My foolish snake husband wouldn't stop pestering me (Mtl)

Ch 149: Yan Rui, He Is Dead

Duan Chen's eyes were dark, he almost couldn't stand on his feet, clutching the clothes on his chest, a mouthful of blood poured out.

    "What are you talking about?" The

    other party chuckled lightly, and his voice was affectionate: "I said he won't survive tomorrow."

    "Fuck you shit! I don't allow you to curse him like that!" The

    room was quiet late at night, so quiet that he could hear him. The other person's trembling breathing on the phone.

    Duan Chen could tell whether it was true or not, and when he thought that Yan Rui had replaced the poisonous blood in his body.

    Duan Chen felt that his heart seemed to be woven with a dense net, and this net was gradually tightening at this time.

    Stop his heart beating.

    Duan Chen felt the pain of being imprisoned, and his face became more and more ugly.

    If Yan Rui could not survive tomorrow as this person said, Duan Chen couldn't forgive himself, and he wished to accompany him with a knife.

    "Tell me where he is?" The

    other party said something inexplicable: "You haven't checked the mailbox at your door for a long time, right?"

    Duan Chen heard this and immediately ran out, pushing the door open, and a cold air rushed into his face. He didn't feel cold at all, ran to the door and pressed the password to open the mailbox.

    There were many advertising newspapers piled up inside, and Duan Chen poured them all out, and suddenly a paper bag fell on his feet.

    Duan Chen bent over to check it, the seal of the file bag was opened, and the photos in it fell on the floor before picking it up.

    There were Yan Rui all over there, appearing in every inconspicuous corner, ranging from roadside restaurants to small inconspicuous vegetable markets.

    From one street to another, just a simple photo, Duan Chen has seen everything that Yan Rui has experienced these days.

    Watching Yan Rui sleeping on a bench in a park with no one trembling with cold, watching him wash his face with muddy water.

    His body is getting dirty, and he deliberately hides his temperament, so mediocre that even his fans can't recognize him.

    Until the last few photos, Duan Chen saw Yan Rui holding the paper shell awkwardly and flattening it on the ground. Not far from him was a garbage dump, where the pile of garbage was good to hide him.

    He curled up on a paper shell and hid in the trash, with his hollow eyes open. Now he was a little stupid, and now he seems to have lost his soul. The thin body can almost see the bones.

    The bloody smell in his throat became stronger and stronger, and Duan Chen's always sober head went on strike. He squatted down without warning, his body swayed, and he calmed down.

    Duan Chen turned back and turned to the end, his eyes were already covered with red and blood, and his eyes seemed to be congested.

    Seeing Yan Rui's life like this in the past few days, Duan Chen felt as if his neck was pinched.

    Tears rolled out without warning, and said dumbly: "I'm sorry, Yan Rui, I'm not angry with you anymore, and I won't bully you anymore. I will believe you in the future. Will you come back?"