After the former actor was forced to open for business

The atmosphere froze there for an instant, as if even the air in the room was still.

All Fan Yue could hear was his increasingly chaotic heartbeat.

Xia Jincheng said hoarsely: "Wait a while, I'll see you off."

As he said that, he loosened his grip on Fan Yue's wrist and sat up, the blanket on his body slipped down because of his movements.

Xia Jincheng glanced at it, frowned, then bent down pretending nothing happened to pick up the thing.

"Wait for me." He said as he got up and walked upstairs.

Fan Yue's arm was hanging by his side, and he could feel the warmth of the man's palm on his wrist, even a little blurred when he just woke up.

The sound of footsteps echoed in the room, and Fan Yue was relieved to hear that the man had already reached the upper floor.

He almost thought that he was really going to be tempted.

Xia Jincheng quickly came down from upstairs. He changed into a white hooded sweater that looked clean and comfortable, and held a black windbreaker in his hand.

Seeing Mr. Xia in a casual style suddenly, Fan Yue was still a little uncomfortable, and it took him a long time to come back to his senses.

"Let's go, I'll take you back." Xia Jincheng said.

The messy mood just now has been calmed down, and he is now able to talk freely with Mr. Xia.

Fan Yue nodded blankly, "Okay."

Anyway, Xia Jin would save him from taking a taxi back if he sent him home.This kind of villa community is far away from the city center, remote but quiet, but the traffic is not very convenient, and taxis who are willing to come here will have to pay an extra fee, which will undoubtedly add insult to injury to Fan Yue's already not rich wallet.

So Xia Jincheng would be the best to drive him back.

But as soon as Fan Yue got into the car, the man stuffed him with a windbreaker.

"Get it for me." Mr. Xia said and started the car without looking at him.

Fan Yue looked at the dress on his lap and frowned.

It's not too cold in autumn, but it's cooler at night.This person has already changed into a long-sleeved sweater, what jacket is he wearing?If you wear it and don't wear it, ask someone to help you carry it.Besides, these two clothes don't match...

Fan Yue thought a lot in his heart, but he didn't say it after all, he hugged the clothes and fastened his seat belt.

Xia Jincheng didn't say a word from the beginning to the end, but the car drove smoothly to the gate of the community where Fan Yue lived. The navigation was useless, as smooth as returning to his own home.

Fan Yue looked at him in disbelief, "How does Boss Xia know that I live here?"

Xia Jincheng was stunned for a moment, and tapped his finger on the steering wheel twice, "I heard what your manager said, it's easier to remember, so I will remember it."

"Oh." Fan Yue was dubious.

Even if the name of the community is easy to remember, it is not possible to make the road so familiar, right?Fan Yue didn't know which way to go at some intersections, but this person was very familiar with turning around.

Xia Jincheng seemed to see his doubts, and then said: "Well, I had a friend who lived here before."

Everyone has said so, and Fan Yue has no reason to think about it, after all, this kind of thing is really meaningless after being too sentimental.

He nodded and unfastened his seat belt, "Thank you, Mr. Xia, for sending me back. Let's have a pleasant cooperation in the future."

"Well, happy cooperation." Xia Jincheng smiled at him, "Put on your clothes, it's cold at night."

"En?" Fan Yue couldn't help but froze when he was about to return the clothes to him.

He turned his head to look at Xia Jincheng, seeing that the smile on the man's face was a bit too gentle and pretty, he couldn't help but "thump" in his heart.Shouldn't he be suspicious of someone's real purpose in holding this dress?

It's just that no matter what the purpose is, at this moment Fan Yue just wants to get out of the car early, this feeling of being alone with Xia Jincheng is really a bit strange, and this strange feeling...he doesn't like it very much.

"Okay, Mr. Xia." Fan Yue got out of the car with his clothes on, and entered the gate of the community without looking back.

He didn't dare to look back all the way, for fear that when he turned around, he would find the man's car still parked at the door.Although this possibility is not so great, he still has a feeling of being watched today.

It seemed that everything was under Xia Jincheng's control, and he just acted as a plaything to be played by him.

It's like the prey being driven into the trap set by the hunter...

Fan Yue took a deep breath, and couldn't help but walk faster and faster.

Inserting the key into the keyhole, Fan Yue keenly sensed something was wrong.

He was still wearing the windbreaker Xia Jin gave him, and it smelled faintly of the man's perfume, but at the moment the corridor was frighteningly cold, even the windbreaker couldn't suppress the chill.

Someone has been here.

Perhaps, this person has not left yet.

Fan Yue couldn't help but squeeze the key even tighter.

He slowly pulled the key out of the lock, and stood in the corridor at a loss.

The light of the old voice-activated lamp above the head is dim, but it can't give a warm feeling, but it magnifies the gloom of the night infinitely.

He took a deep breath and felt the phone vibrate.

It was He Qiaoqiao who sent the message: "Xiaoyue, have you gone home? My uncle called me today to find you, but I didn't tell him where you went. He may have gone to your house, why don't you go tonight Let's spend a night at Boss Xia's house first?"

really.

There was a sudden "click" in the corridor, and Fan Yue's spine felt a chill.

"Why don't you go into the house when you're back?" An old and hoarse voice sounded in front of him.

The man was wearing a gray overalls, two half fingers were missing from the right hand holding the doorknob, his hair was grizzled, his face was hidden in the darkness due to poor light, and only the slightly cloudy eyes showed coldness. of light.

Fan Yue twitched the corner of his mouth, and shook his phone, "Just to see a message."

"Well, come in." The man turned around and went back into the room with his hands behind his back, the door was open waiting for Fan Yue to enter.

Thirty years later, he still couldn't get rid of the fear that the man in front of him brought to him, and even trembled uncontrollably every time he saw this man.

Fan Yue couldn't help tightening his hand holding the phone, and followed behind into the house with heavy steps.

What should be faced is always to be faced, sooner or later.

The door closed behind him with a "click", and the lights in the corridor went on silently for a few seconds, before it was still completely dark.

Fan Dazheng sat on the sofa with a cup of steaming hot water in front of him, "I heard you've been very popular recently?"

Fan Yue just stood by the sofa, staring at the cup of hot water on the table and replied without emotion: "No."

"Oh." Fan Dazheng sneered twice, crossed his legs and leaned on the back of the sofa, lightly brushed the dried mud on his trousers with his fingers, "I went to a few hot searches, signed a good company, even I don’t recognize you anymore? I fucking regret that I gave birth to such a thing as you, bah!”

"I was born by my mother." Fan Yue gritted his back molars, and paused every word, as if the woman's screams sounded in his ears again.

My heart felt like it was being pinched and twisted, it hurt and stuffy.

Fan Dazheng's eyes were red, and he stared fiercely at Fan Yue who was standing next to him, "Fuck, that bitch without me could have given birth to you?!"

"..." Fan Yue didn't speak, but clenched his hands tightly into fists, his knuckles turned pale.

The atmosphere in the room seemed to be frozen at that moment.

"What are you doing here today?" Fan Yue suppressed the anger in his heart as much as possible, and his deep voice broke the almost frozen atmosphere.

Fan Dazheng smiled, stood up and looked at him, the rough hand missing two half fingers ruthlessly rubbed his face twice, "Come and see my son. My son is a big star." !"

Fan Yue turned his head to avoid his hand, his cheeks were rubbed red.

"I'll put the money on your card tomorrow, okay?" He didn't dare to look into Fan Dazheng's eyes, because he would be beaten up if he looked at him since he was a child.

This is the muscle memory his body has accumulated over the past 30 years, and he will never meet this person's eyes.

"Okay." Fan Dazheng's voice had a strange sneer inexplicably, it was hoarse and deep, and the laughter seemed to be stuck in the throat, which made people shudder.

Fan Yue stood there stiffly, until he heard the sound of closing the door and the sound of the person coming down the stairs in the corridor, the tight string was suddenly loosened.

His feet were weak, and he slumped on the ground without standing still.

The cup of hot water on the table was still steaming hot, becoming the only warm presence in the room illuminated by white lights.

Fan Yue half leaned against the sofa, a cold and sticky feeling came from the floor, with a strong smell of blood spreading up his lower body bit by bit...

——"Xiaoyue, if your mother is gone, you must live on."

——"Xiaoyue, run! Run! Don't look back—"

Fan Yue's whole body couldn't stop trembling, and suddenly he heard a "dong dong dong" knock on the door. The person knocked so urgently that he was shocked.

"Who?!" Fan Yue almost lost his voice, and that sound seemed to be the last roar before exhausting all his strength.

He stared at the door closely, as if he wanted to see the scene in the corridor through the heavy anti-theft door.

A familiar voice sounded from outside the door: "It's me, Xia Jincheng."