Quickly wear redemption, I am a professional!

He chewed it up like candy, a thick bitterness spreading on the tip of his tongue.

Breathing is like a leaky box, whistling.

The pain in his head spread to his nerves, but within just a few minutes, Jian Heng was already sweating profusely, and there was blood oozing from his eyes.

Holding his head in his hands, he suddenly glanced at a photo accidentally exposed among the messy documents on the ground.

His red eyes froze, and the man picked up the photo again as if he was poisoned, caressing the clean and beautiful face in the photo.

His eyes were filled with restrained yet igniting desires, violence and tenderness alternating in his body, contradictory and fragmented, strange and terrifying.

Why did he have such a terrifying thought and want to lock that person in his room so that she could never escape from his sight?

Jian Heng closed his eyes, his restless emotions boiling over. Perhaps when he opened his eyes and looked at the person in the photo, the dull pain slowly subsided.

Yan Ran, Ran Ran...

Jian Heng recited these words over and over again in his mind, slowly becoming weird.

【Ding!The villain's blackening degree has reached 75%! Please continue to work hard, host. 】

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Fan Yuan, Yan Kong, and Jian Boling.

Fan Yuan was single-handedly promoted by Jian Boling, and together they lived and died together, turning the company from a gangster to the business giant it is today.

And Yan Kong changed from a driver to Jian Boling's confidant.

These two people were Jian Boling's most trusted people. He left his back to them, but they were stabbed mercilessly without any regard for their old feelings, causing the Jian family to be devastated.

Jian Boling was actually angry with death.

No matter how powerful a person is, he always appears so fragile in the face of death.

Fan Yuan tore through the mask of being aloof from the world in the past. He looked at Jian Boling as if he were looking at the enemy he hated most in his life.

Jian Heng, who was only 20 years old at the time, stood at the door and witnessed everything. At that moment, he rushed in like a madman who had lost his heart, grabbed Fan Yuan by his collar, and hit him with his fist.

Doctors and security guards soon rushed in. Several people suppressed him, pressed his face to the floor, and injected him with two injections of anesthetic.

In his memory, Fan Yuan has always been a very gentle uncle. He would encourage Jian Heng to do whatever he wanted to do boldly, to do whatever he wanted and not to be affected by external things.

Yan Kong made a fake account book, leaving Jian Heng in jail.

The two people cooperated inside and outside, and they did it perfectly, but all this was just because of greed.

Because of greed, Jian Heng's family was ruined.

In just half a month, everyone around me seemed to have a different look, becoming strange and distorted.

In just half a month, he went from a proud man to a worthless prisoner in a labor camp.

The life in prison made him think only of violence and blood, like an irrational beast.

Otherwise, he would really think he would go crazy.

No one knows how he got here in the past seven years, and no one knows that the seeds of hatred have grown into towering trees and must feed on the blood of his enemies.

Lu Jinan also knew and understood that Jian Boling's death was also a big blow to him.

But he is not as extreme as Jian Heng.

What's more, now that he has someone to love, it's even less possible for him to face these things with the mentality of a desperado.

What Lu Jinan didn't expect was that just because of one thing, the relationship between the two people would have cracks like a spider web.

Lu Jinan didn't know that Yan Ran could still draw.

He learned about it from Aunt Li.Only then did I find out that the other person also had a hobby of painting.

In order to please Yan Ran, he specially built a studio and put a lot of thought into it, just to surprise Yan Ran.

He arranged everything that day by himself and kept it secretive, not wanting Yan Ran to find out. Of course, Yan Ran didn't bother to talk to him at all.

Lu Jin'an returned to the bedroom. When Yan Ran was not around, he rummaged around and finally found the painting Yan Ran had hidden in the box.

He actually doesn't have much artistic talent, but he just thinks it looks good, more beautiful than any famous painting he has ever seen.

Looking carefully at each one, almost all of them depict scenery. The colors are all warm, warm and atmospheric.

Among so many paintings, there is a portrait.

It's very simple, just outlined with a few horizontal lines.

But Lu Jinan could tell who it was at a glance.

The fingertips holding the drawing paper tightened silently, causing wrinkles. His face was expressionless, and his eyebrows were half hidden in the darkness, looking terrifyingly gloomy.

He maintained this posture for a long time.

Until Yan Ran came in.

When she saw that the paintings she had hidden were taken out without her consent, she reacted very much. She walked over and snatched them away.

Lu Jinan also held on tightly, and the drawing paper was torn under the load.

Yan Ran looked at the man with obvious anger and disgust in his eyes.

Lu Jinan stood quietly at the boundary between light and dark, looked at her calmly, and said for a long time, "Why are you so angry? Can't I see? Or is there something shameful?"

Yan Ran's lips turned white and she turned her head, unwilling to look at him.

"..." Lu Jin'an took a deep breath. When he opened his mouth, his voice changed slightly due to his extreme rage. His breathing was slightly rapid and he said, "Why do you want to draw him?"

Yan Ran lowered his head and glanced at his painting. His eyelashes were drooped, leaving a crescent-like shadow under his pale eyelids.

silence--

A long silence——

Lu Jinan's eyes suddenly became horrifying, and he stared down at her white face, with darkness swirling in his heart.

He curled his lower lip coldly.

"What happened during the past few days when I was away?"

It was like mumbling to himself, and the trembling ending was enough to reveal his extremely suppressed anger.

Lu Jinan nervously sharpened the tips of his teeth. His dark pupils were full of twisted jealousy, wrapping around his heart like a vine.

Why draw someone else.

When he thought of this, Lu Jinan went crazy with jealousy.

Why not draw him?
If Yan Ran was just a flower painting these scenery, or anyone else, then he would feel a little comforted. But when someone has unique rights, Lu Jinan can't stand this unfair treatment.

A haze flashed across his eyes, and the gentle smile that always hung in front of Yan Ran disappeared.

The young man's big hand pinched the back of her neck, and the hot temperature made Yan Ran tremble even though it penetrated the fabric.

Yan Ran's eyelashes fluttered fiercely, as if she could feel the man's sticky breath hitting her neck like a poisonous snake when he came closer.

(End of this chapter)