contract residual love

Chapter 40

The soreness of the curtain, the pain between the mouth and nose, the tears never dripped down, his heart was so painful, he thought he was numb and thought he would not care, so he left so resolutely, but now it is heartbroken.

Feng Tianzhen's gentle smile was so clean, but what followed was that he was wearing the same smile, leaning into someone else's embrace, and Han Zheming's wine glass fell to the ground, and his heart broke crisply, which matched the sound of the wine glass.

No.17章践踏命运[本章字数：2099最新更新时间：2014-03-1111:49:09.0]

Three months later.

Feng played the piano on the stage, and his gentle and delicate face made many guests salivate.

Sanben Shenglin's eyes were furious. The scene he saw when he went home was a scene he couldn't ignore. The wind hugged Yang and Ye's dredging colors, making him want to kill them, but he chose to remain silent. ignore that scene.

After finishing the performance, Feng came to Sanben Shenglin and sat down, "What's the matter!" Feng reached out to pour a glass of wine, and looked at Sanben Shenglin's indifferent eyes in front of him.

"Eat something together!"

Sanben Shenglin got up and held Feng's arm. Feng didn't know what happened to Sanben Shenglin, but he didn't want to say it now, so he nodded and got up and left together.

The car was very quiet, there was no music or words, the two of them remained stiff, Sanben Shenglin drove the car absent-mindedly, and stopped in an empty park.

Sanben Shenglin asked with exhaustion and collapse, "You, when did you and Yang and Ye get together!"

Feng put down the car seat, lying on his side, without words, Sanben Shenglin punched the steering wheel, "When did you treat me like an idiot, talk! Feng!"

"No, I thought you were a fool!" Feng looked at Sanben Shenglin with a slight smile.

Sanben Shenglin's complexion became distorted, and he violently pulled the wind to overwhelm the wind violently. Looking at the still pure and transparent brown eyes, a wry smile could not help but spread, "Feng! Do you love me or not!"

"Love!"

Sanben Shenglin let go of his hand, suddenly hugged Feng tightly into his arms, and whispered, "Why? Trample my love! Why? Can't love me properly!"

"Trample?" Feng's small voice made Sanben Shenglin stiff, let go of Feng and looked at Feng with a smile on his face, Sanben Shenglin felt that Feng was about to disappear.

"Heh...!" Feng smiled, but tears were hanging on his face, with unspeakable sadness, but he said, "You hate me! There are others who hate me!"

Sanben Shenglin angrily turned his head and opened the car door, and Feng quietly looked at Sanben Shenglin standing outside the car, got out of the car, and hugged Sanben Shenglin from behind, "Are you going to abandon me? in this way!"

Feng slowly let go of his hand and turned to leave, but Sanben Shenglin refused to turn around for a long time.

Sanben Shenglin felt Feng's departure quietly, his slanted and cold eyes became moist, he was afraid that he would turn around and kill Feng immediately, he was afraid that he would hurt him, but the pain in his chest was so obvious.

The fragrance in his hand was annihilated in his fingers one by one, Sanben Shenglin stood motionless, what was he looking forward to?He himself didn't know that he didn't dare to chase after his love, Feng's love was cold and ruthless, when his love had a hot flame, but it couldn't warm Feng's heart.

Feng came to the airport and looked at Yang and Ye who had been waiting in the waiting room early, and smiled a little, and the three of them left together.

In the empty room, Sanben Shenglin looked at it, and rushed to the windy room with no one.Sanben Shenglin searched in a panic, Feng really disappeared again, and Yang and Ye betrayed themselves.

"Feng, you hurt me again!" Sanben Shenglin roared with cold and poisonous eyes like poisonous snakes, "It's so easy to turn love into hate."

Feng looked out of the window, with a slight smile on his cheeks, and said coldly in his heart, "Sanben Shenglin, I am waiting for you in the United States, come quickly, or we will miss it!"

Ye quietly observed, Yang obediently leaned on Feng, he didn't know if their rebellion was right or not, but as long as Brother Feng was happy.

They don't know that all of this is a ruthless trick of evil's scheme, trampling is more than love, it is the corruption of the soul, and it is a gamble on all life.

Long looked at the person in front of him unexpectedly, and Ling Han said with a smile, "Welcome back to Feng!"

Feng Hanxiao "Ling I'm back, brother!"

Long glanced at Ling, walked towards Feng and held Feng's hand, trembling in disbelief, "Feng, why are you back!"

"I know everything! Brother, let's go in and discuss it in detail!" Feng let go of Long's hand, and looked at the two people behind him, "Yang and Ye, Ling, my former master, this is my brother Long!"

Yang and Ye walked forward and saluted, "It's the first time we meet, excuse me!"

Ling raised his eyebrows, and smiled in a blink of an eye, "The wind often mentions you, it's really cute!"

The dragon can't keep up with the rhythm a bit, what is the meaning of what is in front of him?

"Long, you take Yang and Ye upstairs to make arrangements, and I have something to discuss with Feng in detail!"

Long and Yangye looked at Feng, nodded silently when they saw Feng, and the three of them left first.

Feng couldn't see his brother's shadow, so he turned to look at Ling, "I'm back!"

"It's just that I didn't expect that you would come back at this very moment!" Ling said and walked forward, followed closely by Feng.

The two sat down facing each other, Ling poured a cup of tea, it was rare that it wasn't wine, Feng took a sip with a smile and put down the cup, looking at Ling, "Don't you have anything to say?"

Ling asked concisely, "The reason for coming back!"

Feng picked up the teacup, "The reason is true freedom!"

Ling curled his lips into a smile, and his complexion sank, "Feng, I am really happy that you came back this time, but this time is very dangerous!"

"Cheers to freedom!" Feng raised his teacup nonchalantly, and looked at Ling who couldn't look directly at him a long time ago with a smile. Now they have all changed.

Ling didn't mess around with Feng, but just took a sip of tea from the teacup, "Feng, are you sure Sanben Shenglin will come to America!"

Feng nodded and said nothing, time passed and Feng asked again, "About America, how many of the people on the road are Uncle He's people!"

"I have a few confidantes in my hands! They are my people!" Ling began to think seriously.

Feng couldn't help but put down his teacup, "Trust me! Let's be the king of the American underground together!"

Ling Yan looked at Feng with sarcasm, looked at Feng's unshakable eyes and spit out a name "Han Zheming!"

Feng's eyes dodged a little, but it was fleeting, but the hand holding the teacup trembled slightly, "What's wrong with him!"

"Enemy, an enemy that must be killed!"

Feng couldn't help but feel uncomfortable when he heard this sentence, he couldn't forget him after all, he thought he was a passer-by in his life, what is the tingling anxiety that clings to his heart now?

Ling's eyes lowered, "Reluctance! Then you may lose me and the dragon!"

"Yeah! I will kill him myself! But not now!" Feng said seriously that he didn't believe it, and interrupted and asked, "Housekeeper, are you okay now?"

Ling looked at the wind unexpectedly, "He is very good!"

"Is there anything to hide?" Feng looked at Ling, but Ling smiled, "Is he from Uncle He?"

Feng couldn't believe it, and asked in a blink of an eye: "He is now...!"

"Alive, our people!" Ling was sure, Feng didn't know about the housekeeper, Uncle Lin, and Feng's eyes wouldn't deceive everyone.

The two of them were silent, the room became quiet, they didn't know when they changed the tea for wine, Long stood on the stairs and looked at the scene in front of him, he was very happy in his heart, the wind had really grown up, and he didn't need his protection anymore , he felt inexplicably happy, whether he could be truly free this time!

Yang and Ye were drinking the tea brought by Long in the room and eating refreshments. Long looked at them quietly. They looked very similar to themselves and Feng a few years ago. The only difference was that the relationship between them was purer than theirs.

Chapter 18灰色命运犹如原点[本章字数：2361最新更新时间：2014-03-1212:55:50.0]

While Long was preparing the meals, Yang and Ye were helping in the kitchen, did the two brothers laugh.

Ling casually drank wine, looked at the silent wind, and asked, "Their fate is very similar to yours!"

Feng raised his head, "It's very similar, yes! It's very similar!" Feng suddenly showed a helpless smile, "But their fate is different, their fate is already doomed!" Feng's eyes became cold.

Ling Xin knew it well, fiddled with the red wine glass, and looked at the blood-colored figure through the glass. It was the current wind, and he was no longer the weak and helpless child who hid behind the dragon and observed the world curiously. His body was just like his own. stained with blood.

The five people on the dinner table were holding their dinner together, their faces were unanimously calm and silent, they did not wait for each other after eating their own dinners, and they each dispersed to prepare for the next step.

Ling adjusted and switched the guns and ammunition in his hands, his technique was fast and fluent, like a dragon, only Feng slowly checked the preparations.

Yang and Ye looked at the scene in front of them anxiously, but couldn't say a word. Brother Feng had already said yesterday that he would take good care of the house and wait for him to come back. The brothers were already used to waiting for Feng's return.

The underground gangs in the United States are getting more and more chaotic, and Han Zheming is under great pressure. He finds out that everything is related to the people around Feng, but he is filled with grief and hatred. The blurry photo in his hand is the shadow of Feng. Admit your mistake, but the guns in the hands of the shadow above are so dazzling, they are destined to be enemies, not lovers!

Uncle He leaned on the chair with no expression on his face. He loved his child Ling deeply. He didn't want to ruin Ling so he didn't recognize each other. He didn't regret too many things, but this time he himself said Not sure if I will regret it.

Uncle He raised his hand to inject the cold poison, with a smile on his cheek, like a poison poppy.

Sanben Shenglin is located in the underground gang in the United States, and his subordinates gather in front of him. Sanben Shenglin is waiting for the battle between Ling and Han Zheming.