Wen Luyao was driven a little crazy by him: "Get out of here!"
"Yes, I have to get out. When I see you, I can't control myself and want to do bad things." His expression returned to solemnity, "I want to trap you and hide you in a dark place. I want to eat you."
"
Follower: "..."
What the hell is this?
Wen Luyao was so frightened that her face turned completely white.
Xue Zhengdong stepped back step by step, retreating to the iron gate, still raising his hands.
Wen Luyao rushed to open the car door.
The two attendants got into the car under cover, and the car sped off.
When Wen Luyao pressed her chest, she felt stuffy, achy, and even wanted to vomit.
Xue Zhengdong felt helpless.
Some emotions were hitting him one after another, almost noisy in his body.
He strode back to his small apartment.
He didn't lie. He renovated the room at the back of the second floor. The iron door, sealed windows, and a whole row of bookshelves were filled with all kinds of books for entertainment.
A double bed with milky white sheets, exactly the same as the bed in Wen Luyao's room.
Xue Zhengdong sat on the bed.
After a long time, he went downstairs to find an axe.
He nailed the wooden strips on the window piece by piece to ensure they were flawless. At this moment, he could only cut a crack with the axe.
He chopped as hard as he could until the wooden strips sealing the window were completely smashed, and the sunlight squeezed in, filling the room with light and sawdust everywhere.
I really want to hurt her!
He wanted to lock her up and lock her up; when she disobeyed, when she said she didn't like him, he would lock her in a dark room with chains on her hands and feet.
He didn't hate hearing about Lu Yao.
Xue Zhengdong knows love and hate very well. He doesn't hate her, he doesn't hate her, he even loves her.
But in his mind, he couldn't help but want to hurt her, want to see blood stains on her body; want to tear her clothes to pieces, want to leave marks on her body.
He wanted to completely control her and make her cry for him and laugh for him.
She had nothing to do with him, which made him hate her so much that he wanted to kill her.
She should be his.
After she died, her bones should belong to him.
"...Maybe I'm really a pervert." He stood in the sunshine and sawdust, laughing to himself.
He recalled that when he was studying medicine, the professor insisted on expelling him, saying that he was not mentally normal.
When he left, the professor was also expelled from the school because he had an inappropriate relationship with a female classmate, which was published in the newspaper and damaged the reputation of the school.
He put medicine in the glass of water; he secretly took the photos and sent them to the newspaper.
At that time, he felt that he wanted revenge and he was a normal person.
He has been more mature than his peers since he was a child and has a hard heart. Sometimes he cannot listen to any objections and has to make his own decisions in everything.
This is not a big problem.
He has met girls over the years, and some like him, but he has never thought of hurting them.
He has no such impulse.
He was expelled from medical school for dismembering his body, saying he was cruel and anti-human.
He didn't have any emotions at the time. He wasn't excited or excited about dismembering the teacher's body. He was extremely calm. He just wanted to know if he could do it and whether he could cut accurately.
The professor and the school made a fuss about this matter, and he had always felt that he had been wronged, but he did not bother to seek redress.
Until he met Wen Luyao.
Those latent, shallow emotions expanded with his heartbeat and intensified with Wen Luyao's rejection.
He looked at his own shadow with a ferocious expression.
Xue Zhengdong went downstairs and called Cheng Li: "I'm afraid I can't continue to serve as a director. I want to go back to Peking."
Cheng Li gave him some advice on the phone.
Xue Zhengdong has made up his mind.
He has to go.
If he doesn't leave, he will cause uncontrollable trouble - in the future, he will regret it and regret it for the rest of his life.
Xue Zhengdong felt depressed, and his chest was pounding repeatedly, making him unbearably painful.