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Yan Ran returned to the villa and smoked several cigarettes before calming down, her fingertips were shaking.

Taking out his mobile phone, Yan Ran finally made a call that he hadn't communicated with in a month.

The phone rang for a long time before it was connected.

The man's voice was cold and gentle.

"Brother Yan."

Yan Ran covered her eyes to cover the light, her voice was hoarse and slow, "Well... when will you be back?"

"I'm not coming back today."

Yan Ran was very firm, "You must come back, I have something to tell you."

The man was still gentle, "Brother Yan, I really can't come back today."

Putting down her hands, Yan Ran closed her eyes, her long and thick eyelashes cast a dark shadow under her pale eyes, "...how long are you going to hide from me?"

"I don't, Brother Yan, don't think too much, I'm really busy."

Yan Ran thought to himself, "Then I'll go find you?"

Perhaps because he didn't want the outside world to know the relationship between the two of them, Fu Ji was silent for a while, and did not refuse, "Then two days..."

"Now." Yan Ran could not doubt it, "Immediately, come back."

Mandatory, without leaving any room for it.

Perhaps it stimulated the man, and the man's breathing gradually became unstable.

The two confronted each other for a long time.

It ends with the man hanging up the phone and.

Yan Ran put down the phone and crossed his hands against his chin.

Almost an hour later, footsteps came from the door of the study, and within a few minutes, the door of the study was pushed open.

A handsome man in a suit and leather shoes walked in.

Yan Ran was sitting on the sofa with her legs folded together, her cold white face was sharp because she was too beautiful, and the red mole on the tip of her nose was breathtaking.

She didn't even lift her eyes, but said a word from her pale lips, "Sit."

Fu Ji sat down, neither far nor near.

He looked at Yan Ran with the same expression on his face, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, decent but false.

"Brother Yan, have you eaten so late? Do you want me to show you something?"

The man's tone was extremely natural, as if the two of them had never had a cold war.

Yan Ran suddenly realized that the person in front of him was so strange, that face, which was clearly smiling, concealed malice and hypocrisy that was about to overflow, and could barely maintain this piece of human skin, like a man-eating beast .

"Don't you have anything to say to me?" Yan Ran asked.

Fu Ji pretended to think for a few moments, and then showed a helpless smile, "Brother Yan, just speak up if you have something to say, I'm really busy, and I don't have time to make trouble with you."

"Is it me? Or is it you?" Yan Ran was calm, his cold white face was almost transparent, his eyelashes were black, and he asked seriously, "Xiao Ji, do you know what you are doing?"

The stiff smile on Fu Ji's face could no longer be maintained, and the indifference between his brows and eyes was piercing.

He really is not suitable for acting at all.

No patience.

Putting her fingers on her thigh, Yan Ran said, "You can't go wrong anymore."

Fu Ji showed mockery on his indifferent face, "You don't know anything, why do you think I'm wrong?"

There has never been absolute right and wrong, grievances are too complicated, and people are too complicated.

Yan Ran looked into his eyes and asked, "What do you want?"

How far will it go?

Fu Ji didn't speak, those deep black eyes seemed like an abyss of despair.

Yan Ran sighed, seemed helpless, and moved his body, but Fu Ji thought she wanted to leave, so he grabbed her arm with one hand.

The man's breath was cold, suppressing restless violence.

Fu Ji almost used brute force to pull her over, and dragged her to his side, the strength was so great that it hurt Yan Ran's bones: "Do you think I did something wrong?"

Yan Ran's light-colored pupils seemed to be surging with emotion, she frowned, powerlessly, "I just don't want you to torture yourself like this."

Fu Ji seemed to hear a big joke: "How come? Brother Yan, I am very happy now."

Are you really happy?
Anyway, Yan Ran didn't notice it, Yan Ran's arm was in pain from being pulled, and wanted to break free, "But you shouldn't treat Fu Yi that way."

Fu Ji's eyes were fixed, and when he looked at Yan Ran again, his eyes were full of danger, even extremely violent.

"After all, you're still doing it for Fu Yi, right?"

Yan Ran was very calm, "I am for you."

Fu Ji's voice was cold and sarcastic: "For me? If you are really for me, then don't worry about anything."

"I don't care about you, who will care about you."

Yan Ran looked up at him, the corners of his eyes turned red.

Fu Ji's finger bones made a crisp click, which was like a prelude to violence. He almost sneered: "You can't control me, and you don't control me, Brother Yan, didn't you say you like me? Shouldn't you support me? Why are you accusing me like those people?"

"Do you think I'm a lunatic or a psycho, like them?"

Yan Ran's pupils dilated slightly, she opened her mouth, and before she could make a sound, Fu Ji suddenly strangled her fragile neck.

Forced to raise his face, his slender and graceful neck was weak and vulnerable like a swan.

Yan Ran didn't struggle, the corners of his eyes were red and rotten, and his eyes were suffocated and watery.

Fu Ji had never been so out of control and furious when Yan Ran was sober. His expression was violent and distorted, as if he wanted to kill Yan Ran.

He also laughed, nervously.

"They're right, I'm just crazy." The man panted heavily, his breath burning hot.

He has been crazy for a long time. After spending so many years in a mental hospital, he was driven crazy even if he wasn't crazy.

In that fire, Fu Ji died long ago.

Now, it's just a fierce ghost in human skin, swinging its claws to devour people madly, and opening a pair of sharp teeth dripping with blood, trying to tear Yan Ran to pieces.

Fu Ji pressed his forehead against Yan Ran's forehead, felt the warm body temperature, felt Yan Ran's trembling, his light-colored pupils were filled with water vapor, his pale face was flushed because of suffocation, his nerves beat heavily and slapped his temples , he suddenly felt an unprecedented strong stimulation.

The heat was unbearable, and the blood boiled like soup.

He smelled that Yan Ran's body was light and faint, like a flower bud that hadn't fully bloomed, shyly leaking out strands of fragrance.

Her life is in his hands.

Trembling faintly, like a prey locked in his dormant darkness.

"Do you still like me like this?"

His voice was soft, almost breathy, like the whisper of a demon.

Yan Ran clenched her light-colored lips tightly, bleeding out from her bite, as if she had applied bright lipstick.

Fu Ji leaned over to suck the blood on Yan Ran's lips, but Yan Ran suddenly turned his face away.

Fu Ji's lips pressed against her white and soft cheeks, and the warmth made his scalp numb.

Fu Ji let go of his hand and turned into a gentle hug.

The complete opposite of his movements was his expression, bloodshot eyes covered his eyeballs, and a distorted crack opened on that sculptural face.

"Brother Yan, you fell in love with a psychopath."

Fu Ji was reborn for revenge. His previous life was really miserable...