Chapter 141 If you don't eat, I'll have someone eat with you.
Nar stood there panting, having endured more than an hour. Although he didn't look as miserable as Shava, he didn't look well either.
The man quickly removed his boxing gloves, threw them on the ground, and then walked away without hesitation.
"Brother Yun." Anu stood there watching the whole time, and seeing him like this, she was a little worried.
But the man did not respond and continued walking forward without hesitation.
After nearly three hours on stage, drenched in sweat, the man's anger hadn't subsided much; in fact, it had grown even more irritable.
The more he tried to stop thinking about the woman he was at odds with, the more her face haunted his mind, like an inescapable ghost that kept following him.
Tch, what a heartless woman. She would never treat herself like this.
Even if he couldn't see himself for eight hundred years, he probably wouldn't remember him at all.
And I'm fucking addicted to her, like I'm poisoned.
He was clearly very angry with her, but he still couldn't do anything about it.
The man still had a gloomy face, and went straight into his room after going upstairs.
Momo was still lying in bed. She had just fallen asleep, but her sleep was light. She woke up the moment she heard the man open the door.
However, she still didn't move.
The man glanced at her. She was huddled under the thin blanket, barely protruding from the blanket. She was so small, yet when she resisted, it was more difficult for him than encountering a jackal or tiger.
That's fucking ridiculous.
When did Fu Yungui become such a grotesque figure?
He was tortured into this grotesque state by a woman who could crush him with one hand.
If this gets out in Pattaya, people will laugh at us to death.
The man paused there for a few seconds, then grabbed his clothes, went to the bathroom, and quickly took a shower.
Back in the room, Fu Yungui didn't even look at the person on the bed. He walked around the head of the bed, took a few bottles of wine from the refrigerator next to it, and left without hesitation.
In the dark study, the man lay on the sofa without even turning on the light, holding a wine bottle and staring outside. A bright, narrow crescent moon hung on the treetops, like a shy little girl.
The surveillance cameras inside were still flashing, and the images on them showed the girl running away again.
They looked timid and cowering, clearly terrified, but once they crossed the iron fence, they ran so decisively, without the slightest hesitation.
Are you really that unwilling?
The man lay there listlessly, took a swig of his drink, and although his mind was already quite unclear, a single image kept replaying in his mind.
After getting out of bed, the woman picked up the gun without hesitation and pointed it at herself.
He stared straight at himself without hesitation.
Fu Yungui scoffed at this thought. He felt that if the woman hadn't been naturally timid, she really might have shot him.
There was absolutely no hesitation or reluctance.
The more the man thought about it, the more agitated he became. He threw down the bottle, lit a cigarette, put it in his mouth, and then lay down on the sofa and closed his eyes.
The man's handsome features were filled with gloom and irritability, and even a little bit of discomfort.
I just don't know if that faint discomfort was from drinking too much alcohol or from choking on cigarette smoke.
It's incomprehensible.
Even after it was fully light and a few rays of sunlight peeked through the gaps in the curtains, Momo didn't sense the man coming in again.
Throughout the entire night, she struggled between waking up and falling asleep, afraid that he would come back, because she had no energy and didn't want to argue with him anymore.
She turned over and looked around; the room was empty. Just as she had guessed, the man had taken the wine out last night and hadn't come back.
Momo didn't think much of it and remained lying there.
Another night passed, and she felt even weaker. Perhaps it wouldn't be long before she could get rid of it completely.
Thinking of this, a smile involuntarily appeared on the girl's lips. She felt a sense of simplicity and beauty as she looked at the sunlight outside, and then quietly waited for her eyes to close completely.
Before this fantasy and anticipation could materialize, the man walked in.
After a night, the man returned to his usual self, as if the hours of boxing yesterday afternoon and the drinking last night had had no effect on him whatsoever.
Fu Yungui pushed open the door and sat down on the sofa.
He glanced up at the person on the bed. The person had just had their eyes open, but immediately closed them tightly after seeing him.
He curled the corners of his mouth, a hint of contempt and disdain in his expression.
"Huang Momo, stop pretending."
The person on the bed heard his voice, paused for a moment, and then opened their eyes.
She glanced at the man in front of her, then closed her eyes again.
Fu Yungui stared at her pale face, softened his tone slightly, and asked her one last time, "Aunt Sang will bring you food soon, do you want to eat?"
Momo shook her head decisively.
"Seriously?" the man repeated, but his tone was no longer as friendly as before.
Momo turned over so her back was to him.
Fu Yungui suddenly stood up, walked over and lifted the person up, then stood by the bed looking down at her.
The man's voice was extremely cold.
"Okay, Huang Momo, if you don't eat for a day, then let Aunt Sang stay with you for a day."
"I'd rather you starve to death first, or she dies before you."
"And those two accomplices outside, didn't you want them to come in? I've had them arrested for you today too."
"It's hanging on the outside railing."
"They can only come down when you eat."
"The sun is so strong outside. You should think about how many days they can last."
Momo felt a slight stirring in her heart upon hearing this, but her face remained completely expressionless.
She remained silent, kneeling on the bed and forced to look up at the man.
Seeing that she was staring at him without any reaction, the man was filled with hidden anger, so he picked her up by the waist and carried her outside.
Under the eaves on the second floor, the girl was left lying on the railing. She was completely powerless and stood there trembling. She had to reach out and grab onto the railing for support to keep herself from slipping down.
The man stared at her, who looked as thin as a sheet of paper, and couldn't help but chuckle.
"You just stay here and watch, and see which of them dies first."
"Don't worry, I won't let you die before they die. See that row of doctors down there? They're all there for you. If you faint, they'll resuscitate you."
As Momo listened, a flicker of emotion finally appeared on her expressionless face.
She looked up and saw the two children dangling in mid-air, struggling incessantly above them, while below, Sang's mother was also tied to the railing, her face contorted in agony.
The sun is shining warmly on people right now, and it will only get hotter.
They certainly won't last long.
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