"I'll leave first," Na Chen was silent for a long time, let go of his hand, and suddenly stood up, "I have something to do. Yawen﹏﹏＿w·w-w·."

"Na Chen." Anhe looked up at him, as if he wanted to say something.

Nachen didn't look at him, turned around and walked towards the door of the cafe: "You go home and rest."

Anhe didn't say anything anymore, watching Na Chen's figure disappear at the door, and the touch left by Na Chen remained in his hand, trembling with coldness. He picked up the cup and took a sip. The coffee was already cold.

The moment Na Chen let go of his hand, Anhe felt a sudden relaxation in his heart, like a rubber ring that was forcibly stretched out, removing the supporting things.

But when it tensed for a long time and suddenly loosened, it could not return to its original state, leaving a large blank space, and the feeling of emptyness quickly filled the body.

Na Chen did not tell what happened in the end. An He was not surprised by this result. Na Chen might not have many secrets to him in his heart. Na Chen needs to talk to him and someone needs to listen to him, but like himself, there are some injuries that cannot be easily shown in the past.

Angel lit a cigarette, heated the coffee in the pot and drank it slowly.

He didn't know what he was thinking.

Worry, anxiety, irritability, confusion...

The air mixed with tobacco and coffee surrounded him, and the fatigue and tiredness that were pressed by force floated up little by little. He lowered his head and leaned on the table, closing his eyes.

Na Chen drove back to the old car park, his big head was not sleeping yet, and he was barking at him in the doghouse.

He parked the car, took out a piece of snow cake from his pocket and broke it into its bowl: "Stop calling, I forgot to buy you something when I come back today, there are only snow cakes. I won't get angry if I eat one."

Big Head licked his hand, stretched out his head to eat the snow cake in the bowl, then retracted and curled up and continued to sleep.

Na Chen stood by the doghouse and watched his big head be stunned for a long time. The cold wind blew over him some small pieces into his eyes, and then he rubbed his eyes and walked away.

It had been several days since I returned to the parking lot, and the fire in the iron bucket had long disappeared. In this snowy weather, the house was so cold.

He changed his clothes, took out his cell phone and called Ge Jian: "Are you with Brother Lei?"

"...Hmm." There was music on the other end of Ge Jian, and someone could hear a loud voice singing onion.

If you are willing to peel off my heart layer by layer...

"Sing?" Na Chen asked, pulling out an iron stick from under the bed and carrying it out of the door.

"Don't come over," Ge Jian did not answer him, lowered his voice anxiously, "Na Chen, don't come over..."

Before he could finish speaking, Na Chen hung up the phone and turned off the phone.

I'm tired.

very tired.

Angel's words kept floating in his ears, overwhelming all the sounds in the darkness.

The car drove very fast, and Na Chen stared at the front. It was late at night, and the nightclub was noisy, but the streets outside were deserted.

The wind blew on his body and lost the chill that made him feel refreshed. The feeling of coldness that penetrated his body was burned by the anger in his heart.

After rushing into the parking lot, his car slowed down and slowly walked around the parking lot on the third floor. Yawen﹏bar＿w·w-w·.

Lei Bo's car is easy to find. Na Chen found his f150 on the second floor of the underground. Next to it was Lei Bo's domineering. Both cars were driving out. Lei Bo brought people out to sing today.

Na Chen parked his car to the next floor, carried the iron rod back to the second floor, and squatted in the corner where he could see the Lei Bo car clearly.

Lei Bo never waited for someone to drive out at the gate. He was used to picking up his car in the parking lot.

Na Chen lit a cigarette, but he held it in his hand but didn't smoke a single mouthful.

His hands were shaking uncontrollably.

Fear, angry, and sad, he couldn't tell which emotion it was that made him unable to think about anything in his mind now.

The ash burned out a long piece and fell to the ground as his fingers trembled.

Na Chen pressed the cigarette butt and lit another one.

Time passed by seconds, and several people came to pick up the car in a scattered manner. No one saw him squatting in the darkness and the dim fire in his hands.

When the fourth cigarette burned to the end, Na Chen heard the footsteps of several people coming from the direction of the elevator.

He stood up, moved his legs, which were a little numb, and picked up the iron stick placed at his feet.

"Come here to pick me up tomorrow afternoon," Lei Bo's voice came over, "I'll go to the store for a walk."

"Okay, I'll go get the car in the morning and I need to maintain it." Ge Jian replied.

"Well, there is also..." Lei Bo did not finish his words, and the second half of the sentence was pressed into his throat.

The black shadow rushed out of the corner of the side blocked Lei Bo in front of Lei Bo without anyone reacting. Then there was a dull collision sound. Lei Bo covered his shoulder and shook it, hitting the body of the follower behind him.

Before the follower wanted to protect Lei Bo, the black shadow raised his hand again and smashed it down at Lei Bo's face.

"That Chen?" Lei Bo subconsciously raised his hand and blocked his eyes.

Na Chen didn't say anything, and the iron rod fell down for the second time and slammed Lei Bo's arm hard.

He heard the crisp sound when the bone was broken and the roar of Lei Bo gritting his teeth.

The third time he failed to hit Lei Bo, and the iron rod was held by Ge Jian when it fell.

Ge Jian almost rushed to him, hugged him and pushed him back suddenly, his voice pressing down very lowly, and his ear yelled: "Don't you want to live anymore!"

Na Chen didn't make a sound and ran towards Ge Jian silently. Ge Jian was knocked away by him and took several steps back.

When he rushed over again, Lei Bo's several subordinates had already blocked Lei Bo's face. The one closest to Na Chen had already pulled out the knife. Na Chen didn't expect to thrust his hand over. The man screamed and the knife fell to the ground.

"Who the hell asked you to use a knife! Fuck!" Lei Bo cursed.

This was the last sentence Na Chen heard, and then all the sounds disappeared from his ears, shouting, cursing, the sound of wind brought out from his fists, the sound of chaotic footsteps... Everything disappeared.

He swung the iron rod hard, and his anger burned his whole body with pain. Every punch, every kick, every impact was his anger.

No one has ever seen such a crazy Chen, with blood-red eyes and cold eyes. Ya﹎。

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To be continued...