I opened the diary again and continued reading after the page I read last time.
I act like an idiot every day, smoking a cigarette and squatting among a few idiots who claim to admire me and want to hang out with me.
Yes, he was the only one squatting and coldly watching the other prisoners working.
The idiot next to me told me that there was an idiot in front of me who called me a loser behind my back yesterday.
After I heard that, I got up and rushed over, kicked the bucket and mop out of his hand, and without saying a word, I directly responded to the cheers of everyone.
I was beaten up, but I was not surprised.
Like an idiot, amidst the cheers, I was picked up by the guards and beaten with a stick.
He almost beat me to death, so he sent me into a small dark room to think about my faults alone.
When I was "facing the wall and thinking about my faults", I was probably too bored.
I wrote a letter of repentance, took a pen and ink, and stabbed my heart, stabbing, stabbing, and stabbing a girl.
That came out too.
I couldn't feel the pain.
Looking at this word, I thought a lot.
I don't know what it means.
It probably means hate. asked me as I walked out of the dark room and followed my adoring idiot.
Why are you beating that idiot?
I said, I don’t know.
I’m bored and want to find something to do.
People who don’t understand me may think so.
My uncle would think so too.
A good-for-nothing would never be a thorn in others' side.
When will these miserable and boring days end?
I'm on guard every day, lest someone suddenly comes over in the middle of the night and suffocates, strangles, or strangles me to death.
Want to go out.
Want to go out immediately I was really happy to hear that Lao He was in jail.
That woman still has two brushes.
I really don’t know whether to hate her or appreciate her.
I even think I should thank her for making many things easier to solve.
Feng Xueyan came again, and I felt more and more indebted to her.
When she sat opposite me, she seemed to be the only hope I saw.
My dad said he doesn’t want to mess with my uncle, and I don’t want to have any head-on conflict with my uncle.
If I are with Feng Xueyan, everything will be solved.
There is no need to fight, and my uncle will not dare to touch me.
I was finally released from prison, and Feng Xueyan came to pick me up.
Her smile made me feel very comfortable, but at the same time, I actually thought of that woman again, the woman I hadn't seen in the past three years.
It seems that there is still a breath of bad breath left, but it seems that there is no need to see her, forget it, everyone is even.
Feng Xueyan and I returned home.
My dad wanted to teach me a lesson.
But my mother stopped her, and because Feng Xueyan was no longer there, she didn't say anything.
When I went to her house with Feng Xueyan, I hit a snag and was slapped in the face by Feng Xuekun.
It really hurt him.
Young Master, I have a bad temper and refuse to serve.
I turn around and leave, leaving Feng Xueyan alone there to deal with her brother and father.
There may be something wrong, but I really can't force it.
After returning home, my dad received a call from Feng Xuekun and locked me in the room directly, telling me never to think about it again in this life.
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It was too arrogant and rude, and he asked me to reflect on it.
My uncle kept trying to persuade me outside the door, but my dad didn't listen and looked like a stubborn donkey.
I was kept at home by my dad for several days.
It's boring, scratching my head, and I don't know what I want to do.
My uncle suddenly released me secretly and took me to his house.
He made some things for me to play with and look at those things.
It's a bit disgusting, maybe I haven't played in jail for too long.
However, it was given by my uncle, how could I not give it face?
Let's play, it seems quite comfortable.
At night, someone suddenly came to my uncle to report that Chen Jiahao's transactions in the nightclub were discovered by Chen Jiahao's people and almost sent him to the police.
My uncle was very angry and seemed to remind me on purpose, "The scratcher at your stall is still at Chen Jiahao's place.
Do you want to have a few carvings one night?"
I smiled, "I want everyone to know that I'm out.
I want to make Chen Jiahao lose face tonight.
I want some people to live without dying."
Take the person who came to report to my uncle, The so-called Brother Tiger is gone.
This Tiger Brother has long been told by Third Brother that he is always bullying him and beating him to death.
I don’t know why I became interested because of my uncle’s words.
Maybe it’s because I’ve played with drugs too much and my mind is unclear.
Or maybe it’s because of that woman.
When I surrounded Chen Jiahao's nightclub and the guests were chasing away, I stood in this familiar hall and seemed to see the woman walking past me, but it was just an illusion.
I wanted to see her so much that I led people on a rampage without giving a single order.
What I saw was the woman who was laughing under the guest.
I don't know why I'm so angry, but my only purpose is to scare her to death.
It's better to scare her to death without me doing anything.
She thought I was here just for her, which I just thought was ridiculous.
Chen Jiahao, the protector, didn't ask me to take him away, but I insisted on taking him away.
When I took her back to the small villa, I really wanted to fuck her.
It was probably because I hadn't touched a woman for a long time.
You won’t have all the fun if you play alone.
I pinned her down on the bed and poured medicine into her, vigorously, until she lived or died.
I told myself that I didn't care about this woman at all.
But she actually slapped me.
Seeing her cry made me feel a little sad.
I don't know whether it feels distressed or not.
I only know that I want to play with her to death just like playing with a dog.
I'll forget about playing with her to death.
While playing and doing it, I seemed to be intoxicated.
It seemed like I couldn't get any pleasure from doing it over and over again, until I saw that she was dying.
That scared look in her eyes made my heart feel a little soft.
Even though I gave her medicine, I still couldn't bear it because I was afraid she wouldn't be able to bear it anymore.
I was very conflicted, I wanted to kill her, and I was worried that she wouldn't be able to bear it.
I don't know what I was thinking, so I lay next to her and fell asleep slowly, as if I had slept for a century.
When I woke up, my chest was pressed against my back because of hunger. back Lorna didn't know when she left.
Just leave, I don’t want to pursue anything, it seems that there are some things that will become a habit if I miss her too much, just like I miss her sometimes.
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Just like if you hate it for a long time, you can't forget it.
I decided not to look for her anymore, that was enough, even though I seemed to be afraid of her.
The most suitable person for me is Feng Xueyan.
It is best to be with her.
I am sorry to her once.
Not a second time.
Anyway, I have been in jail.
For a little girl, despite her childishness, she has escaped a lot of things in jail.
What I didn't expect was that my uncle didn't intend to stop.
What he did made me sad beyond words.
He started to fuck Feng Xueyan's father.
My dad said it was time to move on with the plan, this uncle was hopeless.
I was in pain and couldn't bear it, because I knew that no one who my father wanted to touch could escape.
Even my uncle, who was a man of three heads and six arms, couldn't fight against my father, but it would only take a lot of effort.
My uncle asked me to play with him every day.
I was so confused and played with drugs that my brain exploded.
The only reason why I still felt soft-hearted was that he didn't let me smoke white powder yet.
But I'm not a white fan.
I seem to be addicted again.
I feel uncomfortable if I don't play.
I seem to have a premonition that if this continues, I will become a waste if I don't pretend to be a waste.
I heard that the slow rocking bar was very fun, so I took my third brother and some people there.
There's no good location or card deck.
Anyway, if something happens, my uncle will take care of it.
It seems that he has really been released, and he wants to have fun whenever he finds an opportunity.
I drove away two or three waves of customers and gave the manager a hard time.
Who the hell did he know that I am the young master of the Huo family?
Sit there comfortably.
Watching the women on the stage show off their coquettishness.
I planned to take a few of them with me, but I felt nothing in my arms, and in the end I didn’t even want to hold them in my arms.
Lorna suddenly called me, but I didn't answer.
She called her third brother and said she wanted to see me if she had something to do.
I nodded and let her come.
I really felt it was ironic.
What the hell did this woman want to do with me?
When she came, I saw her and I felt something there, just looking at her When I think back to when I fucked her a few days ago, the feeling is really nostalgic.
She looks different from others, and I can’t say that she is different from others.
It should be different for every woman, but I just like it. like.
I was a little confused and didn't want to look at her, but I started playing childishly with the girl next to me, peeking at her face, as if she was unhappy to make me feel better, just like when I asked her to sit on the stage, Like to piss her off I didn't know what she wanted from me, and I didn't ask.
I even planned not to do anything to help her.
But when I was teasing her, I saw her limping off the stage after drinking too much foreign wine, crying, and I felt a little uncomfortable.
I watched her stumbling through the crowd in a daze.
I squeezed out.
I don’t know why I felt that I was a little too much.
It’s really ridiculous.
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For such a woman who harmed me, I really thought it was too much.
Am I crazy?
She is just a young lady, a sinister and scheming woman.
Suddenly, people from below ran over and secretly told me that Lorna collapsed at the door of the Slow Bar and was carried into a taxi by two men
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