Changed Into O In Front Of My Rival [On-Hold]

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    Outside the window, thunder roared and rain poured down.

    Jiang Zhihuo turned over and frowned.

    "You want your son to go back? One million, not a penny less."

    The man sat carelessly on the sofa in his house, raised one leg, and touched the tea set with his dirty fingers.

    "Call the police? Okay, then I'll send these photos, nude photos of your son, many people want them, right? On that kind of website?" "I'm not afraid of being

    caught at all, right? What do I have? You guys What? I remember a saying, don't fight desperate poor ghosts, don't you?"

    His voice seemed to be rubbed into the sand, and every word and every sentence brought an uncomfortable hoarseness.

    Jiang Zhihuo hid behind the door, but the man seemed to have seen him, turned his head, made eye contact, and showed a ferocious and greedy smile.

    He slammed the door shut, and the scene suddenly changed at this moment.

    In the crowded and narrow room, there are wine bottles and garbage everywhere, and the heat almost evaporates from the ground, making it hot and humid.

    A man reeking of alcohol threw a wine bottle at him.

    Jiang Zhihuo turned to avoid it.

    The wine bottle hit the wall with a crisp sound, and glass shards shattered all over the floor.

    Outside the window, thunder roared, and lightning illuminated half of the sky. Through the crumbling window, an extremely ugly scar on the left half of the man's face was printed.

    — like a ghost.

    Jiang Zhihuo woke up from the bed, his back was wet with sweat.

    The bedside lamp was on, and Yan Mu was holding the remote control, ready to air-condition the meeting.

    Jiang Zhihuo was stunned for a moment, his eyes seemed to be sure of something, he stared at Yan Mu for a while, and then slowly heaved a sigh of relief: "Brother Yan?" "It's a bit

    hot tonight." The air conditioner beeped, and the room The temperature gradually dropped, Yan Mu sat back on the bed, stroking Jiang Zhihuo's back, "You seem to have had a bad dream, Xiao Zhou."

    "Yeah." Jiang Zhihuo picked up the cup on the bedside table, took a sip of water, and rubbed the space between his brows.

    No wonder it feels hot, it's almost April.

    He quietly lay down beside Yan Mu, hugged Yan Mu, moved his body down again, and put his side face on his chest.

    The sound of a beating heart can make Jiang Zhihuo feel at ease.

    Yan Mu turned off the light, and the surroundings fell into darkness again.

    Jiang Zhihuo raised his head in the light that could not see his fingers, and moved a little closer to his lips.

    They kissed, and when they woke up in the middle of the night, their hearts were always racing, they exchanged a kiss with the sound of a heartbeat.

    Jiang Zhihuo stepped back slightly, and after getting used to the darkness, they could see each other's eyes clearly.

    "Come?" Jiang Zhihuo asked softly.

    "You want to come whenever you're in a bad mood recently." Yan Mu didn't answer directly.

    Jiang Zhihuo asked again: "Is that why you didn't come?"