C8 Chapter 8

In an instant, the atmosphere seemed to have collapsed. It was so stiff that it caused people to be unable to breathe. Even the faint fragrance was starting to make people nauseous.

Yan Moxiao lowered his head. Other than gloominess, there was no other expression on his face.

"You should be glad you didn't see him covered in blood. "Yan Moxiao …" Mo Donglin slowly lowered his hand and narrowed his eyes at the man in front of him. That kind of mocking gaze was merciless no matter what.

"Don't you think that you should come today? "Since he's already gone, why should I ask him again..." After a sudden pause, Mo Donglin gradually recovered his usual expression and posture as he smiled. "Anybody is fine, but only you, don't have that position and qualification."

Yan Moxiao moved his lips, but his expression still didn't change too much. He just clasped his hands together. The slightly white joints were already the best sign of him losing his composure.

Was it anger, resentment, or unwillingness …

Looking at his "bitter hatred of his" attitude, Mo Donglin suddenly laughed, walked around the short table between the two and slowly walked in front of Yan Moxiao.

His approach seemed to bring about a special smell. Yan Moxiao frowned. The last few times he saw Yan Zhixiao, this smell came from his body.

Yan Moxiao slowly raised his head and looked at the person in front of him.

"Good eye." Mo Donglin's lips curved even higher. He bent down slightly and looked straight at Ye Zichen, "But, I'm very confused."

Yan Moxiao didn't understand what he meant.

"It's not that you like Yan Zhixiao, it's just that you feel that something is suddenly missing and aren't used to it. It was like a toy that he did not care about in the first place. However, it had once been his. Now that he's gone, I naturally feel that way. "

Mo Donglin slowly said and straightened his body, ignoring Yan Moxiao's alternating between white and red face as he sighed.

"Unfortunately, he picked a person like you." After saying that, he turned around and was about to leave. However, when he was halfway there, he suddenly turned back to look at the person sitting on the sofa. He squinted his eyes slightly and said casually: "But, you are really nice to Wen Rui. "Hum, hum ~"

The last smile had a profound meaning to it, so much so that it made people shudder.

Yan Moxiao never retorted from beginning to end. It wasn't that he didn't care about Mo Donglin's words, but he didn't want to show any signs of care right now. Closing his eyes, he took a deep breath and got up from the sofa. Then, he turned around and strode towards the door.

Just as he was about to leave, the man who had been playing chess with Mo Donglin came in. Seeing Yan Moxiao, he didn't have any expression. He nodded slightly and was no different from the servant that brought Yan Moxiao in.

Yan Moxiao looked at the familiar face before leaving the room without saying anything.

Finding someone similar to him to replace him was just a bad taste. But it was also a hope in despair.

Yan Moxiao didn't start the car immediately after they got back to the car. Sitting in the driver's seat, he looked out the window. It was already dark, the clouds were orange, and the night was hot and humid.

Looking away, he took out a cigarette from his jacket pocket, flicked it lightly, lowered his head and bit into the longest cigarette. He tossed the cigarette pack to the side, opened the lighter and lit it.

The flames lit up the area with a sizzling sound, but only for a few seconds. Yan Moxiao lowered his head and brought the cigarette in his mouth closer to the fire. The cigarette was burning fast. He raised his head and took a deep breath, then snapped the lighter.

It wasn't that there weren't any sorrows. However, it was not as much as he had imagined.

Perhaps Mo Donglin was right. In fact, he could pretend that nothing had happened. The man's death would not do him much harm. His life was going to go on, and it wouldn't change anything. But it didn't feel right. The thought that Yan Zhixiao did not exist in the world made him feel like something was missing.

He didn't like Yan Zhixiao -- but he didn't want to lose Yan Zhixiao.

Even though it seemed like a shield, it was actually just a step away. There seemed to be a layer of paper between them.

As the smoke slowly filled the surrounding area, everything seemed to be at a loss.

As if to prove something, Yan Moxiao went to the usual nightclub. He ordered the wine as usual, but he drank it more fiercely than usual. One mouthful after another, one cup after another, he was thirsty like a person in the desert. The only difference was that the alcohol he was drinking now was not low.

His heart was unhappy, as if it was blocked by something. He originally thought that if he drank too much, he would be able to forget many things. But as the empty bottles increased in number, he found that his consciousness seemed to become clearer.

It was as if that person's face was imprinted in his mind. He could even clearly see that person's frown.

Sensing this, Yan Moxiao seemed to suddenly wake up. He pushed away the man kneeling between his legs and tried to help him do the oral sex. He was so confused that he couldn't even see what his face looked like. Perhaps she had already subconsciously treated him as that person.

But the man was gone. He's dead --

The word "die" surprisingly became heavy.

His desire had clearly been aroused, but he did not want to vent it at will. Yan Moxiao was breathing heavily. His face was flushed as he stared at the man kneeling on the ground and looked at him pitifully. He felt an inexplicable sense of disgust.

He pulled up his pants, turned around and left without hesitation. Even standing still and swaying slightly required a few seconds to master the balance.

Yan Moxiao was drunk, but his memory was getting clearer.

He remembered where the man lived and that he was going to find the man--to settle accounts.