His face is very pale, red lips without a trace of blood, eyes tightly closed, eyelashes under a shadow, the whole person looks very fragile.

Qian Yan'an feels flustered.

He originally thought that this person left himself to lead a good life. He was very popular and drank spicy food every day. He didn't know how happy he was.

He couldn't help asking about him and sent someone to follow him.

When he knew Jiang Shi was going to chunlou to attend his funeral, there was a sneer in his heart.

When he learned that someone was going to demolish the building, he set it on fire. His heart wavered. Does it mean that he still has his own place in his heart.

Are you working hard to get him?

He has not gone, has been waiting for the river, but the city knows that he is dead, only he is still indifferent.

He looked at chunlou from a distance. The fire had been put out. Half of Jincan's building had been burned down, and he could no longer set up a stage to sing.

When he learned that someone was going to kill him, he didn't think about anything. As long as he thought about it, he would never die.

When he looked back at the river, which his eyes couldn't see and his voice was broken, he had a bad smile on his face.

He deserves it. Who let him abandon himself.

Suddenly he opened his eyes. Looking at him straightly, Qian Yan'an felt guilty. The smile on his face was closed, and he suddenly remembered that he couldn't see.

There was another sneer on his face.

He opened his mouth and whispered, "look what I'm going to do with you."

Jiang Shi Leng for a while, he saw what Qian Yan an said, he laughed and didn't put it in his heart. If he changed to himself, he might not go to save people.

Qian Yan'an stood up, took out his gun and put it on his forehead.

"Well, how can you repay me for saving you?"

Jiang Shileng, opened his mouth, but made no sound. He stretched out a few strokes in the air, and Qian Yan'an was a little impatient.

"I'm blind and dumb, and I'm left with this face to see."

A bad smile hung on Qian Yan'an's face. Suddenly he got closer and touched his face.

There was a "tut tut" sound in his mouth.

Jiang Shi is stiff all over. He suddenly reaches out his hand, but Qian Yan'an claps it open with one hand. He has a lot of strength and slaps the back of his hand red.

Jiang Shi sipped his mouth and said nothing.

He just wanted to untie his clothes to facilitate his movements.

Qian Yan'an threw him on the bed, sat on him and pressed his leg hard to prevent him from moving.

"What? I've taken a fancy to your face. Do you want to oppose it? "

It suddenly occurred to him that Jiang Shi was so desperate that he had to drive himself away for the sake of Gu tingye.

He chuckled, pulled out a cigarette, took a deep breath and vomited in his face, "I saved you, how about you play for me? You're not to blame, are you? "

The irony is obvious.

Jiang Shi smelled the smell of smoke. He coughed violently. He twisted his body and lay on the side of the bed.

Qian Yan'an frowned, and a heartache appeared in his heart. Then he scratched a fierce color in his eyes, grabbed Jiang Shi's collar and let him hold his head up.

"What's the matter? You can't smell... "

Before he finished speaking, he saw the blood in Jiang Shi's hand, and his hand loosened.

He came down and pinched out his cigarette.

Jiang sipped his mouth and stretched out to catch him. Qian Yan'an waved his hand, "don't touch me."