I played the role of a cannon fodder scumbag, but I was the heartthrob

Shen Qingshu heard the footsteps and looked over. The moment he saw Fu Yuchen, his expression changed unpredictably.

He had a photographic memory and suddenly remembered that Ye Zhao was kidnapped by him that night when he was drunk.

At that time, he was angry and scared, and went to bring him back regardless of his own safety.

He still remembered the look he gave Ye Zhao: gentle, dangerous, and aggressive, like a wild beast biting its prey's weak neck.

When he said Ye Zhao was his other half, Fu Yuchen remained calm.

Of course he refused to let the man go, and waved his hand to order his men to draw their guns on him.

Shen Qingshu was unwilling to give in. No matter what, he could not watch Ye Zhao fall into the hands of such a dangerous and unpredictable person.

The two men refused to give in and the situation became tense. However, the drunk Ye Zhao broke the bloody situation.

He could not sense the danger, so he fell into his arms smelling his scent and called softly, "Qingshu, take me away."

With just a few words, the man let the person go.

But as he turned around, he chanted like a curse, "Ye Zhao belongs to me. No matter whether he lives or dies, he will eventually return to me."

Shen Qingshu was filled with jealousy when he recalled that night.

Burning with jealousy, he saw the man who had taken Ye Zhao away again. With new hatred and old grudges added to his, he pulled out a gun and put it to his forehead.

As soon as he made a move, countless people stood in front of Fu Yuchen, with the black muzzles of guns pointed at him.

The Shen family's bodyguards were equally at a disadvantage, with more than a dozen cold gun muzzles pointed at each other.

Just a hint can trigger a bloody storm.

Shen Qingshu's face was tense, and he looked intimidating without being angry. "Fu Yuchen, hand over Zhao Zhao."

Fu Yuchen was calm and composed, with disdain and contempt in his eyes. "I can't possibly hand over the person I cherish to a woman who treats him like a piece of trash."

Obviously, he knew everything that happened between Shen Qingshu and Ye Zhao.

Even though he knew that Ye Zhao was in the wrong in this matter, he still favored him unconditionally.

Ultimately, it was Shen Qingshu's fault. He failed to protect Ye Zhao.

The bright moon hanging high in the sky was almost destroyed, smashed and trampled upon.

No?

His chest felt like it had been cut open, and blood was oozing out.

Shen Qingshu's knuckles tightened and turned white, and his temples were throbbing.

What can he do?

Anyone who puts themselves in his shoes can imagine that if they were destroyed by Ye Zhao in their previous life, would they still remain steadfast to him?

You will never feel pain unless the knife cuts your body.

Compared to his love for Ye Zhao, he never thought he would lose to anyone.

He just wanted to let Ye Zhao go and let himself go.

That’s all, isn’t that even possible?

What's even more frustrating is that he is the only one who remembers the horrific cruelties, unforgettable love and deep-seated hatred in his past life.

In the middle of the night, he still couldn't forget his grandmother's desperate pleas before her death, his body gradually becoming cold before his death, and Ye Zhao's cold and disgusted expression.

After returning from his previous life, the moment he saw Ye Zhao, he thought of countless ways to take revenge on him and make him fall into an irretrievable situation.

In the end, he did nothing. He just wanted to protect his grandmother, the only one who loved him.

He has tried not to retaliate against Ye Zhao and not to do anything to hurt him. Now everyone tells him that Ye Zhao loves him very much.

What should he do?

Why?

What he couldn't get in his previous life, he is about to get in this life. How should he face Ye Zhao?

At this moment he was struggling and could not find relief.

His mind was on the verge of collapse, "Hand over Ye Zhao!"

In his two lifetimes, he has only loved this person, and he has only hated this person.

Even death cannot separate them.

Holding the gun, Fu Yuchen pushed away the men blocking his way and pressed forward step by step.

Fearless, "Just come."

Shen Qingshu's eyes turned red and he was filled with murderous intent. When he pulled the trigger, a crisp silver bell sounded.