Chapter 77 Chapter 77 You are finished, you are finished, ...
"I am here……"
“Bang, bang, bang—”
A sudden knock on the door interrupted He Songfeng's words.
He Songfeng promptly stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray beside him, waved his hand to dispel the smell before letting the girl in. "What's up?" he asked.
The little girl poked her head in first, then tiptoed closer and said, "Mr. He, your scheduled meeting with Mr. Cheng is about to start at the appointed time."
“…………”
He Songfeng was silent for a while, rubbing the cigarette butt in the ashtray with his fingertips. He asked, "Is there any?"
The girl handed He Songfeng an iPad, which clearly listed all of his schedule. She pointed to the line with the time limit and read out the text word by word: "10:00 AM, World Trade Center Tower A."
"oh……"
He Songfeng nodded gently, "I forgot."
"If you don't want to go, why not cancel? They were the ones who were rude first. They were the ones who initiated the partnership with our company, yet they insisted on asking you to go negotiate with them. This is clearly a business matter, and you actually agreed... You're really fueling their arrogance."
Before He Songfeng could say anything, the little girl kept standing up for him.
With He Songfeng's silent connivance, she became more and more angry as she spoke. Being young and hot-tempered, she almost raised her arms to help He Songfeng punch those big bosses who looked down on her.
"In terms of assets, you are superior to them. You just lack some business experience. Why should they bully you?"
He Songfeng threw away the cigarette butt, pressed his thumb on his index and middle fingers, and moved them in circles back and forth as if crushing the cigarette butt to wipe away the smell of tobacco from his fingertips.
Then, he cupped the little girl's cheeks with both hands, and used one hand as a fan to fan the little girl's cheek, smiling and soothing her:
"Calm down, calm down."
The little girl's face turned red, and she couldn't tell whether it was because of anger or shame. Her big eyes blinked as she stared at He Songfeng. If someone outside the door hadn't called her name, she would have almost fallen in front of He Songfeng and couldn't get up.
"I, I, I, I... Mr. He, I'm going out first!"
The little girl stuttered and ran away, or more accurately, escaped, with her hands cupped on her cheeks, rubbing them hard, her cheeks red from her collarbone to behind her ears and all the way to her forehead.
The phone didn't hang up, but Zhao Jie knew what to do and didn't say anything. He waited until the door closed before he jokingly called out, "Mr. He, tell me, where are you?"
"You heard me too. I have something to take care of."
He Songfeng glanced at the time and said, "Noon, okay? We'll contact each other at noon."
"not good."
Before Zhao Jieyi could say no, the person on the other end of the phone had already hung up.
“—Beep, beep, the other party has hung up.”
Zhao Jie was not angry, but laughed instead. His memory went back to the past, and he thought that He Songfeng was like this in the past. He was quick to hang up the phone, but would be clingy and lukewarm when they met.
Zhao Jie spit out his sticky tongue and licked his lips obscenely. He closed his eyes and listened to Zeng He Songfeng's panting beside him. He followed the rhythm, up and down, back and forth -
“Haa ...
The screen was smudged, and the small figure of He Songfeng, who was curled up and convulsing, on the screen was also smudged, making it impossible to see his true features clearly.
Three months is enough time for He Songfeng to do many things, including getting a driver's license.
He always thought he would buy an extremely dazzling sports car, but when he really made the choice, he chose a car that was so low-key that no one would think it was a million-dollar luxury car. It was not even as good as the tram next door.
Time is very tight. Even if He Songfeng keeps driving with green lights, the best result will be arriving at the last minute.
Since I'm going to be late anyway and I've already waited, I might as well just keep waiting.
He Songfeng simply parked his car on the side of the road and went to Saint Laurent to pick up a suit from the 24th Autumn/Winter Men's Fashion Show.
The smoky pink double-breasted suit, with its loose retro cut, perfectly dispelled the formality of formal wear. Its bright color and delicate texture perfectly complemented the suit. The draped fabric draped across He Songfeng's narrow frame naturally exuded a sense of laziness, and every loose fold on the jacket seemed like a deliberate attempt to create a sense of awkwardness.
It is a light-colored coat, but the inner wear and tie are not light-colored. Instead, the aggressive dark green is restrained by the soft pink.
An hour after the scheduled time, He Songfeng slowly walked to the door of Building A.
At this moment, a shout suddenly broke out from not far away.
He Songfeng looked in the direction of the voice and saw Zhao Jieyi, who was running towards him angrily. His heavy footsteps were almost cracking the bricks underneath.
Zhao Jie ran and yelled, "He Songfeng! How dare you make me wait here for an hour?!"
He Songfeng calmly watched the other party approach him step by step, rushing towards him like a wild boar.
He Songfeng took a step forward and walked into the building.
The security guard at the gate came to He Songfeng and asked, "Do you have an appointment?"
"Yes, it's a business meeting with Cheng Qiyong at ten o'clock."
"Come in."
Turning around again, Zhao Jie was stopped outside the building. He was surrounded by several security guards and forced to leave.
In the crowd, Zhao Jie pointed at He Songfeng and unleashed a furious curse. His features resembled those of a Western legend, a monster that couldn't be looked at directly, distorted to a terrifying degree. Every curse word he uttered was like a monster's roar, threatening to rip one's eardrums apart.
Instead of moving away in fear, He Songfeng stopped and looked at the monster with a smile for a while before turning around and getting on the elevator with satisfaction.
For a moment it was unclear who the real monster was.
Turning around, He Songfeng entered Cheng Qiyong's office.
Cheng Qiyong sat there, his face full of impatience, tapping his watch with his fingers.
The moment He Songfeng appeared in his field of vision, all his movements came to a sudden halt, and instead the whites under his eyes became visible as his eyeballs lifted up.
The area of the white of the eye is larger than that of the pupil, and the facial features have become thinner and sharper due to age. There is no need to express the murderous intent; it naturally flows out from this silent face.
"One hour." Cheng Qiyong spoke first.
There were no extra chairs in the office, so He Songfeng stood and listened to the other party's lecture.
"You kept me waiting for an hour."
He Songfeng lowered his hands, listened calmly, and did not express anything.
"How many years have we not seen each other?"
"When you left, the force with which you hit me is something I still remember to this day."
Cheng Qiyong covered his face with both hands. There was a large scar across the bridge of his nose. It was the scar that could not be completely healed after He Songfeng broke his bones.
"What are you thinking? Why do you want to come back? Why do you still want to do business with me?"
"It's not that I want to do business with you, it's that you want to be with me..."
He Songfeng couldn't help but correct him.
He Songfeng had said everything, so Cheng Qiyong was too lazy to recall the past to get closer to him. He simply pushed his boss chair back, spread his legs outward to make a small space, and clapped his hands on his knees, motioning He Songfeng to come in and sit down.
"Come here."
Cheng Qiyong actually didn't intend for He Songfeng to really sit over here. He just did and said this for the purpose of humiliating him.
But He Songfeng sat down and naturally snuggled in Cheng Qiyong's arms, with his arms around his shoulders and his lips against his neck, as obedient and docile as a domestic pet.
"The Jialin City Chamber of Commerce is ostracizing me. They say I'm a bastard who killed her husband and robbed him of his money. I need you to stand up for me, guarantee me, and support me."
The desire that had been suppressed in Cheng Qiyong's body for years erupted in an instant, easily aroused by the fragrance of He Songfeng's hair, his soft and slender arms, and his gentle words.
Cheng Qiyong lowered his eyes and looked at the warm and soft beauty in his arms, and a familiar feeling swept over him.
He Songfeng was once like this. He was humiliated by the whole world and had no choice but to be bitten by him.
He Songfeng is still like this today. After her husband died, the poor little widow was ostracized by the whole world and had to climb pitifully into the arms of her former enemy.
So pitiful, so good.
It would be better if He Songfeng could continue to be miserable.
Cheng Qiyong's evil thoughts surfaced again. He was always like this, and never did it for He Songfeng's own good.
As soon as his lips touched, he uttered the deceptive words of affection: "In fact, I have always liked you. If you had listened to my arrangements at the beginning, you would not be worse off than you are now, and you would not have to go through so many things in the middle."
Cheng Qiyong lifted He Songfeng's hair and put it to his nose to smell it.
The smell is not the same as the soapy water before, but a pungent perfume smell, tacky and gaudy.
He Songfeng lowered his eyebrows meekly, revealing two round black moles, and presented his vulnerable and sensitive area to the other party.
Cheng Qiyong's fingers felt itchy, and he rubbed them hard without restraint. He Songfeng's body was startled and stiffened.
The sticky water in He Songfeng's eyelids squeezed out, staining the area around his eyelids. Even his eyelashes were wet and drooping, making him look like he had been played with.
"So... did you kill those two people?"
Cheng Qiyong asked a question that everyone was curious about when they saw He Songfeng. His other hand was pinching He Songfeng's waist. It was still the familiar feeling. With both hands, he could pinch the thin waist.
He Songfeng opened his trembling eyes, and no one helped him wipe the wet water clean. He shook his head in a messy and innocent manner, and his breathing became dumb and rapid.
Cheng Qiyong snorted contemptuously: "Yes, with your thin arms and legs, how could you possibly kill someone?"
As he spoke, a pair of hands grabbed He Songfeng's waist, as if his neck was being strangled. He Songfeng let out a "Ugh!" and couldn't breathe. His internal organs under his skin were trembling and spasming. He Songfeng's body seemed to have been stripped of its bones, and he softened with exhaustion and helplessness.
He Songfeng only had his neck still stiff, raised upwards, looking at the man with a blank face, not understanding why the other party suddenly humiliated him like this.
Such a He Songfeng further confirmed Cheng Qiyong's view of He Songfeng, that he was incompetent and weak, relying entirely on this face to survive as a dodder parasitic on the rich.
The previous host died, so he turned around and came to him for help.
Even though it has endless wealth, dodder is still dodder. It relies entirely on parasites to survive. If the host dies, it will immediately become fragile and die.
Therefore, Cheng Qiyong’s conclusion is that the foolish and naive He Songfeng deserves to be deceived by him again.
"So you'll help me? I want to have my own business. Help me, please."
He Songfeng pinched Cheng Qiyong's wrist, and his five fingers were like the roots of dodder, finding their own respective pits and planting them together, as if by doing so, they would be able to grow under Cheng Qiyong's support.
Cheng Qiyong's palms were no longer satisfied with kneading and kneading through the fabric of the clothes. He began to negotiate with He Songfeng: "Of course I can help you, but you have to give me a corresponding reward."
He knew that He Songfeng could definitely give him what he wanted.
"I can, it's the only thing I can do."
He Songfeng softly gave Cheng Qiyong the answer he wanted to hear.
He Songfeng's fingers pressed into the shallow blood vessels dug out in Cheng Qiyong's wrist, and he rubbed them gently and ambiguously around the blood vessels created by his fingers and wrist, until they turned red and softened, and he was just about to rub out water.
He Songfeng wiped away his tears and completed the final negotiation.
After many years, He Songfeng's back was once again pressed against the desk.
The hard table hurt the butterfly valley on his back, as if someone had hit him with a hammer.
At this moment, He Songfeng took out his cell phone, and just as Cheng Qiyong was about to snatch it away, the ringtone rang loudly.
He Songfeng frantically held the phone, pressed the answer button, and put it to his ear.
At the same time, he stretched out his hand, and with his slender, tender and white fingertips like bamboo shoots, he touched Cheng Qiyong's lips from a distance, and used his eyes to signal him to be quiet.
"He Songfeng! Damn bastard, slutty bastard, rotten bastard——!!!"
"What the hell do you mean, you bitch? Did I give you too much face? Do you think I'm easy to deal with?"
"This is my last damn warning to you. Come see me right now. If you don't listen to me, don't blame me for ruining you."
Zhao Jieyi's voice was like firecrackers, a series of explosions, leaving no time for He Songfeng to interrupt.
The office was very quiet at this moment, and Zhao Jieyi's hysterical voice suddenly filled the entire room, making it impossible for people to pretend not to hear it.
"Call me."
Cheng Qiyong said, and took the phone directly, and said in a low voice: "Who is it?"
Zhao Jieyi's voice erupted even more horribly, like an air raid alarm. The bone-chilling humiliation of the slut filled the room nakedly, like lines of text clearly visible floating before his eyes.
He Songfeng closed his eyes, covered his ears, and left all the troubles to Cheng Qiyong.
This is a male competition and has nothing to do with him.
"Who am I? I am his master."
Cheng Qiyong spoke in a calm voice, naturally carrying an air of superiority and indifference.
Zhao Jie didn't buy it. He sneered and said, "I'm still his man!"
"I don't want to waste time bickering. He Songfeng is with me now and will only be with me in the future. If you have anything to say, just tell me later. Don't disturb him, and don't disturb me from making love with him."
Cheng Qiyong gave the other party his cell phone number, and then hung up the phone while Zhao Jie was yelling at him.
"Adulterer, adulterer! Two rotten bitches!!!"
"Why are you still in contact with him?"
Cheng Qiyong frowned and pinched He Songfeng's cheek.
"He found me." He Songfeng said innocently with his eyes half open.
He Songfeng's collar was opened by Cheng Qiyong in an orderly manner. "There's no need for that in the future. Just follow me closely."
He Songfeng closed the open collar with his hands again. He sat up, with one foot half hanging over the edge of the table, leaving a bright red dent on his calf, and the other foot stepped on Cheng Qiyong's leg, leaving a gray footprint.
"I'm not in the mood to do it anymore. How about next time?" He Songfeng stepped forward, hugged Cheng Qiyong, and whispered with his head down.
Cheng Qiyong once again put his hands on He Songfeng's waist, as if he was going to rape him.
He Songfeng trembled restlessly in his palm, even his bones were shaking with pleading sounds.
"Okay, there's no rush."
Cheng Qiyong finally chose to let go of He Songfeng, but he did not loosen his hand on He Songfeng's waist. "But you still have to give me something as a deposit."
He Songfeng seemed not to have heard Cheng Qiyong's words. He sat up and slowly straightened himself. His palms lightly smoothed the wrinkles on his clothes, and his slender arms folded behind his head to untie and then put up his messy hair.
Amidst Cheng Qiyong's increasingly agitated and scorching gaze and heavy breathing, He Songfeng finally raised his head and faced the man's desire.
He Songfeng's method was also very simple. He opened his lips and put the tip of his tongue against his lower lip with the tip slightly exposed.
He did not take the initiative, but just put on an appearance of being at the mercy of others, waiting for the man in front of him to enjoy him.
You can kiss him, bite him, and stick your fingers down his throat. He looks so dull, as if everything he does is allowed and tolerated.
There were too many choices, so fancy that Cheng Qiyong was confused. He wanted this and that, but in the end, he just gave her a hasty kiss and it ended.
Cheng Qiyong was left sitting there alone, looking at the empty office. Desire was like a ball of fermenting dough, expanding again and again, until it was about to burst the surface of his skin.
Cheng Qiyong took a deep breath, covered his mouth and nose tightly with the fragrance remaining on his hands, and breathed in greedily.
Cheng Qiyong was in a dilemma. He felt that He Songfeng had not changed, but he had changed a lot. His sexual attraction alone was enough to hook Cheng Qiyong and make him unable to stop.
He Songfeng got out of the parking lot. He looked at the more than 200 missed calls and text messages on his mobile phone, and the number was still increasing, waiting for time to pass by every second.
Almost an hour later, he calmly drove out of the parking lot.
Turning from the dark underground parking lot to the bright exit, I saw not only the gate pole at the parking lot toll booth, but also a man squatting at the exit of the parking lot, staring intently.
After seeing He Songfeng's figure through the car window, he immediately rushed forward like crazy, regardless of whether He Songfeng had stopped the car or not.
He Songfeng watched the ferocious man getting closer and closer to him. The man's hands and feet were slapping on the car window randomly, like a demon knocking on the door, making a "dong dong dong dong dong dong" sound - a sound with no rhythm, sometimes fast, sometimes slow, which made people's breathing become difficult.
He Songfeng turned his head and looked over with a look of panic on his face.
Zhao Jieyi's expression suddenly became more terrifying, like a monster that wanted to tear off its face, baring its fangs and claws to intimidate the innocent little white flower in the car window.
The banging sounds became louder and louder. The car door was visibly dented by his banging, and his hands were red as if bleeding.
He Songfeng refused to stop or open the door, and insisted on driving out.
So Zhao Jie ran to the front of the car to stop it. He thought that He Songfeng was cowardly and would not dare to hit him no matter what.
But he was wrong, completely wrong.
He Songfeng was indeed forced to retreat at the beginning, but when Zhao Jieyi became more and more arrogant and climbed onto the hood of the car, the moment he stepped on the car window, the car suddenly accelerated, and then - he fell to the ground due to inertia, and watched as the huge steel monster-like vehicle ran over him mercilessly like a hydraulic press, and then the car neither left directly nor ran over him repeatedly, but stopped there, crushing his lower body for a long time.
Because of the surge of adrenaline, Zhao Jieyi had no right to faint and escape. He felt clearly how his lower body was crushed into a pool of bloody mud by this terrifying monster.
His bones were broken, broken in his flesh, and his legs were twisted and crooked as if they didn't exist.
He was pinned down under the wheels, with no chance of escape.
He screamed, as if he wanted to shout out all the pain that was so severe that it made him die, so that everyone would know how devastated he was.
His eyes, swollen with blood, watched clearly in great pain as He Songfeng ran out of the car with a look of horror on his face, squatted down in front of him, and then He Songfeng screamed, covered his face and cried, at a loss.
However, when Zhao Jie saw it, he clearly saw the pair of dark pupils leaking out from between the fingers, like two black stones tied by invisible silk threads, floating meaninglessly in the eye sockets.
The bloodshot under the white of the eye was like a parasite, actively crawling out from the back of the eyeball and wriggling slowly.
He Songfeng cried bitterly, and the eyes that leaked out from between his fingers were like sharp needles, scratching Zhao Jie's half-dead body inch by inch, greedily depicting the tragedy of death.
Beneath the surface of fear and panic, there is a hunger that feeds on pain and rotting flesh.
Zhao Jie's painful howl attracted the people around him, but their eyes were only on He Songfeng.
They marveled at the beauty of the perpetrator and even completely ignored the victim with a broken leg on the ground. No one thought about moving the heavy car, they were only concerned with taking a peek at the unattainable beauty.
Some people even came forward to hand He Songfeng tissues and comforted him, telling him not to be too frightened and cry.
By the time the traffic police arrived, Zhao Jieyi had fainted from the pain and was dying in the crowd.
"I saw it, I was scared, I didn't have time to react, I didn't mean to hit him."
The words of evading the rules cried pitifully from He Songfeng's throat, and he performed very skillfully, as if he had rehearsed it countless times.
"I am willing to bear all medical expenses and compensation, as well as take care of his daily life in the future."
"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to, I was just too...scared."
Finally, He Songfeng lured out the man in charge of questioning and asked the question he wanted:
"What are you afraid of?"
………………
The headline of the news that day was about He Songfeng, the notorious Black Widow.
Many people began to speculate that this was his second crime. The onlookers almost defined this car accident as intentional homicide. Public opinion was outraged and applied to the court to directly sentence He Songfeng to death, including the deaths of Lambert and Samuel.
At the same time, a sex video filmed by He Songfeng when he was 18 years old began to spread widely, flooding the Chinese Internet and even video websites around the world.
He Songfeng's already notorious reputation had reached a point where it could no longer decline.
No one felt sorry for He Songfeng. All the tragic events of the past became a sin of He Songfeng for currying favor with the powerful and then killing and robbing people for their money.
Being raped was the retribution for his ingratitude.
He Songfeng's company was not doing much better. Several projects that had been negotiated were terminated because of He Songfeng's reputation, and the remaining ongoing projects were also stopped for various reasons.
In fact, it shouldn't be like this. A company is a company and individuals are individuals. Even if He Songfeng jumped off the building and died today, the operation of this company has nothing to do with individuals.
But unfortunately, everyone and everything are targeting He Songfeng.
The entire company was as anxious as ants on a hot pan. They surrounded He Songfeng, wailing that the company was going to go bankrupt and what they should do next.
If these things are already bad enough, then there is something even worse waiting for He Songfeng.
When He Songfeng finished dealing with Zhao Jieyi's matter at the traffic police bureau and returned to the company, Cheng Qiyong had already sat down in his office. He sat in He Songfeng's seat uninvited, leaving no extra seat for He Songfeng.
He Songfeng was harshly punished by Cheng Qiyong to stand in his own office.
The door was not closed, and the unequal status between the two people was embarrassingly exposed to the eyes of many employees, who leaned in to watch.
Cheng Qiyong had no intention of closing the door. After all, he was not here to care about He Songfeng, he was here to take advantage of his misfortune.
"You should be aware that your company is currently experiencing operational difficulties and project progress has stalled due to personal reasons. The outside world is leading the boycott of activities and projects involving you, including some of our sub-brands. I was instrumental in their signing of the contract with you, but your performance is truly... abysmal."
The above are all polite words, the following is Cheng Qiyong's real sinister intention -
"Now our shareholders are dissatisfied with our relationship. Therefore, according to the terms of the contract, since your company has prevented the project from proceeding normally, you must pay us ten times the compensation."
ten times.
This was already within the realm of extortion, causing the onlookers outside the door to gasp and exclaim in surprise that this was simply too embarrassing!
Cheng Qiyong was sure that He Songfeng had no one behind him. He Songfeng had money, and only money. The real owner of his inheritance had died a long time ago because of He Songfeng. Her late husband's family would not support He Songfeng, and they also wished He Songfeng would die sooner so that they could snatch the majority of the property that belonged to He Songfeng.
The weak and isolated He Songfeng is the best option for wiping out the whole family.
Facing the aggressive Cheng Qiyong, He Songfeng chose to refute, "The contract states that if either party causes the contract to become invalid, they must pay three times the compensation, not ten times."
Cheng Qiyong stood up, supported his hands on the table, and leaned forward with a sense of oppression, like a crouching wolf staring at its prey.
"But you have to consider that multiple projects have been stalled because of you. Ten times, that's the most we can do."
He Songfeng looked troubled. He hesitated for a moment and whispered, "I'll think about it, okay?"
Cheng Qiyong stared at He Songfeng silently. The huge pressure sank little by little with time. The air was filled with a lot of uncomfortable filth, and He Songfeng's shoulders were pressed down. His hands were helplessly clasped together in front of him. He lowered his head and prayed, asking the other party for help.
"Okay, three days."
Finally, Cheng Qiyong breathed a sigh of relief.
"Thank you."
He Songfeng took the initiative to move sideways, making way for a straight path to the exit. Cheng Qiyong's tall figure walked past him, and he lowered his head without saying a word.
Cheng Qiyong walked over, then turned back, pinched He Songfeng's cheeks and forced them up, then moved them left and right, and kissed him unceremoniously. With his other hand, he held He Songfeng in his arms like a toy, pinching his back and rubbing it, pulling the flesh and bones on his back together.
After Cheng Qiyong finished the kiss, he simply let go and left.
He Songfeng didn't have time to react. He quickly lost his balance and fell heavily to the ground. His knees and elbows hit the ground at the same time, and soon a large purple bruise appeared, which was shocking to see.
In Cheng Qiyong's eyes, He Songfeng was indeed a dog that came when he called and left when he dismissed.
He looked down on He Songfeng, having always treated him as a mere sexual gratification toy. It had been like that before, and it hadn't changed at all now. On the contrary, as he grew older and had more, he had become even worse.
When the employees who were watching outside the door saw Cheng Qiyong leave, they immediately rushed over, surrounded He Songfeng, and helped him up while talking in a flurry.
"That's too much. Is Cheng Qiyong still a human being? Isn't he afraid of retribution?"
"Mr. He, are you okay?"
"...How about we just register for bankruptcy, and then you go abroad to hide out for a while and come back later? Internet users have short memories. In a month, no one will remember what happened or who you are."
Some people are scolding, some are caring, and some are offering advice.
The chattering made He Songfeng feel a little pain in his head.
"It's okay, I can handle it."
He Songfeng comforted them in return.
They returned to their workstations half-believing and half-doubting.
Another day passed.
He Songfeng had no time to deal with Cheng Qiyong's affairs as he had more important things to do.
He went to the police station with the printed materials he had compiled, and also took out his mobile phone. He took the initiative to tell the other party everything about his past with Zhao Jieyi, even including the fact that 18-year-old He Songfeng was tricked into taking a sex video.
It was Zhao Jie who blackmailed He Songfeng first, and followed He Songfeng to the parking lot of the building, and once again coerced him into having sex. This incident was recorded in text messages, phone calls and the dashcam.
When the accident finally happened, He Songfeng didn't think about resisting. He was just too scared. He was so frightened that he lost his mind and wanted to escape quickly. The accident happened because the other party deliberately tried to stop him.
At this point, He Songfeng also expressed his willingness to pay all medical expenses and compensation, and he would also provide compensation for the subsequent recovery process.
From the moment He Songfeng put these things on the table, He Songfeng became a perfect victim.
He Songfeng sobbed in the traffic police station, helplessly accusing himself of his experience. The abyss that he once avoided has now become his most powerful shield, enough to attract all sympathy to his side.
What bad intentions could a beautiful, helpless, heartbroken and pitiful woman whose husband just died have?
In the end, the traffic police determined that the responsibility for the traffic accident was 30% for He Songfeng and 170% for Zhao Jie.
the next day.
He Songfeng went to the hospital alone to visit Zhao Jieyi, who was staying in the best single room in the hospital and had a caregiver to take care of him.
When He Songfeng went in, the accompanying staff were massaging Zhao Jie's two severed limbs.
As soon as Zhao Jie saw He Songfeng's appearance, he started cursing.
He Songfeng smiled and gestured for the attendant to leave first. The next second after closing the door, He Songfeng didn't tolerate him anymore and slapped him directly. Bang! The sound of the slap made the man dizzy and drool flew out of the corner of his mouth.
He Songfeng shook his red palm, rubbed it with his palm distressedly, and reminded softly: "Don't you realize it yet?"
After He Songfeng's straightforward guidance, Zhao Jie realized it - his expression suddenly froze, from extreme anger to extreme fear, which was the fear of death.
"You did this on purpose, didn't you?"
He Songfeng didn't act anymore. He stood beside Zhao Jieyi's bed, reached out his hands, put them around his neck, and pinched down.
Ten fingers tightly bound the neck, and the fingertips were like the roots of dodder, firmly bound in the host's flesh, taking root and sprouting downwards and inwards, deep into the bones.
Zhao Jieyi's eyes were pinched so hard that they were bloodshot and twisted into an ugly shape that was too ugly to look at. However, it was no longer the arrogant distortion before, but a painful and dying one - a miserable state.
A pool of yellow liquid flowed out from between Zhao Jieyi's legs, wetting a large area of the pure white bed sheet.
He Songfeng let go of his hand, frowned, and quickly took two steps back, looking at the smelly body with disgust on his face.
As soon as Zhao Jie was able to breathe, he took a deep breath, but his whole body was in uncontrollable spasms and twitching due to alkaloid poisoning caused by lack of oxygen and excessive breathing, and gusts of panicked air choked out from his hoarse throat.
This short body had no legs, and its hands could not be lifted due to severe injuries. It was wearing a white flowered hospital gown and stuck to the bed sheet, twitching up and down and left and right, like a fleshy maggot wriggling in rotten, festering matter.
When He Songfeng saw this miserable appearance, the disgusted expression on his face disappeared like clouds, and turned into an expressionless face.
The more he looked, the bigger the smile on his face became.
He smiled softly, his eyebrows and eyes curved with laughter, and the more he looked at it, the more satisfied he became with his masterpiece.
At this time, He Songfeng's assistant knocked on the door and shouted through the crack:
"Mr. He! The discharge procedures have been completed."
He Songfeng stood not far from the bed and gave him the cruelest smile. The curved smile was like a sickle, its sharp blades cutting through Zhao Jieyi's courage.
Another day passed, the third day.
Before going out, Zhao Jie was sunk into the bathtub by He Songfeng. He didn't die, but the shower head above his head kept spraying water down, and he would experience suffocation and choking back and forth, and there was no moment of relaxation.
He Songfeng held the steering wheel with both hands, and his eyes were slightly scattered while waiting for the traffic light, unable to focus on one point.
Today is the last day of the agreement between him and Cheng Qiyong. Today is not only the last day of the agreement, but also the last chance for He Songfeng to deal with Cheng Qiyong.
Given the other party's temper, he will never let He Songfeng go easily after today. Cheng Qiyong will pursue him relentlessly, both openly and covertly, until He Songfeng is left with nothing and kneels in front of him crying for help.
He Songfeng freed one hand, placed it on his lower lip, and bit it gently with his teeth, thinking in his mind how to deal with Cheng Qiyong.
At this time, the red light turned green, and the seconds had just begun to count down, and bursts of horns buzzed impatiently.
In the morning, there were waves of people clocking in and out downstairs of the company. When he walked in and stood at the elevator door, he unfortunately bumped into Cheng Qiyong who came uninvited.
After a beep, two people walked into the same elevator at the same time.
While still in the elevator, Cheng Qiyong ignored the presence of others. He put his left hand around his waist and grabbed his hair with his right hand cruelly and roughly, his fingers digging into the roots of his hair. He pulled him in his hand, lifted him up like a dead fish, and shook him a few times.
It was not until He Songfeng made a weak and helpless cry for mercy that Cheng Qiyong stopped his actions as if to give alms, but his hands were still grabbing He Songfeng's hair, holding him tightly as if he were a bicycle handlebar without any mercy.
"How are you thinking about it?"
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