The torture of last night has worn off Ye Shayan's spirit.

This night, she really realized that there was a great disparity between men and women. If she wanted to fight with men, she had no chance of winning at all.

She doesn't want to go through that miserable night again. If she does it again, she will go crazy.

"Now you know it's wrong? It's too late."

There was no fluctuation in the tone of canonization, and the tone was light and cold.

He seemed unwilling to take another look at Ye Shayan. As soon as he turned his steps, he walked towards the tea table in front of the sofa.

There is a plate of fruit on the tea table and a fruit knife next to it.

Feng Sheng went to the tea table, bent slightly, and with slender fingers with clear bones, he picked up the fruit knife about 15 cm long.

"Canonization, what are you doing?"

Ye Shayan went crazy as soon as she saw Feng Sheng coming towards her with a knife and her long hair scattered on the bed like a crazy woman.

What does canonization want?

Does he want to kill Jiang Haifeng like that?

"Canonization, don't mess around! At least we have a classmate, will you let me go? I promise I'll never appear in front of you and Luo Yangyang again!"

With the example of Jiang Haifeng's death without a whole body, ye Shayan saw the glittering fruit knife in the hands of the canonization.

The fear that rose from the bottom of her heart spread to all her limbs. This fear was transmitted to her brain and made her crazy.

She doesn't want to die. She's still very young. She's not even thirty. She doesn't want to die like this.

"For the sake of my classmates, I have let you go once. This time you have to hit the muzzle of the gun."

Canonization did not look at Ye Shayan. His cold eyes drooped slightly, and he casually played with the cold fruit knife in his hand.

There is a scar on Yangyang's shoulder. He needs to poke several blood holes in Ye Shayan's body in order to repay the knife?

Yaquan looked at the fruit knife in Fengsheng's hand and suddenly understood what Fengsheng wanted to do.

After the canonization reached the end of the bed, he took a step forward:

"Boss, let me do it. Don't stain your hands."

When Feng Sheng's cold eyes were raised, he gave ya Quan a sharp look, and then put the fruit knife on ya Quan's outstretched palm.

"What are you doing? If you kill me, it's illegal and you'll go to jail!"

Ye Shayan looked at the fruit knife that seemed to determine her fate and transferred it from the holy hand to Yaquan's hand. Instead of reducing, the fear in his heart became stronger.

She was afraid that she would die here today. She was afraid that no one would know how she died in her life.

The canonization ignored Ye Shayan's shouting.

He didn't even look at her. Wearing a black suit, he retreated to the wall, leaned back gently and leaned against the wall.

Feng Sheng looked at the front with cold eyes. His sight fell to the end of the bed, and ye Shayan's figure was still out of his field of vision.

When Yaquan walked towards Ye Shayan lying on the bed with a fruit knife.

Jim, who had been sitting on the bedside table, looked at the impassive canonization and suddenly got up and walked towards him.

"Boss, do you smoke?"

Yaquan took out a cigar from his suit pocket and handed it to the canonization.

Feng Sheng turned his cold eyes, glanced at Jim, took the cigar, and the sexy lip flap with appropriate thickness was slightly held.