contract residual love

The man became crazy and cruel because of himself, but at the end he cried and begged, "Feng, I love you! I love you so much! You are mine and will always be perfect. Now, can you kiss me again!" like a curse However, I ignored the words, but the love I guarded disappeared without leaving any message.

Feng Duyi whispered on the window sill, "Love of hopelessness, love of despair, love of inadequacy! Where does our love go!"

After Feng finished this sentence, he couldn't help thinking that when he saw Han Zheming for the last time, Han Zheming prayed, Han Zheming's determination to give up everything and return to the original place, "But everything can't return to the original place! Love is missed, and it can never come make up!"

Chapter 5染色婚礼[本章字数：2227最新更新时间：2014-02-2808:07:25.0]

As time passed day by day, Feng and Ling decided on their wedding, which was scheduled for February 2th.

Ling and Long secretly completed Uncle He's mission behind their backs.Feng and Zhe are not idle either, they are busy dealing with gang affairs every day.

When Han Mingzhe wakes up, he will not face Heizi alone.Heizi didn't say anything either!However, there were overwhelming newspapers and news hitting Heizi's sight. Heizi hurried to Han Zheming's place regardless of whether Han Zheming wanted to see him or not.

The news is still going on, Han Zheming is fixedly looking at the picture above, that is, the picture of Feng and Zheye, the picture of them laughing and talking with the priest in the church, the picture is frozen there, Han Zheming closes his eyes and cannot hide the tears fall.

"Han Zheming, Han Zheming open the door!" Heizi slammed on the door, wanting to see that Han Zheming was safe and sound.

Heizi opened the door but knew what to say.

Han Zheming smiled heartily, "I'm fine, you go back!"

"You know!" Heizi said this sentence, regretting looking at every expression of Han Zheming, but he saw the redness and swelling of his eye sockets, and that mysterious smile.

At this moment, Heizi is angry and helpless, but his heart is like a demon, and there is only one thought, to kill Feng Zheye.

2 month 25 number.

Ling received a call from Uncle He, the content was very simple, if the assassin who killed the wedding that day, Uncle He would let him and the dragon go.Ling didn't believe any of this, but he didn't tell Long Yifen that he had a mission.

The red wine glass was swaying, and the smoke rings of the cigarettes were blowing out in one mouthful. It was an extremely enchanting scene, but Uncle He who was sitting across from him just looked at Zhe Zhe and smiled.

"It's about to start!"

Uncle He narrowed his eyes and nodded, picked up a cigarette and lit it, "It's all arranged!"

"There is no turning back when you open the bow, will everything go as you wish?" Zhezhe raised his eyebrows and smiled, fiddled with the red wine and sipped lightly.

"You care about me!" Uncle He said with certainty, looked at the silent Zhe Zhe, and continued, "Success is what I want!"

"It's good to do it for yourself!" Zhezhe put down his glass and left with a smile.

Uncle He looked at Zhe Zhe who was about to close the door, and showed a cold smile, "A tool is a tool, and there is no tool that cannot be discarded!"

"Including your child!" Zhezhe turned around and closed the door.

The sun was shining, dotted with Uncle He's unclear smile, "Son, is he? It's just a tool!"

Zhezhe was sitting in the car, Panny looked at the silent Zhezhe, and said, "Miss is in a bad mood, would you like me to treat you to a drink!"

Zhezhe was silent, the car was approaching the company, and Zhezhe said, "Go to Ling's house!"

Penny drove away with a smile on his face. On the road, the whole journey was calm. When he was about to reach the manor, at the crossroads, three cars suddenly rushed out and rushed out fiercely. Zhezhe's car rolled over, and there was a thrilling scream .

The sky was still blue, but Zhezhe couldn't move his body. Looking at the sky with desperate eyes, he murmured "Tools are tools" in his mouth. The memory is still there. The girlish self surrendered at Uncle He's feet in embarrassment. The first sentence at the beginning was "There is no tool, there will never be a reason for existence!"

"What a ruthless master, what a terrific means!" Zhe Zhe murmured, looking at the lifeless Panny beside him, he smiled with a stern and gorgeous smile.

Uncle He smoked a cigarette, drank red wine, dropped the wine glass in his hand, and raised a mysterious smile, "Tools can only be tools, and you will die if you are soft-hearted, Zhe Zhe! See you again, dear!"

Ling accompanied Long to try on the dress, and Feng Yezhe also took care of it.With smiles all over their faces, the four of them gathered in the courtyard to drink tea and chat.

In the evening, after dinner and nothing else, they were alone.

With fiery kisses, panting breaths, and hot breaths, Long endured Ling's fire of love.With a muffled grunt, the two released their passion at the same time.

Ling lay on the dragon's chest and felt the dragon's strong heartbeat, "Dragon, our contract, our contract of love, will be completed tomorrow!"

"Yes! We will sign a contract of love!" Long replied with a smile, in exchange for Ling's fiery kiss again.

Feng embraced Tetsuya, looked out the window and called "Tehye!"

"Well, Feng, I feel so nervous!" Tetsuya held Feng's arm tightly, feeling very uneasy in his heart, but he couldn't say anything!

"Aren't I here! My bride!" Feng kissed Zheye's ear jokingly, Zheye twisted his body timidly, turned around and hugged Feng tightly, "Can I really, be your wife?"

"Fool, why don't you already belong to me?"

"But I'm so uneasy, I'm really scared!"

Feng looked at Zhe Ye with a sad face, and smiled to comfort the uneasiness in his heart, "What are you afraid of? What a fool!"

"Feng, I've never been so happy now." Zhe also looked up at Feng, held Feng's shirt tightly with his hands, and whispered, "I've always been so scared! I'm so afraid of losing Feng, so afraid that Feng doesn't love me!"

Feng looked at the anxious Zhe Ye and hugged Zhe Ye tightly to himself, preventing Zhe Ye from seeing his lying eyes. Zhe Ye's tenderness was so similar to the tenderness he had when he left Han Zheming.

"The person who is about to become a bride, what nonsense are you talking about! Don't you want to be my bride!"

Zhe also pushed Feng away and took a step back, and said anxiously, "Yes, knowing Feng is the happiness and luck of my life!"

"I thought that being my bride would wrong you!" Feng teased and hugged Tetsuya into his arms, kissing and comforting him, but he couldn't fill the void in his heart.

The two lying on their backs on the sofa kissed and intertwined, Zhe also looked up into Feng's eyes, "I love you, I love you, I love Feng so much, I like Feng most!"

"I love you too, deeply in love with you!" Feng couldn't tell whether he loved him or pityed this fool who loved him so deeply.

"February 2 is finally here!"

The bell of happiness rang, and the huge vehicle troop got off the four handsome guys. The reporters surrounded the four like flies. It was nothing but because of the former dream combination. It was G and they were so high-profile. get married.The bodyguards stepped out of the convoy to stop them, the reporters shouted in dissatisfaction, and the fans were also clamoring wildly.

The music became more and more lively amidst the noise. The four of them dragged their lover into the auditorium, roses were flying, and they couldn't hide the smiles on their faces.

A gunshot broke all this, and with successive gunshots, Ling tightly guarded the dragon. The bullet pierced Ling's arm, Feng turned around instinctively, and Zhe also rushed towards Feng.

The wedding was stained red with blood, the guests fled in all directions, the screams rose and fell, and the men in black stepped forward to cover up the four of them, but they couldn't stop the blood-stained Zhe Ye.

Long looked at Ling leaving in shock, and hurriedly followed.

The wind dragged Zheye tightly, his blood was full, and Zheye's energetic smile seemed to appear in front of his eyes.

"Feng" Zhe also stretched out his hand, and he didn't know where it was from his body, but Feng couldn't say a word.

"You, are you okay!" Zheye's eyes were full of worry, and his hands were so feebly collected, "Fortunately, Feng is fine!"

"Don't talk about Zheye!" Feng choked up and said this sentence, looking at Zheye.

Zhe also smiled, it was the gaze and love he never had, "Feng, you are so beautiful!"

"Tetsuya, I love you!" Feng looked at the man who kept calling him a fool, "You won't die! Everything will be fine!"

Zhe also laughed suddenly, "Feng, I actually don't know if you love me, but these words are enough!"

Chapter 6限制幸福[本章字数：2042最新更新时间：2014-02-2807:48:25.0]

The person who was bleeding, the warm blood stuck to the hands of the wind. The person in the hands closed his eyes, and the wind could not suppress the trembling hands, stroking the tears falling from a smiling face, stopping the hard-to-disguise hurt The tragic and tragic tearing voice "I'm sorry, I haven't told you yet, I like you and you are you. It's all my tenderness, it's all me, and you will die!"

Zhe also smiled, his smile was so beautiful, it was the deepest expression of the wind, and it was the love he wanted to truly have all his life.

Ling searched, the mobile phone in his hand kept ringing, following the instructions one by one, approaching the target.

Heizi put on the priest's clothes, screamed, and Heizi fell down.Long looked at this scene in disbelief, Ling couldn't care about Long's expression, and dragged Long away from the scene of the incident.

Zhe Ye's eyes became lax, but he shouted "Feng, Feng, Feng, love you, deeply... love you, Na, Feng wants to be happy! Don't cry!"

This sentence of love, each of these words stung Feng incomparably, Feng quietly embraced the person in his arms, unable to hear Tetsuya's whispers.The wind stretched out his blood-stained hand, caressing a lifeless cheek, his tragic cry pierced the sky, and there was only a person's name, all of which fell into a pair of cold and ruthless eyes, which concealed Love is unwillingness or loneliness.

Han Zheming no