I played the role of a cannon fodder scumbag, but I was the heartthrob

Chapter 285: The Scumbag Son-in-Law in the Rebirth Story (41)

Ye Zhao was immersed in sorrow and ran all the way down the mountain from his villa regardless of anything.

With the wind blowing and the passage of time, the aphrodisiac fragrance that was inhaled dissipated little by little.

After all, Madam Shen just wanted to bring them together, and she ordered some things to liven up the atmosphere.

After running for a while, he heard a whistle from behind him. Only then did he regain his composure and rushed into the ginkgo forest on the left.

The surrounding area was covered with weeds and unknown trees, which grew to a height of one person, enough to hide his figure.

Soon after he hid there, countless cars sped past, looking for his whereabouts.

He didn't look back, missed the scene, and walked towards the center of the tree without caring about his own safety.

The fan-shaped leaves of the ginkgo tree have fallen to the ground, but since it is not autumn yet, they cannot be seen turning golden yellow.

I squatted under a tree, leaned my back against it, and tried my best to wrap my body up with my hands.

With her face buried between her arms and knees, she couldn't stop crying.

My heart was so sad and choked up, but I was still counting breathlessly, "One, two, three..."

Counting from one to ten, he gradually lost the courage to continue counting.

In the past, when he had a quarrel with Qingshu and ran out, he would always count, and Qingshu would find him before he had counted sixty times.

Now that he's squatting here and won't leave, Qingshu will come...

He shouldn't have been mean to Qingshu. He was just being willful and overbearing. Qingshu was probably tired or in a bad mood...

If Qingshu found him at this time, he would not be angry or sad.

As long as Qingshu coaxes him, he will calm down. He is actually very easy to coax.

Just then, a Cadillac stopped by the roadside.

The car lights were still on when the door opened with a bang.

One hand peeled away the weeds and branches.

The tall and straight figure was buried.

The black leather shoes made a "crunching" sound as they stepped on the dry branches and fallen leaves.

"Qingshu..."

Ye Zhao was overjoyed, looked up, and met a pair of blood-red eyes.

An unprecedented chill enveloped my heart.

The sense of danger was overwhelming, with a strong sense of oppression.

Run!

This was the first instruction his brain gave him.

He always trusted his sixth sense the most, so he ran away.

But he had been squatting there crying for too long, his legs were numb and his eyesight was blurred by tears.

After running two steps, I was hit by a leaf in front of me and my eyes hurt so much that I couldn't open them.

He stumbled and fell straight down.

"careful!"

The expected pain did not come, and my waist felt tighter as someone hugged me tightly.

Ye Zhao's eyelashes trembled, and tears were still hanging on her eyes.

When he opened his eyes in fear, the eyes of the person in front of him were conspicuously red under the watery moonlight.

Her appearance is like a vampire from a comic book, strangely beautiful and extremely dangerous.

The aura is strong and oppressive.

"you……"

Really scared, Ye Zhao tried to struggle, but was pressed hard into the arms.

"Qingshu..."

His actions terrified him, and his instinct was to turn to the person he depended on most for help.

Hearing this hateful name again, Fu Yuchen was filled with murderous intent.

But the person in his arms had a face as pure and beautiful as a white flower, with tears streaming down her face. She looked so pitiful that he breathed a sigh of relief.

"He didn't want you anymore and gave you to me. Now, you are my new toy."

Wow!

Is this new toy serious?

It was inappropriate, and this slightly improper idea popped into his mind.

I soon realized that he was showing off his acting skills and couldn't lose.

He desperately pushed him away, but the man remained motionless. He was sad and terrified, shaking all over. "Impossible... You lied to me!"

Ye Zhao said it was impossible, and the man took out the recording.

Seeing that he wouldn't cry until he saw the coffin, the man was prepared and took out a recorder.

As soon as the switch was turned on, Shen Qingshu's voice flowed out like flowing water——

"When I get tired of playing with him and it's no longer interesting, I'll give him to you."

"Aren't you afraid that he'll be sad?"

"Oh, it's all just for fun. He gets the money and I enjoy myself enough. Whoever takes it seriously will lose."

"...Okay, I will teach him a lesson."

……

Ye Zhao's blood flowed backwards throughout his body, a fishy and sweet taste came into his throat, and there was a noise in his ears.

He stopped struggling, his whole body went limp, the light in his eyes faded, and his heart was dead.

The man leaned close to his ear, his eyes filled with excitement, and a low, bewitching voice like a cello rang out.

"A toy is abandoned by its owner, which means it is useless. I can help you."

Ye Zhao's eyes were red, but he didn't cry. He just smiled and asked, "How can I help?"

This is what he was waiting for. The man stroked his soft hair, his eyes filled with dark darkness. "Help you become the toy that the master can't stop wanting, or help you forget Shen Qingshu."

Beautiful and bright moon, which one do you choose?

“I don’t, I don’t, you lied to me, I don’t know you, and Qingshu doesn’t have a friend like you.”

Regaining a bit of sanity, Ye Zhao bit him, turned around and ran away.

This time, the man didn't chase her. His voice was like a venomous snake, snaking and entwining tightly. "Shen Qingshu made it very clear that he won't look for you again. He's been disgusted with you for five years. Just now, you were poisoned by the Chinese medicine, and he didn't even bother to touch you."

"You are self-aware about this, right?"

A critical hit with huge lethality.

Ye Zhao was vulnerable, tears streaming down his face. Like a child who had made a mistake, he kept repeating the same two words over and over again, "He doesn't want me, and I don't want him anymore. I want to forget him, I want to forget him."

Her cool, thin lips curled up slightly, satisfied with his choice, and she pressed close to his thin back.

The handkerchief smeared with a mysterious fragrance gently covered his mouth and nose, "Very good, good boy."