Quick Wear: The Host is Dangerous and Sultry

He waited quietly until the cold water filled the entire bath.

He lay down silently, took out the blade he had prepared long ago, pointed it at his wrist, and slashed hard.

The burning blood flowed out, and he watched indifferently as it continued to spread and spread along the water flow.

The bathroom soon turned scarlet.

Shockingly red.

His eyes slowly closed, and all the troubles in the world and the rampant clamor in his mind like evil ghosts seemed to have gone away with him at this moment.

I have never felt so peaceful and calm inside.

The sound of water continues...

"Little words." Father Han smiled and greeted him politely.

Huo Quci is here.

"Hello, uncle." He nodded and responded politely.

He has broken off contact with Zuo Jiling and Jiang Cheng among the people he used to be close to, and now the only one he still has contact with is Han Shuqi.

The table was already filled with food. The two of them waited downstairs for a long time, but did not wait for Han Shuqi to come down.

"This kid, we made an appointment to have dinner together today, but it's already late in the afternoon and he's still sleeping in." Father Han smiled helplessly and was about to go upstairs to call him down.

Huo Quci nodded, feeling calm inside.

Upstairs, Father Han shouted Han Shuqi's name several times, then rushed to the bathroom and banged the door hard! Shout his name almost crazily!

His pupils shrank, he realized something was wrong, and immediately ran upstairs.

"boom"! "boom!"

They banged the door hard. Huo Quci's face turned pale. He suddenly remembered something and took out his pistol.

Her hands shook, this was something she had touched before.

After several gunshots, they saw a bloody, sad and shocking scene in front of them.

"Son! Son..." Father Han took out his son who was soaked in blood. His whole body was cold and his face was as pale as a dead man.

He was breathless in pain, and he had never felt so deeply how important his son was to him, and was the only pillar that supported him going forward.

Huo Quci stood at the door in a daze, looking at Han Shuqi who had been like a demon king since he was a child and loved to play sinister ways. Afterwards, no matter how miserable he hurt the other person, he always smiled and gloated. He had done a lot of Han Shuqi is fearless when it comes to doing bad things.

His face is now pale, his limbs are cold, the smile is no longer on his face, and there are water drops on his eyelashes. The dazzling blond hair is wet and hangs down dimly...

Huo Quci was filled with shock.

There was a period of chaos...

Until the person was put into the ambulance and then transported to the hospital. When he was about to be sent to the emergency room, he approached him and heard him say softly. He didn't know if it was his imagination.

"Little delicate flower"

Huo Quci's body trembled.

The name that was buried deep in his heart and that no one could easily touch...

That evening, he waited at the door of the emergency room, lowered his head, and fell into silence at the string of numbers on his phone that were so familiar that they were engraved in his bones.

He didn't know what it was for or who it was for.

He looked at the phone, his fingers even trembling as he pressed the number.

Jiaoyang drove the car to Jiang Cheng's house. She was now instructing people to move her things. She wanted to move all her things before Jiang Cheng came back.

She sat quietly in front of the window, facing the comings and goings of the people around her, as if she had long been used to it and had no feeling at all.

The cell phone rang.

She picked up the phone and looked at the numbers inside for a while.

She raised her finger and hung up the phone.

Two more chapters.