Almost at the moment he saw Ban Shu, the young man's eyes suddenly turned red as if bleeding.
Look down.
When I saw the red marks on Banshu’s wrist.
His eyes grew colder, "Let her go."
Zhou Younong looked down at him and said sarcastically, "Master Meng, please make it clear that you are not qualified to negotiate with me."
"What do you want?" Meng Jingyue looked at him calmly.
All Zhou Younong wants is money and power.
That's how it should be.
But he regretted it.
Zhou Younong's slender jade-like knuckles slowly tapped his sharp and clear jaw, "Tsk, then let's exchange it for Young Master Meng's life."
He lazily "tsk"ed, his cold eyes flashing with naked malice.
"I'm actually very curious about what Young Master Meng looks like when he stands up." He smiled. "Young Master Meng won't let me down, right?"
Zhou Younong slowly put the gun in his hand against Banshu's neck.
He tilted his head and looked at Meng Jingyue with a smile.
Meng Jingyue's expression was panicked for a moment, and he said hoarsely, "Don't touch her!"
"Meng Jingyue!" Pan Shu shook her head desperately with red eyes, "No, no, don't believe him, don't do this..."
Meng Jingyue smiled gently at the girl.
As always, tolerant and full of love. Every day he lost her, he felt so painful that he wanted to die.
Finally met her.
Just like a traveler walking alone in the darkness, a traveler on the verge of despair welcomes the light.
Meng Jingyue couldn't tell what she meant to him.
Is it salvation, or another abyss?
But he loved her.
A tear rolled down her cheek, and Pan Shu choked up and looked at Zhou Younong, "Don't bully him, Third Master... Please, don't humiliate him like this..."
Zhou Younong was burning with jealousy.
He sneered, "Really? Does this count as bullying? Panshu, have I never told you that I'm not a good person?"
Zhou Younong pinched the girl's jaw and forced her to watch, "Look, look at what kind of loser your husband is. Ha...a loser who can't even stand up."
The girl's hot tears hit his palm with a plop.
Zhou Younong paused.
Meng Jingyue's thin and pale hands trembled as he supported the armrests of the wheelchair. He lowered his eyes and did not dare to look at Ban Shu's expression. He was extremely terrified to see any disgust in Pan Shu's eyes.
He really can't bear it.
The thin and gentle man's facial features became much sharper.
Meng Jingyue stood up slowly, and his powerless legs suddenly broke like broken bones, and he fell to his knees in a panic with a heavy thud!
Blood flowed down his legs, staining his blue robe.
He gritted his teeth and swallowed blood, but his legs did not move at all.
Stand up and fall down again.
Fall down and stand up again.
Amidst the flying dust, a strong smell of blood wafted into the air.
The thin young man was already covered in blood.
It's like crawling out of hell.
"Meng Jingyue... No, no, I'm not worthy of you doing this at all..." The girl's eyes were moist and hot, and she opened her eyes wide in despair, "Why do you treat him like this..."
As if hearing the girl's voice, Meng Jingyue forced a smile.
"Shushu...I'm fine..."
Pan Shu suddenly struggled hard. The rope, as rough and thick as a finger, almost cut into her flesh. "Zhou Younong, you can't do this to him. Kill me, just kill me..."
Zhou Younong's eyes, which had been watching the show with great interest, suddenly turned cold.
He stopped Banshu from struggling.
He raised his hands to cover her tearful eyes.
The tears burned his heart and made it hurt like a spasm.
"That's enough."
Zhou Younong looked coldly at Meng Jingyue who was still struggling. He threw the gun in his hand casually to Meng Jingyue's hand and said, "I'll give you a break. Now, I want you to die."
Meng Jingyue clenched his fists tightly.
His voice was hoarse, like it was mixed with rough stones, and he cried blood, "You let her go."
Zhou Younong raised his eyes in boredom, "Master Meng, don't you believe me?"
"Let her go first. She's afraid of pain and the dark."
When the young man said this, his eyes were full of tenderness. Even though he was treated so humiliatingly, he still seemed to be as pure and clear as the bright moon, or like a handful of clear snow at the foot of a cliff.
Zhou Younong was stunned.
He subconsciously released the hand that was restraining the girl.
Her face was already covered with tears.
He didn't dare to look at her at all, and couldn't even say "Does it hurt? Are you scared?"
Zhou Younong had never realized so clearly at any moment—
He was always an outsider.
Meng Jingyue has already lived in Banshu's heart.
Even a week of thick food can't fit in.
The taste of blood spread in the throat.
He swallowed it hard.
Meng Jingyue raised his eyes to look at Pan Shu, as if to see into her heart. He curled his lips gently and said, "Don't be afraid, Shu Shu, I'm fine."
But he was clearly in pain.
His entire clothes were soaked in blood.
He knelt on the ground in such humiliation in front of his beloved little girl.
Every word, every minute and every second that Meng Jingyue said was like slow slicing torture to him.
Love is too painful.
But loving her is not painful.
——Even if he had to swallow arsenic or drink poison, he would be happy with it.
Zhou Younong lowered his eyes and saw the shock and confusion in the girl's eyes, and he sneered.
"Look, this is your useless husband. He can't even protect you. Why do you love him?"
"Shut up!"
The girl stabbed him fiercely with a strange and hateful look.
Zhou Younong lowered his eyes sinisterly, his face turned terrifyingly pale for no reason, and his fingertips were soaked in the coldness of ice.
He sneered, "Is Meng Jingyue so important?!"
Pan Shu seemed not to hear.
There was only Meng Jingyue left in her eyes.
Such differential treatment made Zhou Younong hate Meng Jingyue even more.
"Meng Jingyue, you are not allowed to die, do you hear me?" Pan Shu was really panicked at this moment. If Meng Jingyue died, how could she complete her strategy mission?
"He won't kill me. You can't die. If you die, I will never forgive you. I will forget you completely..."
Meng Jingyue pulled the corner of his lips and said softly, "Forget it...it's okay."
He pointed the black muzzle of the gun at his forehead, opened his eyelids, and looked indifferently at Zhou Younong, who was grinning. "I hope Mr. Zhou San will keep his word and release my wife."
wife.
What a harsh name.
Zhou Younong raised his eyebrows, "Master Meng, don't worry about that."
Meng Jingyue lowered his eyes, his pale fingertips on the trigger. Just as he was about to shoot, a stone broke through the air and hit his wrist.
The small pistol fell to the ground from the hand that suddenly lost its strength.
"Mr. Zhou San is really getting more and more arrogant. He bullies her. Does he really think I'm dead?"
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