Watch the fastest hand-hair station/ mobile reading. For a moment, he only felt that his eyes were black, and his throat was filled with a fishy-sweet smell that suffocated him and made him almost unsteady in pain.

His eyes began to redden, his hands strained hard, and he roared: "Lu Jinhan, you TMD shut up for me, shut up!" ”

He couldn't say anything other than the words 'shut up'.

Because, he knew very well that what Lu Jinhan said was right.

In fact, he could see from Song Yinyin's attitude towards himself just now.

She hates him!

She hated him......

The pain was so great that it turned into the claws of a beast and strangled so his neck that he couldn't spit out a word except for a heavy gasp.

Angry blood rushed wildly to his brain, almost shattering his veins.

The muscles of his whole body tensed, filled with the energy that destroyed everything.

His mind was in a mess, as if there were a lot of things rushing out, and it was as if there was only a blank space.

The hand that pinched the steering wheel happened to be his burned hand.

At this time, because of the hard grip on the steering wheel, the blood blisters on the back of the hand have burst, and blood has seeped out.

And he didn't feel it.

He only felt as if his heart had stopped beating, and the pain was unbearable.

In a fit of rage, he hung up the phone and slammed it out.

Bang Dong –

There was a loud bang.

The phone hit the windshield in front of it, immediately smashing out a crack.

Yan Kejun sat in place like this, raising his head, his eyes falling on the sky outside the window.

The clouds in front of us were so low and rolling that they were like the sea when a storm came, making the whole sky look gloomy.

He only felt that his heart seemed to be shrouded in a dark cloud, pressed heavily, and he couldn't breathe.

Staying in the hospital is no longer helpful.

Like a walking corpse, he started the engine in a daze, and he didn't know when the car was on the road.

He drove the car around in circles, spinning and turning, until he suddenly came to his senses and realized that he had unconsciously driven the car back to the street where he had lived as a child.

There used to be memories of him and Song Yinyin.

They played together when they were young, they went to the same elementary and middle school together, and the scenery here is still the same as before.

However, everything is different.

He found a stone bench there and sat for more than an hour, until the wind rose and he suddenly felt cold, and then he got up and left.

When I returned to Yan's house, it was already late.

The butler was startled when he saw the burns on his hands.

"Young Master, why are your hands so swollen? Oops, where did it burn? Hurry up and go to the hospital to deal with it, the injury is so bad, it will definitely be infected! ”

Yan Kejun shook his head indifferently, as if he didn't feel pain.

He asked the butler, "What about my uncle?" ”

"Just got back to the room, probably ......"

Before the housekeeper could finish speaking, Yan Kejun had already turned around and went to the inner room, walking directly to Yan Zhengxiong's room.

The door was hidden.

At this point in time, Yan Zhengxiong is likely to have slept.

But Yan Kejun couldn't wait, he knocked on the door directly: "Uncle? Did you sleep? ”

After an interval of four or five seconds, Yan Zhengxiong's voice came from inside: "I'm getting ready to sleep." What, what's the matter? ”

"Yes, I have something to look for you."

"Come in."

Yan Kejun pushed the door and entered.

Yan Zhengxiong was wearing a set of pajamas, and it really looked like he was going to sleep.

Yan Kejun bowed slightly, risked being beaten, and said directly: "Uncle, I'm ...... I wanted to stop the original plan and I regretted it. To watch the first new chapter of the festival, please go to the mobile address --- Tangke Xing: