C491 (1/2)

Qin Hanze sat on the sofa, his wrist was burning with pain, but his face was extremely cold. Qin Hanze has never been treated like this for so many years. It can be said that Gu Xian looks at the night Swan and just prepares to take Zhang Wensi upstairs for a rest. As a result, he hears her moaning in a very low voice and then wakes up leisurely. With a confused look in his eyes, he saw Gu Xian and rubbed his cheek with his neck.

It is shameless that he will not take advantage of others' danger.

After entering the door, I put wenzhizhi on the sofa. I wanted to send her back to the room directly, but I gave up the idea that she and Qin Hanze might live together.

Night Hu accompanied Gu Xian to send wenzhizhi back to Qin Hanze's villa, but I don't know whether it is the house that makes him very dissatisfied, or because it is Qin Hanze's house that makes him dissatisfied.

The car drove towards his villa, thinking of the man who might still be waiting for him to go home, he felt only a faint fragrance lingering in his heart and bound his whole person.

The wound on Qin Hanze's hand is still bleeding. It falls on the ground drop by drop and falls on the ground along his way out. He opened

and no one even stopped him from going out.

Qin Hanze went out. The moonlight was shining on him. He walked out step by step. The shadow behind him stretched for a long time. The servants of Qin's family have already rested. Qin's father and mother seem to have something to do. Qin Hanze's going out is not stopped.

He stood up, did not go to see the blood stained handcuffs, stood up, casually took a little cotton cloth to bandage the wound. Maybe it's because of Qin's mother's heartache for her son. She just handcuffed Qin Hanze to the sofa. At night, she also let those who watched back, and the door was not locked.

The hands with scalpels, the hands with distinct skeletons, were already bloody. Blood trickled down from his palm on the ground, his face is extremely cold and calm.

When he finally took it off, the clothes behind him were soaked with cold sweat, and the big beads of sweat fell from his forehead along his cheek and from his chin to the ground,

closed.

His eyes seemed to be covered with a haze of light, grasping the dislocated palm, a little bit from the handcuffs pulled out. Even if the flesh on the palm is brought down and the pain of dislocation overlaps with it, he just bites his teeth tightly

but this is only half of it.