Sir, Please Conduct Yourself

She was in a state of uneasiness, and her forehead was springing out, but the bodyguard bypassed her and went to her side.

In the dark, a man's breathing voice was almost invisible. Tan Jing was afraid that he would suddenly do something. Her desire for survival, which had never appeared in so many days, reached its peak in a short moment.

Originally, she wanted to die. What she thought was that it would be better to die clean than to bear the present skin bag and live people who are not like people and ghosts who are not like ghosts. And if she really died, Gu Beihua would not feel better.

Tan Jing thinks it's also good to be able to use the last value of her life to block him.

But now she doesn't want to die.

Gu Beihua's repeated stimulation and humiliation ignited a fire of anger and hatred that had never happened in her heart for many years. If she died directly, it would be good to finish everything, but it doesn't directly affect Gu Beihua.

This is not what Tan Jing really wants.

What she wants is to throw Gu Beihua into the dirtiest sewer after his skin cramps and bones are crushed, tear up his proud hypocrisy shell, trample on it, completely destroy his carefully arranged situation, and let him lose his reputation. From then on, she will live a life of muddling along.

So she can't die. At least she can't die easily before she sees Gu Beihua's doom. Otherwise, isn't she just like Qu Qingchen?

Tan Jing has endured humiliation for so many years, and she has not done anything harmful to nature. Her hands have been stained with the blood of many people for a long time. Now only by washing them with the lives of Gu Beihua and Qu Qingchen, can she really be saved.

The man paused for a moment, raised his arm and looked at the time on the watch, then took it back. The faint light green fluorescence of the hour hand and minute hand in the wrist watch only appeared for a moment and then disappeared, like a small firefly, which was drowned in the birthplace before it had time to hum.

Tan Jing wanted to talk, but her throat seemed to be blocked with something, and she couldn't make a sound. Want to fight the last bit of strength to escape, but the legs and feet are all soft, muscle soft, prone to spasm into a ball, so that no more strength.

All she could do was to sit in the cold and stiff chair under her body, feeling sweat oozing from her forehead and palms.

In the dark, there was a click.

Tan Jing's nerves nearly broke when the sound sounded. The sweat that had been hanging on her forehead suddenly fell down and fell on the chair. There was an extremely slight sound.

However, just such a very weak sound, but was keenly captured by the bodyguard.

Obviously, she couldn't see anything, but Tan Jing immediately felt that two cold and sinister sharp lights were shining on her. The chill on her back that had not subsided just now floated up again, which made her throat burst out a burst of fishy sweetness.

But the bodyguard did not make any bad reaction, just kept the action standing in place.

Tan Jing breathed in her throat, and every nerve in her brain was tensed, for fear that something might be cold around her and poked straight at her throat. She just had the idea of living. She didn't want to be killed so soon with regret.

Suddenly, Tan Jing saw a square light up in the darkness in front of her. She was a little stunned, until there was a picture in the light, and there was a loud sound, she recognized that the object in front of her was a small TV.

After being locked up for a long time, in her long, almost isolated days, Tan felt that she almost forgot what her free life used to be like, even what the TV set looked like.

But the next second, deeper doubts arise.

In this way, the "click" sound just now should be the sound made by the bodyguard when he turned on the TV, but it doesn't make sense. How could a good bodyguard show her the TV?

She was thinking hard, and her thoughts were easily interrupted by the man's cool voice, "are you awake?"