice was trembling.

Yu Zeyao stared at him coldly.

The two people looked at each other, and in the end, they didn't know who let go first. Wen Yanzhi seemed to be overwhelmed, retired to the sofa, lit a cigarette and smoked fiercely. Fingers holding the cigarette were shaking.

Yu Zeyao walked over and stretched out his hand to smoke the cigarette **** from his finger and wiped it out, "Don't smoke in the hospital."

The voice, compared to just now, has been much softened.

Wen Yanzhi also gradually calmed down, his slumped face buried in his palm in annoyance.

He seemed to be talking to himself, murmured in repentance: "It's my fault, I didn't take good care of him, and it has nothing to do with you."

"I will investigate this matter again." Yu Zeyao stood beside him, looking at him condescendingly. After a moment of silence, he asked in a low voice, "What did the doctor say?"

"..." Wen Yanzhi's Adam's apple rolled, but he couldn't say a few words.

Yu Zeyao already knew in his heart, and there was a gloomy color between his eyebrows. When I spoke again, my voice became much lower, "I will let Jing Yu come over, but I don't want her to know about Jing Rong's tragic injury."

Wen Yanzhi's breathing increased, and his depressed face lifted from his fingers.

He looked up at Yu Zeyao, this arrogant and arrogant man, the emotions in his eyes were so helpless for the first time, and Yu Zeyao's heart was shaken.

"When Jing Rong wakes up, how do I tell him...In the future, he will not only have to use a wheelchair to walk, but even..." Wen Yanzhi said this, sniffed for a long time, and then continued to speak hard, "even He is no longer the hand of God. He never wants to study the art academy he most yearns for with his artistic talents?"

Yu Zeyao's thin lips moved a few times as he listened to his words, but he couldn't even speak.

He has always felt that he is a cold politician, and what he has been instilled in his bones from childhood is the struggle for power. All his patience and softness have been given to only Jing Yu.

Regarding the future of a teenager, he does not need to care about it.

But at this moment, the heart is still unable to be calm and peaceful.

Such an encounter is extremely cruel to a young man who is full of hope in the future. Perhaps, he will never recover from then on.

And for the reputation that placed higher hopes on him and loved him deeply, it was bound to be a devastating blow.

Yu Zeyao left the hospital, always preoccupied. Along the way, there was nothing to say, and the solemnity did not say a word.

When I drove all the way back to the Vice Presidential Palace, it was already bright.

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