Warm marriage and personal pet, please let go of the president's uncle

080: Don't be afraid, I'm here!Lu Lingye's complexion was frosty, and the air-conditioned Junyan was gloomy and frightening.

"Haha—" During the call, the other party sneered arrogantly, "Lu Lingye, at twelve o'clock tonight, at the warehouse on West Road in the suburbs, you want to save her life, so you come alone!"

beep-

The call was hung up mercilessly by the other party, and Lu Lingye's face was extremely cold.

"Get out of the car and contact Yan Qi to ensure her safety."

Lu Lingye gave Jian Yan an order, the car was parked on the side of the road, he bent his long legs, pulled Jian Yan out from the driver's seat, and sat in.

"Brother, why are you going?"

Jian Yan looked at Lu Lingye's extremely cold expression, feeling uncertain.

"Don't look for me tonight!"

After speaking, Lu Lingye stepped on the accelerator and slammed the steering wheel. The luxury car turned around on the spot, leaving black tire marks on the ground, and rushed out at a high speed.

Jian Yan didn't dare to delay, and hurried to Xinghua Cinema.

The crowd was crowded and the scene was chaotic, where could he find Yan Qi?

……

Nine p.m.

Yange opened his eyes in a daze, the back of his neck hurt terribly.

She struggled to sit up, but found herself unable to move.

In astonishment, Yange looked around, and the scene in front of her made it hard for her to recover for a long time.

In the dilapidated warehouse, a dim chandelier flickered in the distance.

The warehouse is very spacious, and the ground is littered with discarded cardboard boxes and wooden slats.

"woke up?"

A deep voice came to the ear with an echo, Yange followed the sound and saw a person sitting on a chair with his legs crossed in a dark place far away from the light.

With the familiar attire and the baseball cap pressed down very low, his whole face was immersed in the darkness, and it was difficult for Yange to see his appearance clearly.

"It's you?"

The reason why Yan Ge had an impression of his attire was because he had just seen him in the No. 7 screening hall a few hours ago.

"Oh, my memory is quite good."

The contemptuous attitude of the other party and the low and disgusting voice seemed to indicate that everything was abnormal.

Yange looked down at herself, her hands were tied behind her back, and the knees and ankles of her legs were tightly supported by the hemp rope.

She fell sideways on the ground, trapped all over her body, and it was very difficult to struggle to get up.

"Don't bother. Wouldn't it be better to save a little effort and bid farewell to Lu Lingye!"

The man's playful and gloomy words made Yange's whole heart arouse.

Panic flashed in her eyes, but she forced herself to be calm.

Yange took a deep breath, suppressing her fear, "What are you going to do?"

The man didn't speak, but got up from the chair instead.

His actions made Yange's heart lifted again, and he stared at him for a moment, not letting go of any details.

The man walked to the table under the light, pulled the suitcase on the table, opened it with a 'click', took out a silencer gun from it, and slowly stroked it.

Yange's big eyes flashed in horror, because she was far away, so she could only see his blurred side face.

"Want to know what I'm going to do, you'll see in a moment."

The man clicked twice, loaded the silencer gun, and with a wicked sneer at the corner of his mouth, pointed the silencer gun at Yange's direction under the light.

With this move, Yange's heart beat like a drum, and the panic instinct when death came swept his whole body.

"Hahaha!" Seeing Yange trembling, the man seemed to please him, "Don't be afraid, this gun is not for you."

After speaking, he inserted the pistol into the belt of his back waist, and the shape of the pistol was well hidden by the wide sweater.

Yange was stiff all over, the ground was cold, she was motionless, her shirt had already been soaked in cold sweat.

"The fire in Xinghua Film City, you set it off?"

Although the voice trembled, Yange still wanted to know more about the other party's purpose.

From the few words just now, she roughly guessed that she had become his bargaining chip against his uncle.

What kind of feud is there between them? It's to the point of firing a gun!

"Shut up!" The man suddenly sternly said, "Gu Yange, don't play tricks on me. If you dare to ask one more question, I will send you to see the King of Hades first!"

His hostile tone was full of anger, as if he would suddenly strike at the next moment.

Yange pursed her lips, originally Bai Xi's face was stained with a lot of dust.

The man stared at her coldly, then turned around and left the warehouse with the box in hand.

He opened the sliding iron door, and there was an unpleasant sound of rattling from the long-unused slide.

"Look at her!"

The man gave instructions to the two people outside the door, and the iron door was closed again, leaving only Yange in the spacious and dark warehouse.

She was panting heavily, her breathing was short, her eyes were sore and reddish, and she was extremely helpless.

A few minutes later, she gritted her teeth, pursed her mouth, and struggled from the ground to the wall with all her strength.

With support, Yange finally sat up, his body was dirty and dust spread.

She leaned against the wall and sat on the ground, the cold ground was just like her mood at the moment, cold and cold.

She thought a lot about the unknown and what was about to happen.

Is the gun in his hand aimed at my uncle?

Did he set fire to Xinghua Film City just to kidnap her here?

Many unanswered questions circled in Yange's mind.

Suddenly, a small figure appeared in her mind, and she burst into tears.

No matter how strong she used to be, it's nonsense to keep calm when encountering such a life-and-death situation!

She bit her lip hard, forced back tears, and leaned against the wall to carefully observe the situation in the warehouse.

From a glance, the warehouse is at least [-] square meters, but due to the dark surroundings, the line of sight is obstructed.

Yange took a deep breath, leaned back, touched the ground with her little hand, and groped left and right.

But, to no avail.

In the corner where she was, there was not even a scrap of paper on the ground except dust.

Yange lowered her head decadently, leaning her back against the wall, took a breath and tried to stand up.

But just now, his legs gave way, and he fell heavily to the ground.

The legs were tied up with hemp rope for too long, and I couldn't exert any strength.

God will kill her!

His whole body hurt from the fall, but Yange tried hard and tried several times in a row.

Fortunately, she succeeded.

Yange stood stiffly against the wall, unable to walk with her legs, and she didn't dare to move too much, so she could only rub against the ground and move a little bit to a darker place in the warehouse.

According to her guess, such a warehouse should have more than one exit.

Yange moved very slowly, and after a while, her legs became numb again.

With the strenuous movement, Yange was panting heavily.

With a sound of 'tearing', Yange's toes seemed to mention something sharp.

Her eyes lit up when she heard the sound, and she carefully squatted down against the wall, reached out and touched the right side of the shoe, a piece of broken glass.

Yange grabbed the glass, not afraid even if his fingertips were cut.

Two drops of blood dripped down her fingertips, and Yange's determination to save herself became more and more firm.

However, when she was holding the broken glass and was about to make a move, all her hopes were extinguished with a low, sarcastic voice, "You really are dishonest!"

Yange's breathing stopped suddenly, eyes full of surprise looked at the figure coming from the dark side of the warehouse, and his palms subconsciously tightened.

'Snapped! '

"Well!"

A loud slap hit Yange's face mercilessly.

Under the unstable center of gravity, she fell straight to the ground, dizzy.

The man squatted down slowly, reached out and grabbed Yange's hair, forcing her to look at him.

With a painful scalp, Yange frowned in pain. She opened her eyes wide and tried to see the other person's appearance, but it was in vain.

Not only is he wearing a baseball cap, but he even has a sports square around his neck.

The scarf covered the bridge of his nose from the bottom, and Yange couldn't see anything except those cold and dark eyes.

The face and the corners of the mouth were in hot pain, Yange raised his head, his voice trembling, "Who the hell are you?"

The man didn't say a word, but leaned against her body, and squeezed Yange's wrist tightly.

The severe pain almost made Yange faint. Her palm was completely punctured by the glass. Coupled with the pain on her wrist, her palm became loose, and the broken glass fell to the ground with a 'clang'.

The man narrowed his eyes slightly, picked up the glass and looked at it, "It's a bit clever, but it's a pity that I used it in the wrong place!"

He threw the broken glass far away, let go of Yange's hair, held her arm, and walked to the dilapidated table under the light.

With a hard push, Yange was forced to sit on the chair. Under the bright light above his head, a five-finger mark suddenly appeared on Yange's mud-stained face.

"Woman, if you dare to move again, I can't guarantee what will happen. It's easy to want to die, but I will let you experience what life is worse than death before you die!"

He opened his palm and pinched Yange's jaw with such force that he wanted to crush her bones.

In the end, he shook off Yange, and casually took out a roll of tape from his pocket.

After making a private note, he put the tape directly on Yange's mouth.

Seeing Yange's distressed appearance with satisfaction, he stretched out his hand to put her hair behind her ears, and took out his mobile phone by the way.

……

It was approaching twelve o'clock, around the warehouse on the suburban West Road, men in twos and threes with sports scarves covering their cheeks walked back and forth and observed.

The headlights of a car shot from a distance, and the people outside the warehouse immediately ran inside and shouted, "Third brother, he is here!"

The man playing with his mobile phone in the warehouse gave Yange an evil look, then touched the silencer gun on his waist, got up and walked out.

Yange still had tape on his mouth, his breathing was blocked, and his face was flushed.

Outside, there was the creaking sound of the tires running on the gravel road. Hearing the sound, Yange's tears couldn't stop falling.

What should I do?

What can she do?

The opponent had a gun in his hand, and it was clear that he was trying to play tricks.

But now her whole body is tied up, and she has been motionless for several hours, and her whole body has long been as stiff as iron.

Outside the warehouse, a black off-road vehicle slowly stopped, the body was as black as splashed ink, and there was no logo.

The heavy car door opened, and Lu Lingye got out of the car wearing a white shirt and black trousers.

His physique is still high, his white shirt is spotless, standing in front of the dilapidated warehouse, he looks out of place.

"Lu Lingye, you are here after all, it seems that this woman is really important to you!"

The man walked out of the warehouse, revealing the cold light in his eyes under the brim of his hat.

Lu Lingye's handsome face was extremely cold, he stared at him with eagle-like eyes, his thin lips parted, "Han Ze, the way you play tricks is completely different from your second brother!"

Han Ze was surprised, as if he was surprised that Lu Lingye was able to find out his identity in such a short period of time.

Simply, he smiled coldly, stretched out his hand and removed the scarf on his cheek, "Lu Lingye, you killed my brother back then, shouldn't we settle the score today too!"

The moment Han Ze took off the square scarf, Lu Lingye's eyes suddenly showed a murderous look.

If Yange could come out at this moment, he would definitely find that this man was the man who woke up in the same bed as her on Haitian No. [-] that day.

"How do you want to calculate?"

Lu Lingye seemed to have completely ignored Han Ze.

His sword eyes slightly raised, his face was as flat as a lake.

Han Ze was a little impatient, but suppressed his anger, and signaled the other companions outside the warehouse to walk towards Lu Lingye with his eyes.

"Lu Lingye, I told you I will kill you!"

Han Ze looked at Lu Lingye in a provocative tone, and then narrowed his eyes, "I believe you have seen the video I gave you, right? How is it? Women and life, which one do you want?"

The corner of Lu Lingye's lips twitched, "Everything!"

After finishing speaking, he narrowed his cold eyes and sternly said, "Take it!"

In an instant, strange noises suddenly came from the originally quiet surroundings outside the warehouse.

In the messy and noisy grass, ten elite marines appeared, and no one even knew when their elite camouflage started.

On the roof of the warehouse, four team members with submachine guns jumped down, knocking down Han Ze's men to the ground in the blink of an eye.

In the next instant, countless car lights lit up in all directions of the warehouse.

The headlights illuminated the surrounding area of ​​the warehouse as if it were daytime, forming a complete circle from a slight look.

The sudden change caught Han Ze off guard.

He took out the silencer gun from his belt, rolled forward and ran to the warehouse door.

Holding a gun, he fired two shots at Lu Lingye while running, roaring in his mouth, "Lu Lingye, how dare you play tricks, I want your woman to pay for her life!"

Han Ze was extremely angry, and he couldn't help feeling annoyed that he was too careless to underestimate the enemy.

"It's up to you? Trash!"

Under Han Ze's agitation, his marksmanship naturally missed his aim, and he missed the corner of Lu Lingye's clothes with two shots in the wrong direction.

He tried to run back to the warehouse to hide, but surrounded by a knight off-road vehicle outside the warehouse, the sniper narrowed his eyes, hooked his fingertips, and hit Han Ze directly on the calf with precise marksmanship.

Han Ze fell to the ground in pain, and the silencer gun in his hand was also thrown out.

At this moment, the door of the warehouse opened, and Wen Xiaoer came out with an angry face supporting Yange.

Lu Lingye's eyes tightened, and he strode forward, walked to the door of the warehouse, and put Yange in his arms, "Don't be afraid, I'm here!"

He coaxed softly, breathless from the pain in his heart.

Yange lay in his arms, sniffing the familiar smell, the tense emotions that had been tense for several hours completely collapsed at this moment.

She shook her hands, pushed away Lu Lingye's waist, looked up at her, tears were all over her miserable face, "Uncle..."

With a hoarse voice, a trembling body, and the moment when his emotions were on the verge of collapse, Lu Lingye hugged her horizontally, and his thin lips kept whispering, "I'm here, I'm here!"

Wen Xiaoer walked up to Han Ze, grabbed his collar, and said arrogantly, "How dare you go against the boss of our special forces with your fucking brains? How did your brother die back then, didn't you?" forget?"

The baseball cap on Han Ze's head also fell to the ground in embarrassment at this time, and he twitched profusely because of the shot.

He looked up and looked at Wen Xiaoer angrily, "Special Forces? Damn! Kill me if you have the ability!"

"Speech!" Wen Xiaoer spat at Han Ze, "Kill you? Want to die? Dreaming!"

After speaking, Wen Xiaoer's nose fluttered, and he stepped on Han Ze's injured calf after getting up.

The severe pain hit, and Han Ze wailed loudly.

"Hmph! You still want to imitate your brother when you are so aggressive? It's simply beyond your control!"

From the beginning to the end, everything that Han Ze thought was well-planned had actually been secretly destroyed by Lu Lingye.

Even when Han Ze was confidently waiting for Lu Lingye to attend the appointment, the warehouse was already surrounded by silent people.

The sniper of the Special Forces never missed a shot from a hundred meters away.

Even if Han Ze had a hundred heads, it wasn't enough to kill him.

However, Lu Lingye had already spoken, this time to save his life!

Wen Xiaoer got up, and Han Ze was pulled up from the ground by two other members of the Special Forces, who forcibly dragged him, and followed Wen Xiaoer to the bulletproof car that Lu Lingye was driving.

On the back seat, the car window slid down, Lu Lingye clasped Yange with one hand and hugged her tightly.

His stern facial features flashed with hostility, staring at Han Ze's embarrassed look, and said in a cold voice: "Send it back to the headquarters!"

"yes, Sir!"

A kidnapping ended in complete defeat for Han Ze.

But he hurt Yange, and Lu Lingye will settle the debt with him slowly.

Moreover, the appearance of Han Ze this time was not accidental.

The brother he was talking about was just the second child of the 'tadpole' criminal gang!

Back then, he led the team to assassinate the second child of 'Tadpole', and now Han Ze's appearance may herald another contest.

Outside the warehouse, 20 two knights drove off in unison, while Lu Lingye was holding Yange all the time, and Wen Xiaoer sent them back to Jinli Villa.

On the way, Yange was groggy, obviously overly frightened, and she started to have a fever and talk nonsense after walking halfway.

The small body nestled in Lu Lingye's arms, trembling and shrinking non-stop.

"accelerate!"

After Lu Lingye said something, Wen Xiaoer kicked the gas pedal to 160 mph, and hurried back to Jinli.

When he parked his car at the gate of Jinli Villa, Liu Chongming just arrived.

This night was really thrilling.

……

In the bedroom, Yange fell asleep, her little hands clutching the quilt tightly, looking extremely weak and helpless.

Lu Lingye stood by the bed, watched Liu Chongming examine her, endured it for a long time, frowned and asked, "What's going on?"

Liu Chongming couldn't hold back for a while, and burst out laughing, "Boss Lu, I thought you could bear it for a long time."

"Fuck, make a fuss! Is she okay?"

Lu Lingye was rude, his sword-browed cold eyes were full of worry.

Liu Chongming coughed lightly, and suppressed his smile, "Don't worry, there's nothing serious about her body, she's just overly frightened, and she'll be fine when the high fever subsides. Just take these medicines when she wakes up."

"Okay, get out!"

Lu Lingye didn't even look at Liu Chongming, he just drank and gave the order to chase away the guests.

Wen Xiaoer and Liu Chongming looked at each other. The former thought for a while and said in a low voice, "Brother, what should Han Ze do?"

Lu Lingye paused while covering Yange with the quilt, took a deep look at Yange, and then took Wen Xiaoer and Liu Chongming to the living room.

In the living room, Lu Lingye stared sharply at the night outside the window, "Stop him for a few days first!"

"Brother, to be honest, why do I find this incident so weird?"

"How to say?"

Wen Xiaoer thought for a while, and explained: "Look, with the 'tadpole''s ruthless approach, isn't their action this time too hasty? Just arrest the sister-in-law like this, and then let you throw yourself into the trap, carefully It’s unbelievable to think about it. Did they underestimate our combat capabilities too much?”

Liu Chongming lowered his eyes in thought, and retorted after a while, "Not necessarily! I asked about the general situation just now, why do I feel that this kidnapping doesn't look like a 'tadpole' style!"

Lu Lingye sneered with thin lips, "It wasn't made by 'tadpoles' in the first place!"

"Ah? Brother, are you sure?"

Lu Lingye took a bottle of Hennessy from the bar, opened it, poured three glasses, and said in a low voice, "Han Ze, he is not really a 'tadpole'. It's just that the second child of the 'tadpole' we disposed of happened to be It's just his brother. This time, he committed the crime in the name of 'tadpole', only targeting me, nothing else."

"I c! This Han Ze is really a waste! I thought I could do a good job tonight, but who would have thought that there were only a dozen people around the warehouse. It was solved in minutes, what a waste of emotion! "

Lu Lingye stared at Wen Xiaoer's bluffing, and snorted coldly, "Don't be careless! Han Ze's action this time can only show that he is not experienced enough. It's hard to say what will happen in the future. In short, let Gu Xin stare Urgent, if any strange people enter the country recently, they will all be investigated."

"Boss, don't worry."

……

After seeing off Wen Xiaoer and Liu Chongming, Lu Lingye hurried back to the bedroom.

As soon as the door was opened, beside the warm-colored bedside lamp, Yange was holding the quilt and weeping in fear.

Lu Lingye felt a pain in his heart, walked over in three steps at a time, sat on the edge of the bed and held her in his arms, "Don't cry!"

There was never a moment when Yange's weakness made Lu Lingye's heart flutter.

On weekdays, she bickered with him with sharp teeth, and the beauty and agility in her eyes, all disappeared on Yange's face at this moment.

Panic and helplessness flashed in her misty eyes, and she hugged the quilt so that Lu Lingye could crush her into pieces in his arms.

Damn Han Ze!

Wait for him!

Yange was hugged tightly by him, and it took her half a day to find her voice, and murmured: "Uncle, I'm dreaming..."

Her tone was broken and trembling, slightly hoarse.

Lu Lingye sighed, stretched out his hand to caress the corner of her swollen mouth: "What dream?"

"I dreamed that I was kidnapped, and then... the ticket was torn up!"

Lu Lingye: "..."

He frowned, his eyes were sharp and he pinched Yange's shoulder, "Nonsense!"

Yange raised his head, looked deeply into his eyes, and flattened his mouth, "What's so fierce..."

Lu Lingye looked at her suddenly rosy eye sockets, circles of water rippling inside, and her pitiful appearance, which made him dumbfounded.

"You can still talk back, it seems that you are all right?"

Yange buried her head in his arms, wiping tears and everything on his shirt non-stop.

After a while, she was shocked, "Uncle, where is Yan Qi? Are you okay?"

Although still in shock, Yange still remembered the fire that happened in Xinghua Cinemas before.

"She's fine, she suffered a little skin trauma!"

"Oh!"

Yange nodded, and then stayed motionless in Lu Lingye's arms.

"Stupid?" Lu Lingye asked in a slightly warm tone, sensing her gradually calming emotions.

"Uncle, I really thought I was going to die...Really. I thought about it a lot at the time, and I thought it was a pity."

Listening to Yange's narration of his feelings, Lu Lingye turned around and leaned against the head of the bed, let her lie in his arms, and asked, "What's the pity?"

Yange leaned against his chest, listening to his steady beating heart, and said surprisingly, "If I really died, I didn't even write a will, what a pity you said. I still have so many things that I haven't explained, besides……"

At the end, Yange's voice gradually dropped to the tip of his throat.

Emotionally unstable, I almost slipped my mouth.

Lu Lingye hugged her tightly, "I won't let you die. Even if I die, I will accompany you!"

Yange's heart trembled, and he looked at Lu Lingye with eyes filled with water vapor in disbelief, "Uncle?"

Lu Lingye raised his eyebrows, looked at him pretending to be displeased, "Don't you believe me?"

"Hmm! Don't believe me!"

Lu Lingye: "..."

After speaking, Yange pressed against his chest again, but after struggling for a moment, she put her hands around his waist.

The muscles of the bee waist are strong, and as she got closer, Lu Lingye's body tensed unexpectedly.

Yan Ge was immersed in her own thoughts, recalling the man's appearance, she asked, "Uncle, Han Ze is the one who appeared on my bed on Haitian No. [-], right?"

Originally, she didn't expect it to be him.

However, after Han Ze was subdued by Wen Xiaoer, when the uncle lowered the car window, she saw his cheek at a glance.

That face was completely different from that on Haitian No. [-] that day.

She thought that this man should be unrestrained, handsome and evil, so she couldn't figure out who would invite such a person to frame her.

However, after tonight's incident, she saw with her own eyes that Han Ze's face was full of anger, and those eyes that had been shining with evil light were also full of resentment.

What kind of hatred was there to make him twist like this.

"Ok!"

Lu Lingye responded softly, and Yange breathed tremblingly, "Why? Uncle, why did he deal with you? And he still has a gun!"

"Personal matters."

"That's all?"

Yange couldn't believe Lu Lingye's answer, did personal grievances need to be shot?

"Go to sleep."

Faced with Yange's questioning, Lu Lingye chose to change the subject.

What he didn't want to say, or what he couldn't say, ended the conversation in this way.

Yange was physically and mentally exhausted, she only felt that she had narrowly escaped death, but she was a little confused.

In short, she seems to have become someone's tool to deal with my uncle!

Although the words are ugly, there is no lack of truth!

……

That night, Yange slept very restlessly.

She had nightmares again and again, but fortunately there was always a calm and clear breath around her to dispel the darkness in her dreams.

In the early morning, Yan Ge woke up leisurely, the dark gray curtains in the bedroom blocked the light, but there was still a ray of sunlight coming in through the gap.

Yange wanted to turn over, but his limbs were sore, and his wrists and ankles were even more painful and numb.

Her eyes were sore, and when she turned slightly, the sound of breathing around her caught her attention.

Yange's movements were slightly stiff, and when he looked sideways, a feeling of warmth rose in his heart.

This should be sharing the same bed in the true sense.

Beside him, the uncle's eyes were slightly closed, breathing evenly, the bridge of his nose was as tall as a mountain peak, and his perfect facial features were soft in his sleep.

Unlike the tense and stern person in the usual days, he who is sleeping at this time is particularly good-looking in Yange's eyes.

Yange was fascinated by watching, Xiaozui inadvertently grinned, and the pain made her grin her teeth.

Although the palm print on the left cheek has faded a bit, the corner of the mouth is still swollen.

"hiss--"

Yange couldn't help gasping, and Lu Lingye's closed eyes suddenly opened.

Seeing this, Yange closed his eyes subconsciously and continued to pretend to be asleep.

So embarrassing!

There was no sleepiness in Lu Lingye's cold eyes. He stared at Yange's slender eyelashes that kept trembling slightly, and a rare smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. He leaned over and pinched her chin, and kissed her small mouth. .

"Ok!"

Yange was startled, shrank back, opened his eyes and complained, "No! The mouth is still swollen, it hurts so much."

"Don't pretend?"

Lu Lingye's smile continued unabated, his cold eyes were tinged with warmth, and he looked at her playfully.

Yange sighed, turned around, turned his back to him and did not speak.

Looking at her stubborn little back, Lu Lingye lifted the quilt and hugged her from behind.

The two of them were close to each other, and the temperature in the quilt immediately became hot.

Yange's waist was stiff, as if something had hit her thigh.

She didn't dare to move, swallowed several times, and then said falteringly: "Uncle, take it away..."

Lu Lingye buried his cheek on her shoulder, "How do I get it?"

Yange: "..."

The tightness of the fit of the body directly caused the hardness of the little uncle.

Yange's face was bright red, and the heat was radiating from the inside out.

Feeling a little flustered, I don't know where to look in my eyes!

"Buzz-"

In such an ambiguous atmosphere, the cell phone on the bedside table rang untimely.

Lu Lingye's eyes sharpened, he took a look at the phone, and hung up immediately.

"Buzz..."

The caller didn't seem to give up and called again.

"Uncle, you take it!"

After finally finding an excuse to escape, Yange moved away and urged his uncle to answer the phone.

Lu Lingye didn't allow Yange to dodge, wrapped her long arms around her, brought her into his arms, hugged her tightly, and the phone was connected, "Say!"

"Uncle..."

On the phone, Lu Shaoran's voice came.

"Ok!"

"Have you found Yange? I asked the search and rescue team to search for her several times at the film studio, but they couldn't find her. She..."

"Found it! Don't worry."

It was rare for Lu Lingye to say a few words out of kindness, and Lu Shaoran shouted excitedly, "I found it? That's great, great, uncle, is she... all right?"

"Well, it's okay! I'm going on a business trip today, so tell your family that she won't go back for a few days."

Lu Lingye was talking nonsense, and Yange was dumbfounded.

"Of order, uncle! Then I trouble you to take care of her."

After hanging up the phone, Lu Lingye threw the phone aside and pulled Yange into his arms, "Sleep for a while?"

Yange's eyes were narrowed, "Uncle, I didn't expect lying to be so easy!"

"Well, special treatment for special things!"

pull!

If you lie, you lie, and you say it so grandiosely.

Teasing is teasing, Yange also knows that Lu Lingye did this out of protecting her.

After all, with a red and swollen face, how could he go back to Lu's house?

……

For the next three days, Yan Ge played rice worms in Lu Lingye's Jinli Villa with peace of mind.

Her mood is slowly recovering, and the scars on her face are gradually fading.

With the big president as the backing, Yan Ge can take normal sick leave without going to work, and happily waits for Lu Lingye to come back in the villa all day long.

Inexplicably, she had the illusion that a wife was waiting for her husband to come home.

wife……

Hehe, I dare not think about it!

On the fourth day, Yange stood in front of the mirror early in the morning, looked left and right, and when she heard footsteps, she turned her head in surprise, "Uncle, my face is healed."

"so?"

Lu Lingye walked down the stairs in a dark gray suit, looking extraordinary, handsome and indifferent.

Yange blinked, "Can I go to work now? I've been bored at home for three days, and I'm almost moldy!"

"No more pain?"

Yange shook his head, "Everything is fine, except that my wrists are still a little bluish, but I can wear long sleeves!"

Lu Lingye raised his eyebrows, "Are you sure?"

"Sure, sure, and definitely!"

In the past few days, Lu Lingye sent people to send her so many clothes that she could open a clothing store.

Casual wear, skirts, suits, short sleeves, trousers, shorts, all styles that can be seen in the world, I bought a lot for her.

Regarding Lu Lingye's attitude of pampering her so much, Yange was secretly happy, but he was always uncertain.

So good, how long will it last?

Came to the company with Lu Lingye, got out of the car in the basement, and there was a figure wandering back and forth at the elevator entrance.

Hearing footsteps, she turned around and shouted, "Baby Yange, are you okay?"

Seeing Yan Qi, Yan Ge stepped forward excitedly, "Xiao Qi, how about you? I heard that you are injured, is it all right?"

"I'm fine, let's go!"

Yan Qi looked at Yange, seeing that she was in a good mood, her heart sank.

Afterwards, she looked at Lu Lingye with resentment, and complained to Yange, "Yange, don't blame me for not seeing you these few days, there are people in charge, and they won't let me in the house no matter what!"

"what?"