Chapter 78 Chapter 78 Dead
Countless pairs of onlookers' eyes were fixed on He Songfeng, imprinting all his current embarrassment and humiliation firmly in their pupils.
No one extended a helping hand to He Songfeng. Instead, they greedily devoured the misery in He Songfeng like jackals, tigers and leopards, satisfying their curiosity and desire for destruction that was suppressed by modern society.
At this moment, He Songfeng looked like a sunny doll hanging on the beam, with only the toes of his legs barely touching the ground. Cheng Qiyong's hand on his hair was like a knot strangling the sunny doll's neck. He was dangling helplessly even without the wind, and his fragile neck was in danger.
"Please let me go." He Songfeng pleaded softly.
He Songfeng's show of weakness not only failed to win him any kindness, but instead increased the other party's arrogance.
In front of nearly ten people in the elevator, Cheng Qiyong bluntly humiliated He Songfeng:
"Be my dog and I'll let you go."
“…………”
He Songfeng suddenly became completely quiet.
It seemed as if his soul and bones were suddenly drained away by the other party's harsh humiliation, leaving only an empty shell bound by Cheng Qiyong.
He Songfeng's body fell weakly under Cheng Qiyong's palm, his face dejected and his arms drooping like mud.
Cheng Qiyong was frightened by the softness that he couldn't hold, and his heart began to panic for no reason.
He let go of He Songfeng, and put his arms around his waist, holding He Songfeng tightly in his arms.
At the same time, Cheng Qiyong hunched over and lowered his head to look at He Songfeng's appearance.
He Songfeng's eyelids were drooping very low, and it was impossible to tell what his expression was just by lowering his head.
So Cheng Qiyong could only lower his body again and again, pushing everyone around him against the wall, leaving a large space for him to bend his waist completely for He Songfeng.
When Cheng Qiyong's waist was bent to a near acute angle.
——!
He finally saw it, but it was not the beautiful destruction he wanted to see.
Everything about He Songfeng seemed to be falling down, except for the pair of round eyeballs in his eye sockets, which were hanging high up, like a hanged ghost hanging from the beam of the house, with eyes full of resentment and unable to close.
The stubborn black pupils were like dots of black paint on white paper, so clear that it was shocking.
Cheng Qiyong's pupils suddenly constricted, his breathing stagnated, and the hand that was around He Songfeng's waist was pulled back in fear. He couldn't catch his breath and fell back a step, supporting his chest and beating it frequently.
The elevator door opened at this time and a group of people walked out.
With a ding, the door closed, slightly dispelling the horror that was almost like seeing a ghost.
The only sound in the elevator was breathing, and Cheng Qiyong and He Songfeng kept a safe distance.
Not long after, there was another ding-dong sound, and this time everyone in the elevator arrived at their final destination.
A large number of people walked out of the elevator. He Songfeng followed the end of the crowd and walked out, but stopped at the next step out of the elevator. He turned around, folded his hands in front of him, and waited quietly for Cheng Qiyong's next move.
Only when Cheng Qiyong stepped out and walked in front of him to lead the way, would He Songfeng, as his vassal, follow closely behind him.
Cheng Qiyong looked at He Songfeng with fear, seeing that He Songfeng took every step quietly and cautiously, as if the vengeful ghost he saw in the elevator just now was Cheng Qiyong's hallucination, and they were completely different people.
Cheng Qiyong didn't say anything along the way. The two of them walked to the door of He Songfeng's office, one in front and one behind.
Just as he was about to step into the office, Cheng Qiyong suddenly stopped and his tall body was stuck under the door frame.
Cheng Qiyong turned slowly and cast a scrutinizing gaze at him with an oppressive air.
He Songfeng stopped in time and lowered his head meekly, his hands still folded neatly in front of him, without a trace of aggressiveness.
"Look up." Cheng Qiyong gave the order.
He Songfeng slowly raised his head, his dark eyes filled with fear, even because of the tears, they looked like a glass marble soaked in water, clear and transparent, and even the cracks inside the glass marble could be seen clearly.
There was no trace of resentment left, only the timidity and cowardice of a lamb.
Cheng Qiyong attacked again, this time even more violently, wishing to vent all the fear he had just felt on He Songfeng.
He grabbed the messy hair behind He Songfeng's head with his big hand, and dug his fingers deep into the hair. Like the claws of a claw machine, he grabbed He Songfeng from behind and pulled him to his side.
This was not the end. Cheng Qiyong's five fingers mercilessly pulled out of He Songfeng's hair, dropped down, pressed on He Songfeng's spine, and pushed forward against the fragile and trembling bone.
He Songfeng screamed, staggered forward two steps, and fell straight to the ground.
He was on his elbows and knees, leaving painful bruises, but what was worse was his posture.
He was no longer being crushed like a puppy by Cheng Qiyong in terms of momentum; he was also forced to kneel on the ground and submit to Cheng Qiyong.
"What was your expression in the elevator just now?"
Cheng Qiyong asked.
He looked at He Songfeng who was shivering on the ground, then walked slowly into the office with satisfaction. He still didn't intend to close the door. Next, he was going to lecture He Songfeng, and he made no secret of the fact that he wanted everyone to hear and see it, so that they would know that He Songfeng was his property.
"Please don't do this to me..."
He Songfeng's arms were supporting the ground, shaky and like hollow bamboos. Even the hollow sounds between his bones were very obvious when he breathed, making a crackling sound - shaking like sieve chaff.
"I'm asking you a question."
"I don't know." He Songfeng followed Cheng Qiyong's gaze in confusion: "What expression can I have?"
Cheng Qiyong walked to He Songfeng impatiently. There was only a finger's distance between the sole of his shoe and He Songfeng's palm that was supporting the ground. As long as Cheng Qiyong lifted his foot and moved slightly to the side, he could crush the metacarpal bone of He Songfeng's hand.
Cheng Qiyong did so, but he only raised his foot and did not put it down. It was more like he was testing He Songfeng's obedience.
He Songfeng did not hide. He always looked innocent and confused, as if the resentful threat he had just made was not really his, but Cheng Qiyong's imagination.
Cheng Qiyong's frown finally relaxed slowly as he saw He Songfeng's pitifulness.
He Songfeng ignored the pain in his arms and knees. He slowly got up, took Cheng Qiyong's arm and led him to sit in the boss chair.
"Please sit down and let's talk slowly. I will give you what you want..."
Cheng Qiyong tried to hold his hand back, but He Songfeng pulled away in time.
"I'll get you a cup of tea. After all, there's going to be some... verbal arguments later."
He Songfeng gave a flattering smile and deliberately emphasized the meaningful tone of the last four words of the sentence.
He Songfeng turned and walked out of the office.
Assistant Xiao Lin met He Songfeng in the tea room. He Songfeng was stirring the water in the cup, and the spoon made a crisp clanging sound when it hit the rim of the cup.
Assistant Xiao Lin couldn't help but start mumbling bad things again: "Boss He, why did that man treat you like this?! He's so disrespectful. Does he deserve to humiliate you like this? You're the same. You're still letting him go. You shouldn't be so soft-hearted."
He Songfeng didn't answer, but put down the spoon, picked up the water cup and walked out.
Assistant Xiao Lin went up to help He Songfeng wash up. She felt a little strange. There was no coffee brewed, and there were no beverage powder bags left on the table or in the trash can. It was just a glass of plain water. Why did she have to stir it with a spoon?
At this time, another person in the tea room also came out and asked curiously: "Mr. He usually doesn't like to drink tasteless water. Even if he drinks water, it's tea. Why did he suddenly bring a cup of white cold water?"
Assistant Xiaolin shrugged. "Who knows? It's really strange."
He Songfeng brought warm water to Cheng Qiyong and placed it on the table.
Without Cheng Qiyong's further instructions, he took the initiative to sit in Cheng Qiyong's arms, put his arms around his shoulders, and opened his mouth to bite Cheng Qiyong's lower lip.
"I know you want me, always have."
He Songfeng's voice was soft and gentle, like a pair of soft and delicate hands like mutton fat caressing Guo Qiyong's ears.
At the same time, there was a hand gently soothing Cheng Qiyong's restless chest and back with just the right amount of force, neither tickling nor oppressing his breathing too much.
He Songfeng kissed Cheng Qiyong's lips hard, sucking and licking, and even deliberately biting a circle of bright red bite marks.
Cheng Qiyong was so thirsty from He Songfeng's teasing that his hand fell on He Songfeng's waist, burning He Songfeng's waistline red through his clothes.
He anxiously tried to lift He Songfeng's shirt, but He Songfeng pushed it down.
"Listen to me first."
He Songfeng rarely showed a tough attitude, but he turned into a docile lamb, pecking the center of Cheng Qiyong's lips and humming coquettishly: "If I don't say it now, I will be pressed on the table by you later, and all I can say is 'hmmmm' and 'ahhh'."
Cheng Qiyong was cheered up by the coquettishness. He was no longer anxious for the moment, but gave He Songfeng the opportunity to speak.
However, he wrinkled his nose and still felt a strange smell floating in the air.
Before Cheng Qiyong could smell it for a while, his nose was soon dominated by the sweet and overly gaudy scent of He Songfeng's perfume, disrupting his confused thoughts.
"Going abroad wasn't as good as I imagined. I took many detours and endured many unnecessary hardships. If I had listened to you back then, perhaps things would be much easier now..."
Cheng Qiyong smacked his lips twice, which were dry enough to emit sparks, and then the glass of water on the table came into play.
"You're so thoughtful to pour a glass of water in advance."
Cheng Qiyong picked up the cup and took a big gulp, leaving only a thin layer of liquid at the bottom.
If Cheng Qiyong had taken a closer look at the water cup, he would have noticed that there was some turbidity at the bottom of the cup that did not belong to white water, and some powder that had not been completely stirred was also on the edge of the cup.
He Songfeng gave Cheng Qiyong a drug, a powder that could make even a cow faint.
This medicine is not completely colorless and odorless.
It was a little turbid and had a pungent smell. This was the closest thing He Songfeng could get to what he wanted within three days. Time was tight and He Songfeng didn't have much time to think about the best method.
So He Songfeng could only pretend to be good to lower Cheng Qiyong's vigilance to the lowest level, making him believe that he was just a harmless lamb, and that his only fate was to be eaten, not to resist.
Cheng Qiyong was too arrogant, so he was fooled.
"I'm so lonely, so lonely..."
"I was alone before, and I'm alone now. I don't know where I belong..."
"It would be great if someone could love me well. Will you love me? Will you tell me you love me? Why are you silent?"
"hehe."
He Songfeng's murmuring voice gradually became hazy in Cheng Qiyong's ears, from a pair of clearly visible hands caressing him gently, it gradually turned into a ball of mud of unknown shape, and then into gauze. The gauze was like a murderous white silk wrapped around him, binding him into a mummy without self.
In the blur, the last sound that lingered in Cheng Qiyong's eardrum was a very short laugh. This laugh made Cheng Qiyong uncontrollably think of those drooping eyes full of resentment. He was sleeping in fear. Without his knowledge, those fears had entered his pores, penetrated his body, and flowed along with the blood in this huge and arrogant body.
The most terrifying thing is that as the blood circulates, fear also circulates through all parts of the body.
When Cheng Qiyong woke up, he was frightened.
He did not have a nightmare, nor was he beaten or kicked. He sank into darkness and felt an unprecedented terror. Then his whole body trembled and he suddenly woke up in extreme fear. It was an unprecedented emotion.
It's like the extreme terror a person faces before dying, and he clearly feels that he is going to die.
Does time pass by little by little, or does it not pass at all?
Cheng Qiyong couldn't tell the difference.
It was unknown how long it had been since he woke up, but Cheng Qiyong still couldn't tell whether he was asleep or awake. His world was in a long period of darkness.
Cheng Qiyong tried to move, and the next second, his hair stood on end.
Because he found that his hands and feet were tied up with something, and there was even an iron ring around his neck that made it difficult for him to breathe.
He yelled, but the moment his mouth opened, he felt a sharp pain as if his mouth was dislocated.
Because his mouth was stuffed with a towel, which had stretched his jaw bone to its maximum, the slightest movement would cause either stinging or even dislocation of the jaw.
Cheng Qiyong was kneeling on the ground in an extremely awkward posture, like a believer seeking redemption in a myth.
He didn't feel any pain because his body was numb, but if he moved even slightly, his accustomed muscles would immediately send out long-suppressed pangs of pain due to the unfamiliar pulling.
It was a pain even more horrible than the pain of having all the bones broken. It seemed as if nails were inserted into all the gaps between the bones, leaving him no room to move, not even his mind.
Cheng Qiyong couldn't even roll on the ground to relieve the excruciating pain. He could only watch in despair as his body hopelessly got used to the excruciating pain, bit by bit.
Cheng Qiyong thought about the last people he met and what happened -
He finally noticed the strange smell in the air and the glass of water that was suddenly brought to him!
He Songfeng's behavior was obviously so strange that everyone who knew him could realize that something was wrong, but Cheng Qiyong, his former bed partner, didn't realize it.
In other words, he realized it, but because he looked down on He Songfeng, he couldn't see He Songfeng clearly.
When he realized the truth of such a terrible thing, time froze for a moment and he could hardly feel the passage of time.
Cheng Qiyong could only kneel with his head empty, dumbfounded as he was punished.
Terror flooded his remaining sanity like a tide. He huddled himself in his own fantasy, like a stray dog shivering and curled up by the roadside.
Listening to the breathing echoing in the empty darkness, hunger began to gnaw at the organs beneath the skin.
What is he going to do?
What does he want to do?!
Kidnapping and ransom? Murder and burial?
Combined with the strange, drooping eyes I saw during the day, which looked like a suicide, it's all possible...
He restrained himself from thinking about it. He wanted to remind himself of He Songfeng's gorgeous appearance, but found that his mind was full of the weird "Eyes Unclosed" face that looked like a ghost.
The more you resist, the deeper it goes.
Cheng Qiyong began to shiver, not because of the cold, but because the fear had penetrated deep into his bones.
Time does not move minute by minute, time does not move at all.
No matter how long Cheng Qiyong knelt, there was no sound or movement in the darkness, as if it were dead.
There is no difference between humans and donkeys. When their eyes are covered, their consciousness will comfort themselves out of self-preservation and start to imagine that someone will come to rescue them in the next second, the next minute, or right away.
But in fact, it is not. Black is black and dead silence is dead silence.
The only thing he could hear was the sound of his heart beating so wildly that it was about to jump out of his throat. The pounding sound turned into a life-threatening drumbeat, so noisy that he couldn't even fall asleep to escape.
In order to save himself, he began to curse He Songfeng in his heart, shouting out all the dirty words he knew.
At this time, he could even empathize with that rotten guy Zhao Jieyi and understood why Zhao Jieyi insulted He Songfeng in such a filthy way.
He Songfeng deserves to be scolded!
He is the cousin! Spoiler!
How dare he lie to me! How dare he! When I get out, I'll pay him back double what I've already suffered!
…………
But what’s the point of doing this?
Apart from that thin pinch of self-comfort, nothing worked.
The more I curse, the more pathetic I feel.
He no longer struggled, but stared at the darkness with an empty soul, unable to tell whether he had opened his eyes or not.
The hunger turned into dull pain like a hammer hitting someone.
The little bit of anger turned into a handful of ashes, scattered in the air, and when inhaled into the nose, it only choked and hurt the lungs.
Time was completely blurred, the second hand, minute hand and hour hand were removed from the dial, leaving only meaningless numbers.
He no longer had the energy to think, not about himself, not about He Songfeng, he was just silent, as silent as death.
Fear, anger, and physical pain, all these feelings were crushed into meaningless ashes by the infinitely stretched darkness, leaving only a numb, empty shell, waiting for an unknown ending.
In fact, He Songfeng was right above his head, separated from him by a wall.
This was all taught to him by He Songfeng's late poor ex-husband.
Kidnapped, then taken to a deserted suburban villa, the owner of the house has the final say on whether the person lives or dies.
He Songfeng was such a studious person, so of course he learned everything in detail, including the imprisonment. He only needed to wait for time to use its sharp pointer to smooth out the poor man's will.
Time is really a powerful angle grinder.
"Ah...you're still alive."
He Songfeng stood by the bathtub, watching the water in the pool splash towards him like waves.
The man's face in the bathtub appeared and disappeared in the waves, and his body was blurred and twisted into lumps of flesh by the soft waves that were too unbearable to look at.
A pure white bathroom with clear and clean water ripples and air filled with cool mist.
A beautiful face, a dying ex.
Everything is so pure and peaceful, like heaven.
The pain was easily erased, hidden beneath the seemingly gentle surface, difficult to capture. Only the murderer who caused all this could understand it.
He Songfeng closed his eyes, tilted his head back and took a deep breath. He slowly adjusted his gaze, lowered his eyes and looked at the man who had been tortured by him with a smile.
He Songfeng turned off the shower head, and at the same time, a lot of water swayed along the edge of the bathtub, and the water level dropped visibly to his chin.
Zhao Jie suddenly raised his head and breathed hard. His chest rose and fell violently until the horizontal plane became unstable again. He swallowed it directly into his throat along with the water.
"Can you just die?"
He Songfeng's voice sounded with a smile.
Zhao Jie's ears suddenly buzzed, and his eyes slowly turned, looking in the direction of He Songfeng with fear and unfamiliarity.
He Songfeng squatted down, holding the edge of the bathtub with both hands, and looked at Zhao Jie with a pair of sparkling, expectant eyes, not blinking, and said in a pleading tone:
"It's just... I'm going to work tomorrow, and then you climb up to the terrace and jump down, hitting the rocks below, and die like that."
He Songfeng seemed to be really discussing with Zhao Jie, his tone was soft, as if he was talking about something full of anticipation like "Let's go on a date tomorrow".
"Can you do that?"
He Songfeng asked again.
Zhao Jie shook his head.
He Songfeng's smile froze, and his temperature dropped as the mist sank.
He reached out and covered Zhao Jieyi's face with his hands, then sank him into the water.
Seeing the body in the bathtub twisting like a maggot began to tremble violently and then convulse, He Songfeng let go of his hand and pulled the person out of the water again.
While Zhao Jie was catching his breath, He Songfeng turned and left.
Zhao Jie thought he was spared, so he twisted his body and tried to untie the rope tied behind his back.
Twisting left and right, more water was splashed out of the bathtub, and the waterline dropped again. The pressure on his chest was relieved in an instant. Zhao Jie began to burst out with an even crazier self-rescue consciousness. He even flipped out of the bathtub and then fell heavily on the tiles.
Ignoring the dizziness and the severe pain of broken ribs, he used his shoulders to support himself on the slippery tiles and struggled to crawl towards the door.
Climbing over the first tile grid, then the second—
Seeing that hope was getting closer and closer, the door opened under his gaze and He Songfeng walked in again.
He Songfeng stood by the door, looking down curiously. After a moment, he covered his lips and bent over, bursting into laughter.
"You look like a maggot."
Under Zhao Jieyi's gaze, He Songfeng closed the door, closing Zhao Jieyi's slim hope.
"I didn't ask you to jump now."
He Songfeng reminded Zhao Jieyi in a gentle tone, and at the same time grabbed Zhao Jieyi's hair and put him back into the bathtub.
Zhao Jie's defenses were completely broken, and curses came out of his throat. The unbearable insults were like a shower head that was turned on, connecting into a line and splashing onto his body.
Being put into the bathtub was nothing. What was even more terrifying was that He Songfeng had a knife in his hand.
He Songfeng cut the wound on Zhao Jie's broken limb. The cut was not deep and he was not intended to kill anyone. He Songfeng would not let his hands be stained with human life.
When a bleeding wound is soaked in water, the blood will be tricked into flowing out in streams.
The pure white water was dyed red in a short while.
"You have to dance while I'm at work, tomorrow, okay?"
He Songfeng still used a negotiating tone. He had his hands behind his back and hid the knife.
He stood by the bathtub, like a reserved child, hiding his hands behind his back when he spoke.
As Zhao Jieyi shook his head in fear, He Songfeng showed an embarrassed expression. He did not use the knife, nor did he continue to torture Zhao Jieyi. He just spoke calmly:
"Don't shake your head. If I don't see your body in the yard when I come back tomorrow, I will bury you alive."
He Songfeng's casual threat became the final blow that broke Zhao Jie's psychological defenses.
Zhao Jieyi completely collapsed. He burst into tears, but found that his body was too weak to shed tears. Only empty despair and collapse were left in his chest, throat and eye sockets, spinning meaninglessly in place.
Instead of being afraid that he had no tears, he should have been more afraid that the water in the bathtub would paralyze his blood vessels, causing the blood to flow out uncontrollably. Perhaps he would not even see the next day's sunrise before being buried alive.
"There's no use crying."
He Songfeng enjoyed Zhao Jieyi's despair with a smile on his face, his smile growing brighter and brighter, like a flower grown in the soil fertilized by the bones and blood of corpses.
Flowers that feed on carrion are always brighter than flowers that grow in poor soil.
He Songfeng squatted beside the bathtub, pinching the wound, and helped Zhao Jie clean it up with an expressionless face.
His hands were cold and delicate, and the contrast between them and Zhao Jieyi's ugly wound was really sharp.
"I hate you." He Songfeng said bluntly, "I hate you so much."
He Songfeng was trembling with hatred just by touching the body in front of him. The touch of the other person's skin made him unable to help but recall the night when he was half forced and half coaxed into bed by Zhao Jie.
The other person's rotten skin was tightly attached to his body, and he licked every inch of He Songfeng's body with his tongue. The other person did not hold a knife, but the knife stabbed sharply into his body, countless times, countless days and nights.
Invisible internal organs poured out of He Songfeng's skin like lumps of mud, and his blood flowed along with the knife.
He Songfeng fell to the ground and drained the water. Then he fled out of the bathroom with a knife, not forgetting to lock the door.
He walked around to the basement, stopped in front of the door, calculated the time, stretched out his hand to push the door, then silently withdrew it, turned around and went back upstairs.
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In the morning, He Songfeng's slender body was sunken in the soft bedding. He stretched out a pair of arms as white and tender as lotus roots, gently hugging the pillow, staring blankly at the corner of the curtain blown by the wind, his eyes looking straight ahead, really like a doll for people to play with.
Five minutes later, the alarm clock rang again. He Songfeng's shoulders trembled with fear. He hurriedly got up, combed his hair and dressed, not forgetting to kiss the beautiful He Songfeng in the mirror. The traces of lipstick were stuck in the center of the mirror, and He Songfeng quickly rubbed them away with his fingertips.
He Songfeng opened the bathroom door and saw the man inside, who hadn't slept all night, with a haggard and desperate look on his face.
"Remember what I said." He walked over and spoke while rubbing the lipstick oil on his fingertips on the other's wet and swollen skin.
The weather is very good today. The flowers on the roadside have already opened their buds and are vying to show off their beauty in the middle of the road.
“A-choo!”
The warm spring breeze was like countless pairs of admirers' hands, affectionately lifting up his long hair behind his head. He Songfeng stopped downstairs of the building, waiting for the elevator like everyone else.
Even if you are a boss, you cannot escape the tragedy of being late for clocking in because of waiting for the elevator.
The smile stopped abruptly the moment He Songfeng walked into the company gate, and the bright spring weather turned into snow in June.
Assistant Xiao Lin quickly stepped forward, pointing angrily in the direction of the conference room. "Mr. He! It's because you agreed to Mr. Cheng's extortion that they're now coming to claim compensation! You're a bunch of bad guys!"
Xiao Lin was so angry that he clenched his fists and stamped his feet, cursing the group of people over and over again, as if they were frying peanuts.
He Songfeng calmed down and walked into the conference room. Looking at the several middle-aged men with big bellies, dark faces and yellow teeth in front of him, he felt that the air was dirty and made him dizzy.
Assistant Xiao Lin helped He Songfeng pull out the chair.
He Songfeng sat down and asked directly: "What do you want to do?"
Countless obscene gazes full of sexual innuendo were directed at He Songfeng, as if countless hands were molesting him from head to toe. They were just short of bending down and crawling under the table to pry open He Songfeng's closed legs and get in to take a look.
The leader of the middle-aged men shouted excitedly, "Since you agreed to compensate Cheng Qiyong tenfold, then we must also compensate him tenfold."
He Songfeng looked straight at the man: "I refuse."
Before the leading man could say anything, someone on the side mocked him, "You refuse? Who are you to refuse? You're just a stray dog wearing a gold necklace here. Anyone can grab you."
Then someone else chimed in: "If you don't want to pay, then just take turns sleeping with us."
"Take turns? Hahahaha together--!"
They showed their disgusting teeth and laughed so hard that even the air turned into a foul smell.
He Songfeng raised his hand to fan himself, but the assistant girl took out a notebook and fanned him before him, glaring at those people angrily.
The leading man began to feel dissatisfied with He Songfeng's silence. He slammed his hand on the table and shouted, "Give me a definite answer. If you don't agree, you'll be sued. There are so many of us, and we'll wear you out to death."
He Songfeng opened his mouth and just as the breath was about to escape from his throat, he heard the door of the conference room behind him being violently kicked open, and the glass was shattered.
The violent man who kicked the door rushed over, stepping on the broken glass and making a crackling sound.
This is Cheng Yisha.
He grabbed the office chair that He Songfeng was sitting on with one hand and pushed it back, his broad back blocking He Songfeng. He slammed the table with both hands, making a sound several times louder than those disgusting middle-aged men in front of him, and the table vibrated horribly.
"I'm warning you, speak with respect!"
Cheng Yiliao scanned the men in front of him one by one, pointing from left to right, frowning and scolding them one by one: "You are not the actual controllers of his cooperative company at all. What gives you the confidence to embarrass him?"
"It's easy to get compensation. As long as you can provide direct data proving that your company's brand revenue has been damaged due to He Songfeng's reputation, he will of course pay double the compensation as stated in the contract."
“…………” There was silence at the table. You looked at me, I looked at him, then lowered your heads and said nothing.
"Can you take it out? No!"
Cheng Yiliao was in a rage, supporting the table with his left hand and pointing at people with his right hand.
"On the contrary, your brands have all gained significant exposure thanks to He Songfeng's incident. It's important to understand that his company isn't responsible for product promotion, but brand marketing. The visibility of some of your sub-brands has actually increased significantly due to his handling of the exhibitions and promotional activities. None of you have taken the initiative to pay the subsequent bonuses. He didn't ask you for the bonuses according to the terms of the contract, so he's already considered indifferent."
He Songfeng nodded thoughtfully, then he remembered that there was indeed such a thing.
He clasped his hands together, rubbed his fingers against each other guiltily, and secretly sighed: It turns out that money is not accumulated bit by bit, so I have no sensitivity to these things.
These men were speechless after being confronted by Cheng Yiliao. As Cheng Yiliao slammed the table and urged them to flee like a pig, they tucked their tails between their legs and fled in a hurry.
Cheng Yiliao turned around and the moment he saw He Songfeng, he couldn't say "Long time no see" which was stuck in his throat.
As Cheng Yiliao grew older, the exaggerated tendon muscles on his body disappeared, and his strong bones were covered with just the right amount of muscles. He had a slender figure and wore a pair of glasses. He looked particularly tall and handsome in a suit.
It is very different from the Cheng Yiliao in He Songfeng's memory.
Cheng Yiliao started stuttering when he saw He Songfeng.
"You...you...you...I, I got the news from my brother. I knew you were back, so I immediately came back to see you. That's why I just got off the plane."
To prove he wasn't lying, Cheng Yiliao impatiently pulled out his plane ticket from his pocket and stuffed it into He Songfeng's hand. Suddenly, he lost his composure and returned to the same impulsive young man he'd always been, clutching a basketball.
"I thought you would go into academia. I even got a PhD at Stanford, but now you've started a company."
Cheng Yiliao's expression fell into disgrace.
"I've tried really hard to be worthy of you. I like you and think about you all the time. Everything I do is to better see you. I want to be worthy of you. I don't want you to think of me as a bad person. I'm actually quite good. You want to be with me... well, forget it. I won't ask. You'll be mad if I ask. But I'm sure I've gotten better. You can try being with me. I mean, just as friends. Don't get me wrong, I'm not forcing you to be friends with me. If you don't want to, forget it. Don't forget it. I don't want to be with you anymore."
Cheng Yiliao spoke a lot in a very eloquent manner, immersed in his own sour teenage feelings.
There was a little girl eating melons standing in the conference room, and there was a crowd of people outside the office, all listening with their ears perked up.
"Boss He is truly amazing. I would like to call him the beloved white moonlight of all the wealthy young masters in Jialin City."
"Are you done?" He Songfeng asked.
"You think I'm annoying? Then I won't say anything." Cheng Yiliao pinched his mouth.
"Let's go now, and go out with the group of people just now."
He Songfeng pointed Cheng Yiliao in a direction.
He had guessed that Cheng Yiliao would not obey, so he once again shouted in a stronger tone: "Get out."
Cheng Yiliao left.
But he didn't walk far. He turned back to the company door and sat in the waiting area at the front desk.
He waited patiently until He Songfeng got off work, and followed closely behind He Songfeng.
He Songfeng squeezed into the elevator, and he also squeezed into the elevator.
Taking advantage of the fact that there were many people in the elevator, he carefully pinched He Songfeng's cuff with his lowered hand and slowly moved it downwards. Just as he was about to move it to the back of He Songfeng's hand, the elevator door opened and the crowd rushed out.
All previous efforts were in vain.
He Songfeng walked forward and he followed closely behind.
He Songfeng was about to get in the car, so he got in front of He Songfeng, squeezed in, and sat in the driver's seat.
"I'll take you home."
Cheng Yiliao rooted himself to the steering wheel like a scoundrel, his hands clenched tightly.
He Songfeng didn't refuse and turned around to sit in the back seat.
Through the rearview mirror inside the car, Cheng Yiliao couldn't see He Songfeng's emotions clearly, and couldn't tell whether he was happy, angry, or indifferent.
He Songfeng was like a solid piece of wood. Just like before, he tolerated Cheng Yiliao's rogue behavior infinitely without any resistance.
"Are you sure you want to go home with me?" He Songfeng suddenly spoke.
"Can I?"
Cheng Yiliao felt an intense gaze on his face. Faintly, he seemed to hear a faint chuckle, and then a thin, indistinct murmur:
"sure."
Cheng Yiliao followed the navigation to a detached villa in the suburbs.
The car turned from the spacious four-lane road into a narrow one-way street and drove into the woods.
Cheng Yiliao couldn't help but get out of the car outside the yard. He looked around. The surrounding grass and trees were lush and green. The wind blew through the treetops, making rustling sounds, as pleasant as wind chimes. Occasionally, a bird would be perched on a branch, startled by the sounds of human activities and flew away, flapping its wings and flying across the horizon.
An independent holiday villa stood quietly in front of Cheng Yiliao. When he thought that this was He Songfeng's home, he couldn't help but look over carefully.
Cheng Yiliao looked from the yard to the gate, saw the flowers and shrubs planted on both sides, then looked up at the building's facade painted snow-white, and then looked up again -
A twisted figure suddenly flew down from above his eye socket, and with a short and hoarse scream, it hit the center of his eyeball.
Cheng Yiliao saw clearly that it was a person, a dying person.
The strange thing is that the first thought that came to Cheng Yiliao’s mind was - to show his courtesy!
He was not frightened or ran away, but rolled up his sleeves and said excitedly:
"Let me help you deal with the body, so as not to dirty your clothes."
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The author has something to say: When it comes to being a dog, Cheng Qiyong still has to learn from his brother [Namaste]
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