Sure enough, as Han Jie said, Chen Zhe and he walked into the elevator. No staff came to serve them along the way, and no one came to stop them. There were no cameras. The two of them got on the elevator and went straight to the door of a VIP room.
Chen Zhe suddenly realized: "It seems that the confidentiality work here is very good. Probably because the identities of the people who come here are not visible to the public."
Han Jie smiled and opened the elevator door. He turned around and explained to Chen Zhe: "This is specially prepared for people within the system. Their identities are sensitive. They want to play without being caught."
He took out a door card and swiped it lightly. The door opened in response.
The black cloth bag was dragged into the house by him. Chen Zhe felt that Han Jie hesitated for a moment when he entered the door.
This luxuriously decorated VIP room was of incomparable significance to him. There was a woman who was the most important to him in his life. She jumped out of the large window and was shattered to pieces.
Han Jie threw the black bag aside. He took out a photo from his pocket, wiped it gently and put it on the table. The photo showed a young girl wearing sportswear. Her face was pure and her eyes were clear. She was looking forward to a better life in the future. yearning and hope.
Han Jie took out a small incense burner and placed it on the table. He took three more incense sticks and said, "How many years have you been dead? Five years. Four years. I can't even remember. I don't dare to remember. Even paper money. I didn’t even burn it for you. It’s my fault.”
Although Chen Zhe is a cultivator, he was also horrified when he heard it. Looking at Han Jie's expression, he felt as if he had really seen the girl.
He couldn't hear the answer. Han Jie laughed at himself: "It must be strange. In fact, I blame myself too. But today I finally came. I brought a friend of mine."
He pulled Chen Zhe: "You are my friend and brother. I brought you to meet my woman. The three of us just have a drink. She was the best drinker in her lifetime."
Han Jie turned around and took a bottle of wine and three glasses. He filled them up, gave one to Chen Zhe, kept one for himself, and left one on the table.
"Done, brother." He raised his head and drank it all in one gulp. The remaining wine fell on the ground.
Chen Zhe drank the wine in his hand.
Han Jie took out a stack of paper money, lit it and threw it into a basin. He took out two cigarettes, lit them with the flames and smiled slightly: "I don't know how to burn paper for people. But I know that people are dead when they die. No matter how much money you burn, you won't get anything back. Burning paper is for the living, not the dead. Just make do with it."
Chen Zhe:......
Han Jie opened the black cloth bag, revealed Han Cheng's head, and poured some wine from the bottle. Han Cheng woke up leisurely. The first thing he saw was Han Jie. He was shocked: "Why is it you?"
I turned around and saw Chen Zhe again: "Why is he here too?"
"It's me. Is this room familiar?" Han Jie didn't bother to talk nonsense with him anymore. He directly raised Han Cheng to the window: "Kill people to pay for their lives, and debts to pay for their money. It's a pity that you killed many people, but you only have one life. It’s really an advantage for you.”
Han Cheng suddenly realized. He understood that Han Jie was going to kill him. He hurriedly shouted: "Don't kill me yet. We are two brothers. Do you want money? I will give it to you. How much do you want? Ten million. One Hundreds of millions. Just name the number..."
"You keep the money and spend it. I only want your life." Han Jie smiled slightly and pushed Han Cheng to the window. The upper half of his body fell outside.
Han Cheng's body was weak. He couldn't resist at all. His upper body was blown cold by the wind: "Why do you want to kill me? I have to die to understand...Chen Zhe. Chen Zhe. Don't let him kill me. I won't I'm against you. I'll give you whatever you want..."
Han Cheng's nose burst into tears and he begged in an extremely embarrassed manner. Even his voice was crying. This man who never took other people's lives seriously was also cowering and fearful when it came to his own death.
"I know you have harmed countless girls. I must have forgotten about it. But this is the 18th floor. It will take a long time to fall. It's enough for you to think about it." Han Jie didn't give him a chance to speak and pushed him directly. Go down.
He clapped his hands and walked to the table. He cleaned up the things on the table and wiped the traces of the two of them clean: "Fang Qian. Revenge has been avenged. Let's meet again."
Throw the photo of the girl into the fire. Watch the photo burn into a pile of black charcoal...
This shameless second-generation rich man has long been crying to the point of bursting into tears...
Han Jie's mood seemed to disappear faster than Chen Zhe's. When he left the door, he returned to his smiling and hateful look.
He sent Chen Zhe away. Before leaving, he said to Chen Zhe: "Han Cheng's death. They didn't know it was me. It's all on your head. But now that he's dead, I have a lot more say than before." .Try to help you suppress it as much as possible..."
Chen Zhe nodded to show that he knew. He didn't pay much attention to it. Han Jie looked carefree. But he was doing things safely. You can rest assured.
The front is Yang Hui's home. But this time Yang Hui and Yang Rui are both at home.
Today, Hu Xiaoyin is not knitting seat cushions at home. Instead, she is leaning pale in her wheelchair in the yard and basking in the sun. Yang Rui is weaving handmade seat cushions. However, the quality is much different from what she knitted.
Yang Hui was reading a book, probably about Kung Fu. When he saw Chen Zhe, he nodded expressionlessly, and then turned a blind eye to Chen Zhe.
This man with facial paralysis will probably never be able to speak a few words in his life.
"Brother, you're here. Sit here." Yang Rui became more enthusiastic. She moved a chair and put it in front of Chen Zhe. She smiled sweetly: "Sister Xiaoyin has been suffering from the cold these days. I'm here to help her. Already."
"Don't worry about me. Go and do your own work." Chen Zhe greeted her and sat down.
Hu Xiaoyin next to her couldn't help but look up at him. She seemed to be very ill. Chen Zhe smiled and said to her, "I have two pieces of news I want to tell you this time."
"What news?" she asked softly.
Chen Zhe replied: "The first is that Han Cheng is dead. The second is that I want to try to heal your legs."
Upon hearing the news of Han Cheng's death, the weak girl's eyes brightened up. Then they turned dim: "If you die, just die. My legs can be saved."
"So I said I wanted to give it a try. I wasn't very sure. But it's better to try than not to try." Chen Zhe rubbed his hands and stood up: "I'll push you into the room first."
Yang Hui's home is very simple. But his neighbor has already bought a house in the city. The two families dug through the courtyard wall and became a single family. The place is twice as big. Hu Xiaoyin and his wife live on the other side, which is quite convenient.
Anyway, Yang Hui didn't care. Yang Rui helped him push Hu Xiaoyin to the next door: "Sister Xiaoyin, I want to carry you to the bed."
Hu Xiaoyin's upper body was healthy, but she had no feeling in her lower body. In the past, her mother would lift her up and down. Yang Rui was small and weak. It took a long time. Chen Zhe couldn't bear it anymore and had to say: "I'd better help. You guys, let me explain in advance. I don’t want to take advantage of you.”
"You let us live here. You also helped me find a market for woven seat cushions. The most important thing is to help me kill Han Jie. I don't know how to thank you. Even if you let me sleep with you... I am very willing. "Hu Xiaoyin spoke in a calm tone and glanced at Chen Zhe.
There was really nothing Chen Zhe could do to her. He had clearly helped her out of pure innocence. She had to think wrongly.
Hu Xiaoyin was very light. She stood up as soon as she was hugged. He gently put her on the bed and let her lie down on the bed.
Yang Rui immediately said alertly: "Brother, you must be thirsty. I'll get you some water."
"No. I don't drink."
But Yang Rui seemed to be afraid of being a light bulb. After saying that, he turned around and ran away. He didn't even hold Chen Zhela back.
Damn it. Did this little girl make room for us? Chen Zhe felt that he had no idea about Hu Xiaoyin at all. Even Qin Xin couldn't deal with it.
In order to prove his innocence, Chen Zhe had no choice but to chase him out. Yang Hui happened to be sitting outside. Chen Zhe asked casually: "Where did Yang Rui go?"
Yang Hui didn't even raise his head. He just pointed outside the door...
Damn, it’s not like we have to go that far.
He probably wouldn't be back for a while. Chen Zhe had no choice but to go back to Hu Xiaoyin: "The little girl disappeared without a trace. I still want her to help me."
Hu Xiaoyin was wearing a shabby pajamas. It was loose and empty. She was lying on a shabby folding bed. She turned her head and glanced at Chen Zhe: "How should I treat it?"
"Uh, you pull your clothes up first..." Chen Zhe felt a little embarrassed when he said this. It seemed more like he was taking advantage of her.
Hu Xiaoyin lay on the bed and said coldly: "Then just pull it."
"It's better you do it." Chen Zhe said helplessly.
Hu Xiaoyin glared at him: "I can't reach the clothes on the back..."
Okay. Yang Rui ran away again until his shadow disappeared. Yang Hui was just a humanoid piece of wood. Chen Zhe had no choice but to lift up the hem of Hu Xiaoyin's clothes, revealing the girl's smooth and white back, revealing the straps of her underwear...
Chen Zhe coughed: "There are also pants. You need to take them down a bit. You can do this."
"Um."
Hu Xiaoyin reached behind and pulled hard. She took off her pants, revealing a pair of white cotton underwear. The shape of her buttocks was plump and attractive. Chen Zhe, who was clearly not thinking wrongly, was breathing a little faster.
He suddenly remembered the scene when Liu Wen was exposed in the hospital. But he didn't know if Liu Wen had already gone for surgery.
She was a little shy now. Lying on the bed, her voice was as low as a mosquito: "Hancheng didn't take advantage of me that time. So it's my first time. But I can't feel my lower body. I can't... I'm sorry. But wait a moment." It's best to be gentle. It won't be good if my mother finds out..."
After she finished speaking, she waited for a long time and found that Chen Zhe had no response. She turned around and found that Chen Zhe was in a daze, as if he was remembering something.
"What are you doing?" she asked strangely.
"It's okay, it's okay."
He lifted Hu Xiaoyin's pants up again, rubbed his hands to warm them, and then gently pressed them on Hu Xiaoyin's waist. She didn't have any cultivation skills, so it was easy for her true energy to invade her meridians.
"Is it hot?" Chen Zhe asked.
Hu Xiaoyin nodded.
Chen Zhe frowned and asked, "Where is the heat?"
Hu Xiaoyin hesitated: "My whole body is very hot..."
That's not right. Why is your whole body so hot?
Chen Zhe saw the girl nervously holding the sheets under her body. He suddenly realized that she was still misunderstanding...