The bodyguard next to him held up an umbrella to prevent the boss from getting wet.
"Why didn't you even look at me for the last time... Why would you save me in my old age..."
Sang Shiyan kissed the person in his arms tenderly, and finally picked him up and walked into the house. There was blood all over the floor.
Bright bedroom.
He personally took the bullet out of the young man's head and gently cleaned off the blood.
Then put the person in the white bathtub, clean the young man's body with formalin, wipe it clean with a clean towel, and put on clothes.
During this process, the young man closed his eyes and let Sang Shiyan do whatever he wanted with his body.
Sang Shiyan wiped the young man's closed eyes with his fingertips, with a gentle look on his face: "You don't even want to open your eyes, don't you want to see me so much?"
After putting on his clothes one by one, he carried the person to the bed, lay down and shared the bed with the corpse.
It's so quiet tonight.
Sang Shiyan pressed his pale lips: "Don't you usually scold me? Why don't you say anything today?"
He hugged the stiff body tightly, trying to warm the cold body with his body, and their hands were crossed with fingers: "Brother Lin, wait for me..." I will come to you soon.
It's a bit cool tonight.
According to what Sang Shiyan's bodyguard revealed privately, the boss stayed in the room holding the pretty boy's body for three days.
On the fourth day, I came out.
He became a cold and aloof person, not only selling off his properties and family businesses, but also quickly changing his nationality.
Half a year later, a spontaneous group of mercenaries appeared in northern Myanmar. They were armed with the latest guns and ammunition and ravaged northern Myanmar. The bosses of the park were brutally disemboweled. The place was bombed to the point that not even ashes were left.
As for that team, no one knows.
A remote and quiet house somewhere in China.
"I'm here." Sang Shiyan swallowed the poison and fell into endless darkness while holding the corpse he had maintained.
The wrists of their clasped hands had identical red strings.
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