Passerby A died unlucky and changed his fate

"Why don't you eat?"

"Not hungry."

"drink water?"

"Not thirsty."

Leng Yunting frowned and put down his chopsticks, "Yan An, is this your attitude towards me now? Don't forget that we are an engaged couple."

Yan An crossed his arms and leaned back in his chair. "It's because we're engaged that I feel most relaxed around you. This is called intimacy."

Leng Yunting, "..."

Yan An lowered his head and poked his phone a few times, but the message failed to be sent because the phone had no signal.

She looked up at Leng Yunting, "Do you have a signal on your phone?"

Leng Yunting picked up the phone on the table and took a look, "No."

He continued to cut his steak, eating it slowly.

Being so calm, there was obviously something wrong. Yan An stood up to open the door and tried to pry it open...but it didn't move.

I don't know where she got the confidence from, but she actually thought she could remove the door lock directly.

Yan An twisted his wrist and looked at Leng Yunting coldly.

There are windows in the private room, but this is the 25th floor...

Yan An grabbed Leng Yunting's collar.

He fixed his gaze on Yan An's expressionless face and sneered, "Yan An, do you really like me, or are you just pretending?"

As the two of them got closer, Yan An felt the temperature of his body slowly rising.

A strange feeling rose from within my body.

Then the man in front of her, whose collar she was holding, seemed to be filtered, so handsome that people couldn't help but take a bite.

Yan An let go of his hand and took several steps back in shock.

How is that possible? She didn't eat anything at all.

Her eyes fell on the wisp of white smoke rising from the incense burner beside the small couch. There was indeed a faint fragrance in the air.

Leng Yunting took off his suit, untied his tie, threw it aside, and slowly walked towards Yan An.

His angular face was stained with an abnormal red.

"Yan An, you are drunk."

Yan An's eyelids twitched wildly.

Leng Yunting knew clearly that she didn't drink anything, but still said that.

So what happened today was intentional on his part.

He's crazy?

He doesn't love Lin Yue anymore?

Yan An felt dizzy, then his body went limp and his legs trembled like noodles.

Leng Yunting slowly approached, his hot fingers sliding across Yan An's neck and landing on Yan An's collar.

"Pa!" A crisp slap sobered up Leng Yunting, who had deliberately allowed himself to fall into drugs.

A flash of violence flashed across his eyes, and he stepped forward and wanted to slap Yan An.

So many women wanted to get into his bed, but they never had the chance.

Now that she has been given the opportunity, why doesn't she take advantage of it.

What is she still pretending?

There was a loud "bang bang" sound in the private room. Ji Qian, who was hiding outside the room, left with a red face and asked people not to disturb her.

We agreed to cultivate feelings, so...

Young people nowadays are really...

But at this moment, it was not what Ji Qian had imagined.

Although Yan An's head was buzzing, it did not prevent her from locking Leng Yunting.

It’s just that men are naturally stronger, and Leng Yunting is tall and strong.

The two of them wrestled with each other, slowly wearing away Yan An's remaining strength, leaving her feeling somewhat powerless.

Yan An was slapped several times, with a bloody smell in his mouth and his vision blurred. He kicked the person who rushed towards him away based on his feeling.

She tried to get up, but was pushed back to the ground.

The system was so anxious that it cursed the male protagonist of the sadistic novel as a beast in her mind.

The down jacket was unbuttoned and thrown away, the cotton-padded jacket was unbuttoned and thrown away, and the small scarf on the sweater was unbuttoned and thrown away.

The sweater was too tight. Leng Yunting, who was already exhausted, gasped and looked at Yan An's bright red sweater with gritted teeth.

Why are you wearing so much?!

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Yan An touched something hard and cold metal.

I just bumped into the table and something fell on the carpet.

It's a steak knife!

Yan An grabbed the knife with his backhand and stabbed Leng Yunting's neck with force.

This bastard bullies her like this, he deserves to die.

[Dear! You can't kill the hero. Killing him will trigger a vicious cycle, the world will restart, and the plot will become increasingly dramatic. The difficulty of survival will increase greatly!]

Yan An paused his movements.

The world restarts, will the plot get even more dramatic?

Yan An regained his composure and threw the knife away.

I have to start over again, so I’d better not kill him first.

She can still control the current situation.

It's not just Leng Yunting who will drain her energy, she will too.

She has a small vest under her sweater, and an autumn sweater under the small vest.

Not to mention anything else, this sweater has a very small collar, it would be strange if it could be taken off.

At this time, Yan An didn't realize that she felt that killing was just a matter of whether one could kill, not whether one dared to kill.

Leng Yunting leaned over to Yan An's ear like a dog. It was obvious that he was a little out of control due to the influence of the drugs.

Yan An picked up the small scarf on the side, passed it directly through Leng Yunting's neck, tied it up and tightened it.

Leng Yunting struggled and Yan An kicked him away.

"Hmm." Leng Yunting groaned and lay on the ground, curled up like a shrimp.

He picked up the knife on the table and cut his arm. The pain made Yan An more clear-headed.

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Zhao Heqian, who had intended to follow Yan An and plan to have a chance encounter with him, saw Ji Qian sitting in the lobby outside the restaurant with a flushed face.

The lady clasped her hands together, her face tense.

This aroused his suspicion.

He asked the staff about the private room where Ji Qian came out, but the waiter's stuttering made him even more alarmed.

When he took out his ID, the staff member panicked and said, "I don't know what happened in the room. It seemed like a fight. The manager told us not to say anything and not to get close."

Zhao Heqian's mind buzzed, "Lead the way."

The man took Zhao Heqian over. There were indeed some noises coming from the private room, but the door could not be opened.

"It's locked... locked. I don't have the key."

Zhao Heqian didn't care about the key and just kicked the door open.

There were a few "bang bang" kicks, but the door was very strong and could not be kicked open.

Zhao Heqian forced himself to calm down, straightened the iron ring on the keychain, bent the end into a hook and inserted it into the keyhole.

"Click" the lock is opened.

Zhao Heqian pushed the door open and walked in. The scene in the private room made his heart rise to his throat.

Yan An, wearing a bright red sweater and with messy hair, was pinching the neck of the man whose shirt was torn with one hand and slapping the man in the face again and again.

There was a lot of blood on the ground on one side.

The man was half-conscious and his face was swollen.

The staff exclaimed, "Ah!"

He seemed to have seen a murder scene.

The murderer seemed to be disturbed by his scream and looked at him with cold eyes, but at this time the murderer's face was flushed and even the corners of his eyes were red, which concealed the coldness of his eyes.

His eyes became filled with anger and resentment.

The door of the private room was closed and he was pushed out, and the police officer went in.

He was at a loss as to what to do when he saw the manager running over hurriedly with the lady who had booked the private room.

The door of the private room was opened again, and a person wrapped in the officer's coat walked out. The look in his eyes before leaving scared him so much that he broke out in a cold sweat.

Ji Qian exclaimed when she saw Leng Yunting, who was not aware of his own safety in the private room.

This matter was shameful, and Ji Qian did not dare to speak out. She just asked the manager to keep the people in the store under control and hurriedly called an ambulance.

Zhao Heqian took Yan An in his arms and took a taxi to the hospital.

The blood flowing from Yan An's arm had dyed the bright red sweater dark red.

Her breathing was hot, but her face was getting paler and paler.