Chapter 132

Zuo Bo had worked on the pile of files at his table until midnight. Finally, he had the time to light a cigarette and enjoy it leisurely. Then he stroked his hair impatiently, as if he had thought of something horrible. It was probably something about Long Qi that Long Chen had mentioned.

‘So it still happened, right? I never thought you would move on with what happened to Long Qi. I can tell from your horrible attitude towards me over the past five years.’

Zuo Bo spat out a mouthful of smoke decadently and blew it at the ceiling. Soon, he crashed out the cigarette and walked out of his office.

Walking all the way to his room, he paused in front of his own door. He stretched out his hand for a moment and then smiled-he was smiling at how stupid he was.

He didn’t open his door because he knew that Long Chen wouldn’t sleep in there so he walked to the guest room.

Zuo Bo thought it would take him a while to find the room where Long Chen was sleeping in, but he didn’t expect Zuo Yi to be so considerate for he hung a signboard of “Guest” outside the room where Long Chen was in as if he knew Zuo Bo would come to see Long Chen.

Zuo Bo chuckled, looking a little helpless. Just as he was about to turn the door knob, he stopped, then suddenly put down his hand, leaned against the wall beside him and lit a cigarette.

‘I’d better go in there later! He will probably get grumpy if I come in while he’s still awake!’

Then Zuo Bo just stood outside the door, smoking nonstop. Suddenly, he looked at his injured hand and muttered, “I wonder if there are ways to stop the wounds from healing.”

Saying that, he clenched his hand and soon his blood just oozed from the bandage and the white was then dotted with red.

“Well, maybe that will do!” He said indifferently again and looked at his injured hand. Then he suddenly found himself really sick and going morbid, but he then pinched his brow helplessly.

‘It would not be impossible for me to become a criminal, if I keep living like this!’

Zuo Bo covered his face with his big hand, breathed out heavily with agony. Through the gaps between his fingers, he looked at the closed door and felt even more depressed.

‘I knew it. It’s just impossible for me to get too close to Long Chen, especially in such a peaceful night. Who would know what terrible things I would do?’

Zuo Bo sneered at himself, and then somehow, he suddenly walked away. Judging from the figure of his back, he seemed to be a little lost.

At the same time, inside the room, Long Chen, who was also leaning against the wall, heard the sound of his footsteps gradually fading away, and his anger became even more intense.

Suddenly, he punched the door and shouted angrily, “Zuo Bo, you’re a coward!” But after cursing, he was the one who shed tears.

“Damn it!” He gave another heavy punch on the door. Then he held his head in sorrow, bit on his lips and began to cry.

After crying for a long while leaning against the wall, Long Chen’s eyes suddenly became cold, and then he sneered indifferently and warned himself, “Zuo Bo just wants to get your body. You, Long Chen, will suffer the same fate as Long Qi had after he really gets your body. No, maybe even more miserable than him. So, Long Chen, aside from your body, there is nothing else that could attract his attention.” ‘So, even at the cost of death, you must protect your body from him! Otherwise you will step into the abyss if you are soft-hearted.’