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Wen Xiaohui was awakened by the pain, and his whole face felt as if it was burning. He barely opened his eyes, but found that his eyes were swollen so much that he could only open a thin slit. His first reaction was that he had been disfigured. The word "disfigurement" kept floating in front of his eyes, and a fear of destruction drowned him, and he couldn't help crying.

Unexpectedly, when he cried, his nose felt like he was irritated. He felt a sharp pain. He screamed and sat up. He couldn't cry or shout, and he felt like he was going crazy.

"You better not yell." A low female voice came from the room.

Wen Xiaohui turned his head and barely locked in a middle-aged woman in a white coat from her sight, obviously a doctor.

The doctor came over and pulled his hand off his face: "Don't touch it randomly, it's just done."

Wen Xiaohui said vaguely: "Am I disfigured? Am I disfigured? Where is the mirror, give me a mirror."

"The nose bridge is just broken, and it can be connected. If you move around, you may be disfigured."

Wen Xiaohui's tears flowed down, his nose, his nose!

The doctor covered his face with a tissue: "Don't cry, it will be infected."

"Mirror, I want to look at the mirror."

"What did you do after seeing it? Your whole face is swollen like a pig's head. What you need now is a surgery." The doctor looked at him with his chest, "but there are no surgical conditions here."

Wen Xiaohui forced himself to swallow his tears. He got out of bed in a daze and walked towards the bathroom. He must look at his face and know if he was disfigured! But just after walking out a few steps, he felt his right leg sinking. When he looked down, he found that there was an iron ring hanging on his feet at some point. The iron ring was connected to a long iron chain. At the end of the iron chain was a solid iron ball weighing dozens of kilograms.

The doctor pushed his glasses: "What you need to do now is to rest and not touch your face. Take painkillers at your bedside. Take them every four hours. When conditions permit, seek medical treatment in time."

Wen Xiaohui sat on the ground, covering his face with trembling trembling. The despair of never before had drowned him and rushed him down. He was so scared that he trembled all over. His nose was broken? His nose was so beautiful... What about his face? How is his face? Can he still be as good as before? Will he be disfigured? Can he walk out from here intact!

He doesn't want to be disfigured, he doesn't want to be disabled, he doesn't want to die! Luo Yi, a beast, often acts as a beast, what does it have to do with him? Why! Why does he have to bear all this!

He dared not cry, shout, or even had a violent facial expression. He could only hold his head tremblingly, feeling an invisible hand dragging him into the abyss.

The door was opened, and the bodyguard walked in, walked to Wen Xiaohui, squatted down, pinched his chin, forced him to raise his head, and threatened coldly: "Mr. Wen, I said to you to be honest and not ask for trouble. If the young master can fulfill his promise within the agreed time, we will take you to the hospital. Don't worry, this is a minor operation. If you can't... it's better to send your nose to him."

Wen Xiaohui shivered violently, and his eyes were no longer as fierce as a beast, leaving only full of fear. He pushed the bodyguard's hand away, moved hissing, "He will not fulfill any promise, he is using me to delay time!"

The bodyguard stood up, took out Wen Xiaohui's cell phone from his pocket, took a photo of Wen Xiaohui's face, and then quickly typed his fingers on the keyboard. The backlight of the phone made his face look particularly pale. In Wen Xiaohui's eyes, it was gloomy and terrifying.

The bodyguard shook his phone: "I sent your photo to Luo Yi, guess what will happen to him."

Wen Xiaohui laughed so sadly that his whole face hurt so much that he wanted to cry: "What will he react? Did he not expect when he lied to me? You have no use to imprison me, because Luo Yi doesn't care, he doesn't care at all."

The bodyguard narrowed his eyes and stared at the phone, as if waiting for it to react.

Wen Xiaohui's eyes also fell on his phone. If Luo Yi had any humanity...

Unfortunately, after waiting for five minutes, the phone did not react at all. Wen Xiaohui clenched his fists and slowly closed his eyes.

The bodyguard put his cell phone back in his pocket: "Get a good rest." After that, he took the doctor away from the room.

Wen Xiaohui stood up swayingly, picked up the dead iron ball with all his strength, moved to the bathroom step by step. When he walked to the bathroom door, he hesitated for a moment, and finally stepped in with the determination to die.

A miserable face was reflected in the mirror in the bathroom. His whole face was so red and swollen that it was impossible to see it was. There were only two gaps left in his eyes. A large piece of gauze was placed on his nose. He wrapped it around his face twice with a bandage. There were several purple scratches and undried tears on his cheeks. He really couldn't accept it. The person in the mirror was him. The thing he loved the most in his life was his face. How much did Luo Yi take away from him?!

He clenched his fists, and had nowhere to vent his grief and anger. The pain in his heart even exceeded all the pain, just like thousands of ants eroding his heart, destroying his will. He felt that the iron ball tied to his right foot was dragging him into the boundless hell...

The effect of the painkiller was not enough to completely relieve his pain. He felt drowsy after taking it, but he would wake up again in pain. He knew that there was not much time left. When the three-day appointment arrived, he might not lose more than a face, but he could no longer use any strength in his body. It was not until this time that he realized that in the moment of true despair, people could not even gather the energy needed for fear and anger. He was just slumped in the bed like a dead person, waiting for his "judgment".

In the middle of the night, when he was drowsy, the door of the room was suddenly opened, and several people rushed in. Wen Xiaohui sat up and saw the bodyguard in the lead at a glance. The bodyguard opened his anklet with the key, pulled him off the bed roughly, and pulled him out of the bed.

Wen Xiaohui didn't want to ask where to go in vain, he was already scared!

What are they going to do? What are they going to do!

The bodyguard pulled him out of the villa and stuffed him into a car. The black Mercedes-Benz quickly slid into the night and ran away.

Wen Xiaohui looked out the window in horror. He was sure that he was in a mountain. The car quickly drove onto the winding mountain road. The only light source on this road came from the headlights. Seeing the narrow and dark mountain road being chased by the car body, the speed was still very fast when the visual distance was extremely short. Wen Xiaohui's heart was raised to his throat. He could not control the idea of ​​the car flying out.

He hugged his head and shrank into the corner, no matter how he looked again.

The bodyguard suddenly pulled his hand away, handed him his cell phone, and said in an orderly tone: "Call Luo Yi."

Wen Xiaohui took the call and a layer of water vapor appeared in his eyes.

The bodyguard said coldly: "Call Luo Yi! Turn on hands-free."

Wen Xiaohui pressed Luo Yi's phone with his trembling hands and pressed the speakerphone. The dial tone rang out in the silent carriage, and each punch hit Wen Xiaohui's heart like a heavy punch.

After dialing seven times, Wen Xiaohui felt that he had been beaten by Lingchi seven times.

Finally, the phone was answered, Wen Xiaohui tightened the phone and his body trembled uncontrollably.

There was a slight rustling sound from the other end of the phone, but no one spoke.

Wen Xiaohui bit his lip tightly. He thought that facing Luo Yi would be able to shake out the most vicious words he could think of in his life, but in fact he didn't know what to say at all.

After a while, Luo Yi's calm voice rang from the other end of the phone: "Speak, otherwise I'll hang up."

The bodyguard snatched the phone: "Luo Yi, there are still six hours left to leave the pan. You dare to play tricks now."

"What tricks have I played, I've been doing it as planned."

"Stop pretending, you called the police."

Luo Yi was silent for a moment: "Wen Xiaohui lost contact for more than 60 hours, so it's not surprising that his family called the police."

"If no one advises, the police wouldn't have adjusted the last surveillance before his disappearance so quickly. Do you think we are fools? The photo just now is just a little warning. After the stock market opens today, if you don't see the result you promised, you don't think about seeing Wen Xiaohui again."

Luo Yi laughed softly, his voice charming and beautiful, but it made people's scalp numb. He said in a lazy tone: "Okay."

The bodyguard's face turned pale, and the veins on his forehead were bulging: "Luo Yi, do you really not care about his life or death?"

Luo Yi smiled and said, "He is my favorite toy, but it's just a toy."

Wen Xiaohui felt that the blood in his body had solidified, his brain was blank, and he had no thoughts.

The bodyguard smiled instead of anger: "I'm curious, do you really care at all, Wen Xiaohui, do you want to say a few words to your sweetheart?" The bodyguard put the phone in his ear rudely.

Wen Xiaohui looked at the dark road ahead with a daze. He had the illusion that this car was being swallowed by a black hole. He stood there in a daze without any response.

The bodyguard ordered: "Speak!"

Wen Xiaohui opened his mouth and whispered: "Luo Yi, you are a beast."

The other end of the phone was silent for a moment, and then hung up mercilessly.

Wen Xiaohui lowered his head numbly, and his whole body seemed to have been drained of his soul, and he could not find any more anger.

The car drove down the mountain. Before dawn, they entered the city and changed to a taxi.

Wen Xiaohui followed them into the car and got out of the car in a daze, and was stuffed into an inconspicuous apartment in an old community. He met Chang Xing again in the apartment.

Chang Xing looked at his face and said to the bodyguard: "Injurying your nose can easily cause intracranial infection, you should change the place."

The bodyguard said respectfully: "Yes, President."

"How many hours will the market open?"

“Four hours.”

Chang Xing nodded and stood up: "I'm going to the company, you guys are optimistic about him."

"yes."

The bodyguard pressed Wen Xiaohui on the sofa and tied his hands and feet with a rope. Wen Xiaohui looked around blankly. In addition to the bodyguard, there were two other people in the room, one was a new face, and the other was the driver who was stabbed with a toothbrush, staring at him coldly.

Wen Xiaohui lowered his head, and Luo Yi's cold words echoed in his mind, "He is my favorite toy, but it's just a toy." So that's it. Luo Yi's words are so accurate. He is worthy of being a genius. He is just a "toy", a toy with value. Although he likes it the most, it is just a toy after all.

I see……

The scenes of Luo Yi in the past seem to have happened in another world, and no one can accept it. The gentle and perfect lover actually hides the heart of a snake and a scorpion, and is trying to push himself into the abyss. Those sweet memories have now lost their color and become cruel white and desperate black. No wonder Luo Yaya is afraid of him, no wonder he wants to call him a "monster". He once put a vicious scorpion by his pillow without knowing it. The fear of licking his neck with a blade is beyond the reach of a person.

However, he was already numb.

Will he die? Or will he be disabled? He can't imagine how sad he and Luo Rui should be. Just because of his stupidity, he benefits those who seem to care about him and those who truly love him. He deserves to die.

The sky gradually became brighter, and the moment the white light pierced into his pupils, an hallucination occurred in front of him, as if the whole room had faded and turned into a cold white color. It was the color of death, which made his heart tremble.

Time passed by minute by minute, and sound gradually came from outside the window, and a new day began.

Wen Xiaohui always maintained a position, even though the pain had distorted his vision.

At half past nine, the stock market opened. The bodyguard kept staring at his phone, his face getting ugly.

Wen Xiaohui stared at his face. In just a few minutes, he seemed to have witnessed himself being forced into a dead end.

At this time, a call came in. The bodyguard answered the phone and whispered the word "ok" and hung up the phone. He pulled out the dagger and walked towards Wen Xiaohui with a cold face.

Wen Xiaohui widened his eyes in horror and his body kept shrinking back.

Suddenly, the driver suddenly took out a handful of qiang from his clothes and put a qiang at the bodyguard without hesitation. With a "chubby" sound, the bodyguard's pupils contracted violently and fell to the ground with a thud. There was no blood in the wound, but half of his body could not move, which was anesthesia!

Another person reacted, turned around and ran towards the door. The driver came to his back and put the person to the ground.

The incident happened too quickly, and Wen Xiaohui could not defend himself and looked at them in a daze.

The driver came over, made up for the bodyguard, then pulled out the dagger, and looked at Wen Xiaohui with a blank expression: "Mr. Wen, which hand did he hurt you."

Wen Xiaohui was stunned and had not yet come back to his senses.

The driver turned over the bodyguard's left wrist, covered his mouth with one hand, and stabbed the dagger into his wrist with the other.

The bodyguard's body was erect like a dying fish, trembling violently. After the knife entered the flesh, it rotated again and directly broke the tendons.
To be continued...