The lights in the corridor were dim and only a small bulb of fifteen degrees was lit. Under the dim light, the visibility was extremely low.

Sun Crook, who is not good at drinking, drank a lot at night because he was irritable. Even if he didn't drink, he would usually walk deep and shallowly, and his feet were like stepping on cotton. Moreover, he was drunk a few cups tonight, even more so. His legs were so weak that they almost turned into noodles. He squirted with alcohol all over his mouth, and when he was shaking his body, he suddenly stepped on the air and threw his body forward.

In a subconscious reaction, he wanted to take a big step and cross two steps in a row to stabilize the unbalanced body. Unexpectedly, his legs were lifted up, but his toes didn't pass by and were blocked by the steps. Not to mention, the alcohol did not numb his nerves, and the drunken lame man reacted very slowly. His uncontrollable body was stunned and rushed to the left. In addition, the stairs were less than two meters wide. Fortunately, he grabbed the handrail in time and did not fall down. But the only intact calf of the right leg was firmly hit on the edge of the cement steps.

How hard the steps are! The surface of the calves and legs is covered by a layer of skin, and there is not even a little muscle under the skin. It is already very crisp. How can this be better if you hit it?

The pain made him scream with a terrifying cry, his face turned blue, and his body was covered in cold sweat. He grinned his teeth and squatted down, sat on the steps and hugged his legs and shivered.

In high heels, Jona was shocked, walking behind her, for fear that he would knock it out and then reach out to help him.

Originally, Jona was kind-hearted. But what had happened? Sun Crooked Zi pushed her away with a arrogant attitude. At the same time, he vented the evil fire in his heart on her body. His blood-covered little eyes were staring at Jona who was almost sprained by his push, and staggered and took several steps back. His fierce eyes seemed to be staring at a strange enemy. He roared violently and violently.

"Get out, get out of me. No good thing, I'm all good. I'm all good. I'm all kind-hearted and bullied. But how do you repay me? Ah? They're all a group of ungrateful wolves who are not familiar with me. Even a few gangsters dare to ride on my head and scatter and pee. Humph. OK, very good! One is counted as one, you wait for me, and wait for me! One day... One day, I'll kill you all! Kill them all, kill them all... And you, you, why are you standing there stupidly? Why don't you die quickly and help me? You think I'm easy to bully, right?"

"Didn't they just want to help you? You pushed them away again..." Jona was full of grievance and walked over with a whisper.

"What? What did you say?" Sun Cleniko stared at his eyes and roared, with a ferocious and perverse expression. Now he was like a beast trapped in a cage, a madman who had lost his mind and could not tolerate anyone saying a word. As soon as Jona walked over, he suddenly stood up, raised his hand and slapped Jona.

The crisp sound of flesh on the palm of your hand broke the silence, and it seemed unusually abrupt and loud in the corridor in the late night.

The cheeks were burning and Jona was stunned by a slap. It took a long time to react and a burst of anxiety rushed into her heart. She also screamed in tears without hesitation: "Are you crazy? Why are you hitting me?"

"Talking back?" Sun Crooked, backhanded, slapped! He slapped her half face again. "You stupid woman dare to talk back? I offer you food, drink, wear, and spend money. How dare you talk back? Without me, what are you? Bah, a bitch who is overwhelmed by thousands of people!"

"You?" Jona was very aggrieved and humiliated. She bit her lip and her eyes were like fire. But she also knew that Sun Crazy was not happy today. He was venting himself by venting himself. If he was smart, don't mess with him at this time. He would let him do whatever he wanted to say or scold him. Otherwise, no one would stop him in the middle of the night, and he could beat him to death. Today's loss, such humiliation, will be found in the future.

So, this smart and scheming woman, Jona, covered her face, lowered her head and sobbed like an angry little wife, allowing Sun Crazy to roar, vent, and scold her like a madman.

It was late at night. Even if the neighbors living on the same floor heard the noise outside the door, no one came out to meddle in other people's business. It's better to have less than more things. The principles of ordinary people's affairs are nothing more than that. Besides, the fight and quarrel in the middle of the night made the neighbors uneasy. Who must be drunk and crazy? I'm just meddling in other people's business, do you think your life is long? Hum...

When Sun Cutezi finished venting, the pain in his legs was slightly relieved. They had been wasting nearly half an hour in the corridor. Sun Cutezi pushed away Jonah, who was trying to help him upstairs again. Holding the handrail of the stairs, he limped to the third floor.

Jona, who was following him, dared not neglect. Before Sun Cleemon could speak, she took the key and opened the door. Then she took two steps back carefully, hid aside, and let Sun Cleemon advance.

Sun Crooked, pulled the affected area on his leg, and grinned into the room every step.

As soon as he walked into the living room, his expression froze instantly.

What's going on?

He found a person in the room. He was a decent dark gray high-end suit, wearing a white shirt inside and a navy blue tie under his neck. He was not tall, but calm and noble, and his face looked quite familiar.

"Who are you? Why are you in my home?" Sun Cleezi sobered up most of the time and asked cautiously. The man's outward aura made him dare not underestimate him, so although he was questioning, he was much more polite in his words.

"Haha, who am I? I want to ask who you are? This place is obviously my own home, so how could it become your home?"

The middle-aged man smiled and looked at Sun Crooked with interest, slowly approaching him.

Just now, I felt that this person was extremely familiar with his appearance. When the middle-aged man approached, Sun Crouchi seemed to have found his own shadow from the other person. He looked so similar to him! No, it was not just a similarity. The two seemed to be cast from the same mold. If I hadn't been sure that my mother gave birth to one of them back then, he would really doubt whether he had a twin brother or younger brother in this world.

Sun Crouchi slapped his face twice and pinched his thighs. He wondered if he had hallucinations in his brain because he drank too much. Otherwise, how could a person who looked exactly like him appear in the family?

It hurts, the face hurts, and the legs hurts. Rubbing the eyes, the person in front of him is still standing there. All this is true, not dreaming or hallucination.

While Sun Crooker was shocked, he also felt huge fear.

Who is this person? Why do you say this is his home... Sun Clever suddenly burst into tears. He said this is his home. What about me? Who am I?

At this moment, Sun Crook's drunkenness completely subsided and he became completely awake.

"Joe, Jona?" Sun Cleniko was extremely shocked and screamed in dismay. He shouted loudly at Jona behind him.

But he didn't react for a long time. He looked back suddenly and found that Jona was surprised and looked straight. He stared straight at a corner in front of him. He screamed and threw away the exquisite pink little Kun bag. He threw off his high heels and knelt down in front of the coffee table. Because there were stacks of brand new hundred-dollar bills on it, roughly counting, it would cost more than 100,000 yuan.

Jona carefully touched it with her fingers, then suddenly hugged it all in her arms, and her eyes rolled, and she fainted in excitement.

"Jona? Joe..."

"Stop shouting, she can't hear it, she fainted."

The middle-aged man approached step by step, and Sun Crooked back step by step. He asked in a trembling voice as he retreated, "Who are you?"

Bang! He leaned his back against the wall next to the door, and had no choice but to retreat. He watched the middle-aged man approaching with horror.

The middle-aged man held his elbow with one hand and rubbed his chin with the other hand. He withdrew his gaze from Sun Cuzi. He shook his head with regret. "I used to be such a stupid person! Oh, fortunately I was very successful later. If I had always had such virtue, I might as well die."

"You, what do you mean?"

"You pig! Extremely stupid." The middle-aged man suddenly became furious. He was arrogant and moved roughly over Sun Crooker's face. He shouted at him: "Open your eyes wide and take a look. Look at my face shape, nose, eyes, mouth, and then reach out to touch the scratches on your waist. Are our heights, fatness, and weight the same? And legs... Oh, I forgot, at that time, our legs were not well... In short, look at everything on me, and then look back at yourself. Do you have all the things I have?"

"Wait." Sun Cleniko struggled hard to pull away his arm and asked with a heavy breath: "Tell me, how did the scratches on his back come from?"

"How did it come?" The middle-aged man laughed strangely: "Many years ago, on the wedding night, not only Miao Lan saw blood. You, me, we both saw blood too? Miao Lan's woman was excited and very excited! Hahaha..."

The middle-aged man laughed wildly, and Sun Crook looked at him foolishly, touching his back with his back unconsciously. The scratches were private secrets that no one knew except himself. The other party was right, it was indeed the one who was overly excited by Miao Lan on the night of the wedding that night, Miao Lan, who was overly excited, cut with his fingernail. If he could say it, it proves... it proves that he, he is himself. He is him.

This is unacceptable, and the fact that it really happens in front of him completely subverts his cognition.
Chapter completed!