contract residual love

Chapter 32

Know how I got back to the apartment, and don't know what I was thinking?There is only the sound of the wind tearing the sky, calling Tetsuya's name, only the departure of that black figure, the heart is like a knife, it is pain, the soul is trembling, it is hatred and unwillingness.

The phone rang quickly. Han Zheming looked at the number of the caller and answered it in his ear. A low voice said, "Help me help you and find a relief. Don't hate me, I love you! My brother!" Han Zheming remained silent for a long time , quietly holding the phone in his hand, and fell hard to the ground.

Inside the church, the man of Blood Wave tightly grasped the mobile phone, with a bitterness that he could not decide, unwilling to experience the flow of blood, unwilling to think of that handsome sunny face, are you panicking now? At a loss, because he clearly knew that it didn't belong to him.

The manor was as clean and tidy as ever, and the white roses set it off like a temple. Ling, who was sitting in a high position, had no seductive smile, only the indifference, looking at the indulged and suspicious dragon in front of him.

Feng looked at the familiar room alone, and there was Tetsuya's well-cared-for cushion on the balcony. He knew what he liked?He always does things silently and never wants to reciprocate, never expresses his dissatisfaction, Feng is actually very clear, he clearly knows that Zhe also knows that he has someone in his heart, but Zhe also doesn't care about anything, and cuddles up to him in a cute, gentle and considerate way Hug, but now the embrace is cold, that he will not return to his embrace.

Long pushed away from the room and looked at the silent wind. It was the first time he saw such a quiet wind, such a cool wind, and such a wind made him feel distressed and helpless.

Five days later.

Feng seldom sleeps, and he can't sleep. He utters a sentence with a feeling in his heart, "Only when you lose can you truly cherish, but isn't it all over?"

Today is Tetsuya's funeral, Ling and Long watched Feng step by step into the mourning hall.Feng was wearing a thin shirt, his lips were purple with cold, but the white roses and platycodon flowers in his arms were so holy, Feng walked into the mourning hall and looked at Tetsuya, who was lying in the white roses, with a young appearance and a cold heart. Feng stretched out his hand and touched Zhe Ye, who had already died. At this moment, he knew that he could not forget this man, and he would never forget him for the rest of his life.

Did Feng make a move that surprised everyone? He kissed the already cold dead body, and whispered "I love you, we will meet sooner in the next life!" Where did my heart fall.

In the introduction to Heizi's funeral, Han Zheming walked in with a bouquet of purple roses, put down the bouquet without saying a word, did not salute or even looked directly at Heizi, and left the mourning hall with his own determination.

At this moment, Feng, with a sadness that he never concealed, leaned on Long tightly. Long felt sorry for him and felt sorry for him, but he was even more at a loss in his heart. There was a lot of discussion, but there was only silence in the arrangement, and the silence was terrifying.

"Ling, let me accompany Feng!"

"Long, forget it, I'll tell Feng!" Ling didn't want to hide it, and he also realized that this matter was not that simple, but he couldn't figure out what Uncle He was thinking.

Feng was unclear, so he looked up, Ling, and turned to look at Long, Long could only smile wryly.

"Do you have something to hide?"

Long nodded, "Killer, Ling has already killed him!"

Feng couldn't believe it and opened his eyes wide, looking at Ling who still had a charming smile.

"Do you still remember Uncle He? He arranged for me to kill the assassin!" Ling looked at the expression in Feng's eyes with satisfaction, and raised his mouth, "We are still his killers! I can't believe it! It's unbelievable!"

Feng looked at Long, his eyes were full of asking "Really?"

"Yes, we are his killers!" Long didn't hide anymore, Feng grabbed Long fiercely, but his eyes were full of distress.Long smiled calmly, "Killer, it's the man in black!"

"The man in black!" Ling opened Feng's arm, held the dragon tightly in his arms, and looked at Feng, "Don't get angry, innocent people, the dragon doesn't know anything!"

Feng looked at the scene in front of him, stood up unsteadily and said, "The man in black, Heizi!"

Long watched Feng rush out and wanted to get up, but Ling grabbed Long's wrist fiercely. Long couldn't resist him, but looked at him with a sneer and warned, "Don't let me go, you will regret it!"

"Long, calm down!" Ling's angry voice made Long reveal his disbelief, "You said this matter has nothing to do with you, it really has nothing to do with you!"

"I only take over orders, don't you still know me?" Ling is angry at this moment, and Long still doesn't trust him at this moment, maybe he doesn't even love him.

Ling kissed Shanglong without any scruples, showing his domineering possession so clearly.Long was desperate and silent at this moment, his body instinctively accepted such an attack.

Feng looked at the person in front of him in disbelief, Han Zheming smiled with flowers in his hand, he was still so gentle and sunny, he started the accelerator and charged hard, but stopped when he was close to Han Zheming, the lover just looked at each other like this He spoke, unable to tell what was intertwined in his sight.

Feng opened the car door, went up and slapped Han Zheming hard on the face, looked at Han Zheming with a painful face, and chuckled disdainfully.Han Zheming turned his head and looked at Feng's smile like this. It was the smile he was looking forward to seeing so much, but at this moment it was so painful and dazzling.

【Yesterday, I was so anxious about Yaoji Xi! Fortunately, I finished up the two days of novels today! 】

Chapter 7放逐爱狠[本章字数：2249最新更新时间：2014-03-0108:48:44.0]

Looking at Han Zheming like this, Feng thought of Zhe Ye's face with the same smile and suppressed pain. Feng didn't know when his hands were tightly around his waist. Han Zheming approached Feng step by step with flowers in his arms, and Feng retreated step by step.

Han Zheming stretched out his hand and handed out the rose in his hand, but faced the wind and pointed the cold muzzle at himself, Han Zheming smiled, "I love you! Feng, are you going to kill me?"

"Get lost, don't act like nothing happened in front of my eyes!" Feng's head went blank, expressing his feelings of love and resentment.

"You love him, I didn't kill him! The person you love is me, just like I love you!" The flower in my hand fell to the ground, unable to roll up a trace of dust, the pain in my heart is to tear the soul.

"what!"

Han Zheming pulled the wind and boarded his car.Feng once raised the gun in his hand and pointed it at Han Zheming.

Han Zheming smiled, "I want to know, if you want to kill me, go to a place with me!"

Feng smiled wryly, he had never been so clear in his heart that he could not kill the man in front of him, Feng's tears ran across his cheeks, in exchange for Han Zheming's gentle kiss, the car shook, Han Zheming stopped the car.This time kissing the one who can only appear in dreams for more than three years

temperature.

The purple decoration is just like the love nest of the two in Japan. Feng stood at the door and looked at it. This place seemed to be the happiest place in his memory.

"Feng!" Han Zheming poured the red wine, looked at Feng's blank face, and handed over the wine glass.

The two sat at the table, the red wine glasses in their hands were swaying, and Feng could clearly see the ring that once belonged to him.Feng put down the red wine glass in his hand, smiled and said, "Let's talk!"

"Let's eat first, and then I'll tell you everything I know!"

The two dined silently, even though the ring reappeared in the wine glass, the two never saw that touch again, surprise and happiness, the happiness they once had was more like an unreal dream.

Han Zheming looked at Feng who was not eating, picked up the napkin and held it tightly in his hand, Feng looked at Han Zheming steadily, there was too much to say between them, and it was difficult to blame each other at this moment. Open your mouth.

Feng watched Han Zheming get up and walk towards him step by step. With his slender and white fingertips, he took out the ring in the cup, and raised his finger to kiss.

"Slap!" Feng coldly slapped Han Zheming, and grinned cruelly.

Han Zheming didn't expect that Feng would slap him at this time, the sting on his cheek was nothing, the key to this slap was for the man to slap him.

Han Zheming looked up at the wind, with a red mark rising and falling on his handsome cheek, but said in despair: "I didn't arrange to kill him!"

"I know!" Feng replied calmly, almost suffocating the air in the room.

Han Zheming didn't care much, he scrambled and tugged at Feng's trousers, crying, "I didn't know it would be true!"

"Is that all you want to say?" Feng asked coldly, looking at the man in front of him, he felt strange but real.

Han Zheming looked at Feng who got up, just cast a contemptuous glance at Feng who turned around without hesitation, stood up and hugged Feng tightly.

There was a faint sobbing sound from the neck, and Feng was in a daze, leaning in his arms helplessly, wishing that time would stop, so that they could cuddle up so tightly that they could even beat their hearts together.

Feng, however, already understood during the meal time that the reality is impossible, no matter whether Heizi followed orders or not, Zhe is also dead!Heizi was killed by Ling, and there was no chance between them.

"Let go!" Feng said uncontrollably, trying to shake off the hand clenched around his waist, but for some reason he didn't shake it at all.

Han Zheming's eyes were in a trance, but he was reluctant to let go. He knew that once he let go, they would not hug each other so closely again, so he couldn't help but begged, "Don't leave me, please wind up!"

There are thousands of words in the heart, but at this time the two of them no longer speak, but they both understand in their hearts, the feelings that cannot continue, the fire of love that cannot be accepted, burn the hearts of the two that should have died.

Han Zheming let go of his hand in exchange for the wind to turn around.Feng's shallow kiss was exchanged for Han Zheming's overwhelming kisses.

The two are like biting beasts, seeming to devour each other.However, distorted face, cold and crazy