How did finding a wife for the villain become giving away a husband?

"What? Is this needle for acupuncture? If not, I suspect you are planning to attack me. If you want to attack me, this price..."

"You probably don't want to experience it, right?"

Song Wenjing squeezed hard, and Yang Yi couldn't bear it anymore and let go of the silver needle in his hand.

Shit! Is this guy trying to break his hand?

"Ding."

Yang Yixin was already dead. It was all over. The sneak attack had failed, and he had been caught red-handed.

The evidence fell to the ground.

Yang Yi wanted to ask An for help, but unfortunately he heard An read a line of words, "The hand drum... is quite beautiful, but I don't know what material it is made of."

Translated it means: Yi, are you suitable to be a human skin drum?

An's words happened to be heard by both of them, but Song Wenjing felt that the young man's voice was very nice, as clear as a spring, and touching.

who is he?

The young man's face was blocked by the book, and Song Wenjing could only see his flawless white chin.

Yang Yi: “…….”

He doesn't want to be a human drum. If he surrenders, he will be threatened!

Yang Yi said flatteringly: "Brother, I said I didn't mean it, do you believe me?" He was the one who lost the rice while trying to steal the chicken.

"Haha! I killed you, and I said I didn't mean it. Do you believe me? Come on, I'll take you to exercise. You have to behave well, okay? I have a bad temper." Song Wenjing said sarcastically.

Song Wenjing pulled the man away and picked up the needle at his feet, intending to let Yang Yi perform acupuncture on him. He wanted to get rid of this man quickly and then go make friends with the young man.

He felt that the young man was very familiar, and he wanted to go over and hug him.

Yang Yi was dragged away by Song Wenjing. He immediately struggled and shouted, "What are you...what are you doing? Let me go..." Help! Murder!

He was always the one torturing others, why was it the other way around now?

The man in white clothes next to him was about to rescue Yang Yi when An gave him a cold look. The man stopped and didn't dare to move forward.

I thought to myself: Yi, I wish you the best! I dare not disobey An's wishes!

An looked at Song Wenjing's back with fascination. Whenever he thought of Song Wenjing appearing in his secret room and belonging to him alone forever, he couldn't help but tremble with excitement.

Like a madman.

The people in the gym had already run away. When someone left, the others thought of something and left secretly.

There are only four people in the gym now.

Song Wenjing pushed Yang Yi onto the equipment, placed the silver needles on Yang Yi's hand and said, "I've never seen anyone do acupuncture before. Show me how!"

Song Wenjing's tone did not allow for rejection!

Yang Yi wanted to refuse, after all, he had only used this needle on others and had never used it on himself. But the person in front of him was obviously not going to let him go easily.

"Try your feet." Song Wenjing said. He didn't want to do this, but this man insisted on attacking him, and that was a serious matter.

Here, being soft-hearted is a disease!

"You still have silver needles on you, take them all out! Don't take my words lightly, I know you still have some." Song Wenjing's eyes were dark and his tone was impatient.

"If you don't obey, I will have no choice but to send you to see the King of Hell!"

Yang Yi took out the needle from his body tremblingly. He had never done acupuncture before and knew nothing about it. What if he inserted the needle in the wrong place, he would be paralyzed!

After a while, Yang Yi's feet were covered with dense needles. He forced a smile and said, "But... is it okay?" It hurt so much. He felt that something was wrong with his feet, but he couldn't put his finger on it.

"Okay, let's go for a run!" Song Wenjing said after taking a look. Anyway, this is just an appetizer.

"Okay... okay." Yang Yi put away the needle and stood on the treadmill with a fearless attitude, while Song Wenjing stood in front of the treadmill.

The speed was getting faster and faster, and Yang Yi almost fell several times, but he didn't dare to say anything because Song Wenjing was obviously still angry.

An hour later, Yang Yi finally couldn't hold on any longer. He gasped and begged for mercy, "I...I can't do it anymore. I was really wrong. Next time I see you, I will stay away from you."

Oh! You'd better not let An catch you, otherwise he will definitely make this person suffer.

Song Wenjing pressed the pause button. Yang Yi was so tired that he lay on the ground with his hands on the equipment. His body was full of the stench of sweat.

Song Wenjing walked up to him, stepped on his foot, and said gently, "Friend, next time, please know your limits, okay? Don't attack others from behind, or you won't be able to bear the consequences."

"I hate it when people stare at me."

He spoke while pushing hard until blood oozed out of his shoe. He then took his foot away, picked up a needle beside him and stabbed Yang Yi's hand hard.

The needle penetrated Yang Yi's entire hand.

"I hope I don't see you again in the future. Seeing you makes me feel unlucky, and then I get upset, and when I'm upset I tend to hit people. I hope you'll be more sensible."

After saying that, Song Wenjing left. He walked to the chair where the young man was sitting to see if he was still there, but unfortunately the chair was empty.

The books on the table were gone too.

Song Wenjing walked out of the door feeling a little disappointed.

The house upstairs was just bought by Song Wenjing. He had measured the original owner's house with the landlord and bought it in full. Just consider it a souvenir!

The house upstairs has three bedrooms and a living room, and is quite spacious.

Song Wenjing had earned the money for the house himself. He had some computer skills and could earn money by taking on a task. He still couldn't afford to buy the house upstairs outright.

If he gets a few more orders in a few days, he can buy it!

In his previous life, before he was bound to the system, he had never been to school, but his father, for the sake of his reputation, still hired a tutor for him. His father would meet his other requests as long as they were within his ability.

Throughout the year, his parents would only visit him two or three times, and his grandfather would be there every time. He knew it was his grandfather's request that his parents come to visit him.

My grandfather likes him very much, and my parents also pretend to care about him for my grandfather's sake.

Only after Song Wenjing left did Yang Yi dare to shout out. Song Wenjing's aura was so terrifying that he didn't dare to shout out.

He was afraid that if he screamed, Song Wenjing would feel annoyed with him and then slit his own neck. He didn't want to die yet. He hadn't enjoyed the colorful world outside enough!

"Oh my god, An... Where are you? Please take me to the hospital quickly, I beg you! Wuuuuu, my hand, my hand..."

"What have I done to offend anyone? Why am I the one who suffers?" Yang Yi yelled unwillingly, hoping that An could take him to the hospital.

After all, it wasn't his fault in the first place. It was An who treated others as prey and stared at their bodies obsessively.

What if I go too late and can’t keep my hands and feet? (;?Д?)!

"Brother Yang, An has left! Let me take you to the hospital!" The man in white clothes hurriedly walked to Yang Yi and said.

Too bad!

He could hear the sound of Yang Yi's bones breaking not far away. The silver needle pierced through Yang Yi's palm and stuck firmly on the equipment.