Farmers have children to raise

Chapter 567 The Extraordinary Violent Means (2)
With a click, the darkness in the room was dispelled by the light.

Under the bright light, Liang Boyuan stared at the sofa in the living room in a daze.

"You, how did you come in?" He stopped at the entrance.

Rong Zheng, who was on the sofa with Erlang's legs crossed, glanced at him, and wrote lightly, "Didn't you want to talk to me?"

"I asked how you got in?" Liang Boyuan turned to look at the door lock.

The door lock is naturally fine, he just opened the door with the key in his hand.

Then he looked at the window again, a gust of night wind came in, blowing away the hair on his forehead, his vision became clearer, and he could clearly see the French windows of the opposite living room were wide open.

Liang Boyuan was stunned again, and moved to Rong Zheng with an extremely incredible expression. His place is more than twenty stories high, and the difficulty of climbing in from the window can be compared to Superman.

He didn't know how the man in front of him got into his house, but it was impossible for him to believe that he broke in through a window. It is almost impossible for ordinary humans to do this.

On the one hand he refused to believe, on the other hand he was terrified.

But when he thought of this person's defiant attitude, the fear that had grown up was suppressed and replaced by endless anger.

It was the man in front of him who snatched away the woman that should belong to him, and the happiness that should have belonged to him. It's fine for him not to be a man with his tail between his legs, but he dared to break into his house and put on a look of self-importance. Don't wait! The king who wants to offend looks like he is in the world.

Liang Boyuan was about to sneer, how can a painter be so arrogant, just because he has a good skin and knows how to punch?
He tore off his tie, threw it aside, and sat down on the sofa opposite the man.

That person just glanced at him with his eyelids. To be honest, this person is several years younger than himself, but he has never seen through him. Just looking at his appearance, he would never have guessed that he would be a painter. His temperament is no less than that of any rich and noble son.

It's not that he didn't doubt his background, and he was also checked, but nothing was found, as if it appeared out of thin air.

Liang Boyuan said, "When did you meet?"

"You suspected that she hooked up with me before breaking up with you." The man lit a cigarette, and his tone was casual, but the sarcasm in it was about to break through the sky.

Liang Boyuan frowned, "I just asked casually."

"Ask?" Rong Zheng put his legs down from the coffee table, and spit smoke at him, "You shouldn't even ask, you're a man, if you do something wrong, you can't always try to shirk responsibility, and if you make a mistake, it's a mistake." Now, the only thing that needs to be done is to make up for it slowly, not to excuse myself, but, to be honest, I still have to thank you, if it weren't for you not knowing how to cherish, I would have met her."

These words hit the line of fire in Liang Boyuan's heart, his whole body exploded, he sprang up, and shook his fist at Rongzheng.

Rong Zheng didn't even move, just sat there with a cigarette in his left hand, and grabbed Liang Boyuan's fist with his right hand, "You dare to shake your fist at me, you really don't know what to do."

"Let me go." Liang Boyuan's face was distorted in pain, and he kept struggling, but he couldn't even move.

Rong Zheng looked at him in distaste, "I really don't understand, how could she fall in love with someone like you, if she wants to be capable and incompetent, she doesn't talk about it, she's not honest, she's separated and still clings to her, and she even takes someone who has nothing to do with you. Threats, if you are so unreasonable, she will only despise you more and more, because what annoys her most is other people's threats, and the same is true for me..."

"Could you be smarter than me? She left with someone else, and you can just let it go indifferently?" Liang Boyuan was in pain.

"Farting hand." Rong Zheng forced his hand, and Liang Boyuan fell on the coffee table, "I never let it happen."

I stepped on his chest and said viciously, "After knowing that there is someone like you, do you know what I want to do the most? It is to kill you."

"You do not dare."

"There's nothing I don't dare to do. If you make me anxious, you can strangle you to death with just a little movement of your fingers. If you want to live in peace, just get out of the way. Don't think about anything that shouldn't be done. Otherwise, I will kill you." It will make your life worse than death."

"I'm not enough to live and die now?" Liang Boyuan couldn't help sarcasm, and looked at Rong Zheng with a smile, "You kill me quickly, after you kill me, you will spend your whole life in prison if you don't die. Here she is."

"Go ahead and make your daydreams." Furious, Rong Zheng picked up the person on the coffee table and beat him hard.

Liang Boyuan's body, which had no kung fu foundation, was beaten by Rong Zheng's fist a few times, and he was beaten unconscious after a while.

Throwing him on the floor and kicking him again, the anger in Rong Zheng's chest was relieved a bit, "I can't kill you, but I can beat you to death every day, let's see how you can fight with my grandfather." Make trouble."

With a snort, he extinguished the cigarette butt in his left hand, and jumped out of the French window.

"Mr. Liang, Mr. Liang..." Not long after Rong Zheng left, someone came in, "You left your cell phone in the car, and I found it when I was halfway there, so I hurried back... Damn, what's going on? Who did it? Mr. Liang, Mr. Liang, are you okay? My God, dial 110 or 120 first..."

(End of this chapter)