Running wild in the arms of the sick boss

Chapter 259

In a luxurious Chinese-style bedroom with carved beams.

The retro lamps were extinguished, and only dim candlelight was burning, creating a gloomy and terrifying atmosphere.

In the bathroom, pale incandescent light was on.

Qin Jin, who had a heart attack, was forced to take heart medicine, and his limbs were tied to a chair. He fell to the ground sideways, breathing hard, coughing out the hot water that had choked his trachea, and making a "gurgling" sound in his throat. He wanted to shout for help, but he was too weak to shout.

Gu Yanluo was wearing a pair of black plastic gloves.

She was wearing black boots with shoe covers to erase footprints.

While Qin Jin was catching his breath.

She turned around Qin Jin's bedroom, looking for something useful.

She took out a bottle of "spicy" Luzhou Laojiao 1573 from the mahogany wine cabinet.

She took out a cigar from the cigar box on the bedside table, put it in her mouth, lit it, took a puff with an indifferent expression, frowned coldly, raised her head in a ruffian manner, and exhaled lightly.

She also passed by the sandalwood cabinet where Qin Jin kept his medicine bottles and took away a bottle of chloral hydrate solution (sedative and hypnotic) and a bottle of antihypertensive medicine.

Then, she turned around and slowly returned to the bathroom.

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Make life worse than death.

It doesn't have to be bloody and injured to achieve it.

It has to leave no trace, and it has to keep him alive, and it has to make him suffer all kinds of pain.

It just so happens that she likes to play this kind of trick.

Gu Yanluo gave Qin Jin enough time to catch his breath and calm the pain of the heart attack.

The wash basin was filled with cold water.

Gu Yanluo smiled on her lips, and the poisonous light in her eyes flashed.

Mix a bottle of white wine into the water and stir it well.

She helped Qin Jin up again from the chair where he was tied, holding a cigar between her fingertips, and bent over to pat Qin Jin's wrinkled and yellow-spotted face, "Are you awake?"

The person I took great pains to cherish and protect.

You beat him up like that after 20 strokes of the cane.

He was clearly injured like that.

He only dared to cry out in pain in his dreams.

"Let's continue the game."

Qin Jin's purple lips trembled, his old face was pale, he took a deep breath and exhaled, as if his heart would stop beating in the next second.

His gloomy old eyes revealed a trace of angry poison, and he said intermittently: "You... Even if you kill me... You can't stop the fact that he will die... Even if I go to hell... I will curse you... You are destined to lose him..."

Gu Yanluo's eyes became sharp, and the arc of her smile became larger and larger. Her eyes were wrapped in extreme evil, as dangerous as a witch, mysterious and terrifying.

She sneered: "I said, I won't let you die, you haven't seen him happy yet."

After saying that, Gu Yanluo narrowed her beautiful eyes coldly, holding a cigar in the corner of her mouth, and ruthlessly used a cup to scoop up hot water filled with spicy alcohol. Without saying a word, she pinched Qin Jin's jawbone tightly, pried open his mouth, and poured it in.

One cup.

Three cups.

Five cups.

...

She didn't stop until the pool was filled with clear water mixed with spicy liquor and the bottom was reached.

Add a strong spicy taste to the water.

It can further stimulate a person's lungs, trachea, and bronchi.

Prolong the pain time without shedding a drop of blood.

Qin Jin began to cough painfully, and transparent liquid continued to ooze out of his eyes and nose. The spicy stimulation rushed to his nose and brain, and the lungs were soaked in the spicy taste, causing severe burning and stinging, and all over his limbs.

His eyeballs were congested and his eye sockets were red, as if he was going to cough out all his internal organs.

He couldn't breathe, and his whole body was twitching.

The fear of dying from suffocation enveloped him strongly.

But he couldn't struggle or call for help.

He could only look at the girl in front of him fiercely, staring at him like an admiration.

Gu Yanluo's skin was cold and white. Under the cold light, her long eyelashes were slightly closed, half covering her eyes, casting a fan-shaped shadow, shrouding her ruthless and vicious aura.

She dragged the emergency oxygen cylinder equipped in the room.

She exclaimed: "Your place is very good, with everything."

I'm afraid it's because Qin Jin has a heart disease, so the Qin family equipped it for emergency treatment.

She put an oxygen mask on Qin Jin, who was almost fainted, and increased the oxygen concentration to continue to calm him down.

She turned on the exhaust fan to dissipate the smell of alcohol in the bathroom.

Lazily leaning against the wall, smoking a cigar, waiting for the next round of torture.

Time passed little by little.

It was almost two o'clock in the morning.

Gu Yanluo reached out and pulled the oxygen mask on Qin Jin's face. With a "bang", the rubber band of the oxygen mask bounced back to Qin Jin's face. The sudden stinging sensation frightened Qin Jin and he trembled all over. He opened his eyes like a corpse.

His gray hair was messy, his head was tilted, his eyes were half open, and he seemed to be dying. Tears flowed from the corners of his eyes, his nostrils were oozing, his mouth was crooked, his saliva was overflowing uncontrollably, and his whole body was shaking uncontrollably.

Gu Yanluo mixed half a bottle of chloral hydrate solution into the oxygen inhalation device.

Let Qin Jin slowly inhale to calm down.

While he was still conscious, he said lightly: "Just now, I read your personalMedical record book, you have high blood pressure and heart disease, you take antihypertensive drugs all year round, and occasionally inject sleeping pills. "

"Do you know? Taking strong antihypertensive drugs before going to bed, or inhaling excessive sleeping pills, blood pressure will drop significantly, thus affecting the blood supply to the brain, slowing blood flow, increasing blood viscosity, and clotting in the cerebral blood vessels to form embolism, then, what will be your fate?"

Gu Yanluo threw two antihypertensive pills into Qin Jin's mouth.

Smilingly, she asked and answered herself, "Yes, it is cerebral infarction paralysis, ischemic stroke."

"I will control the dosage to ensure that you will not die."

"When they come in at dawn, they will find that you are suddenly unconscious and unconscious. From now on, you will be paralyzed, speech impeded, unable to take care of yourself, bedridden, and become a useless person. "

Gu Yanluo had a cold and gloomy light behind her, and her beautiful face was filled with a suffocating enchantment.

"That would be a celebration for all, and everyone would be happy..."

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At the same time, in the early morning, in Gu Mansion.

The white relief wall ceiling, the hazy bed curtains were half drawn.

The floor lamp was dim, and the room was silent.

Qin Wuwang was lying on the soft bed, with a goose down quilt lightly covering his thin waist. There was an IV needle inserted in the back of his left hand, and his skin was torn and inflamed. There was a layer of medicine on his back, but no gauze.

He was sweating all over his face, breathing unevenly, and had a high fever. When he was blurred by the fever, he trembled all over, his eyelashes trembled, and he suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes were weak.

He subconsciously turned his head to the side and looked at the other side of the bed, his pupils shrank.

Beside him, there was nothing.

Realizing that Gu Yanluo was not Around him, the surroundings were terribly dead silent.

He resisted the dizziness, ignored the tearing and stinging pain of the large wound on his back, stood up, got out of bed, and froze when he was about to pull out the drip. He turned around and held the IV bag himself, dragging his tired and weak steps, barefoot, staggering, looking for Gu Yanluo everywhere.

"Yan Yan..."

The empty and dim bedroom echoed Qin Wuwang's hoarse and weak low call.

The dead and dim room was terribly quiet.

He was the only one left.

Qin Wuwang's black eyes were filled with melancholy, and he wiped off the cold sweat on his face, opened the bedroom door, stared at the dark and silent corridor outside, and walked out with his hands on the wall, his steps weak...

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Mr. Yan slapped the author to the ground, "He was sleeping well, why did you wake him up!"

The author raised his middle finger, "I just love to see him being pitied, heitui! ”

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