Kuai Chuan: Caught again!

"Sometimes you can't speak too fully. You don't know what will happen in the future?" Nan Qiao said, with a rather intriguing look in his eyes.

When Tang Yisheng saw this, he frowned slightly, feeling that there was something in Nan Qiao's words, but for a while, he couldn't understand what she meant.

Unable to think of anything, he simply asked directly: "What does the employer think will happen in the future that I need to call out?"

Could it be that this mission he was performing could lead to injury?

When Tang Yisheng took over this task, he could only see the basic conditions, but until now, Nan Qiao still hasn't said what he wants to protect her for.

"How do I know this?" Nan Qiao shook his head, saying that he didn't know, "I just said it casually."

Then he added like a cover-up: "It has nothing to do with the mission, don't think too much about it."

Tang Yisheng saw that she was unwilling to say anything. Although he was a little unhappy, he did not ask further in the end. Since it had nothing to do with the mission, it had nothing to do with him.

He lowered his head again and glanced at Nan Qiao's arm, which was already a little red from being pinched: "Have you pressed it enough?"

"The arm is fine." Nan Qiao took his hand back and moved it a bit. Although it hurt a little, Tang Yisheng didn't press it randomly. The technique was quite pure. After the massage, it was indeed quite comfortable.

"Squeeze your shoulders for me." She turned around, facing away from Tang Yisheng.

"You really use me as a technician!" Tang Yisheng pushed Nan Qiao's shoulders straight, pinched her jaw with his fingers, and forced Nan Qiao to look at him.

"Do I really have a good temper?" Tang Yisheng's tone was unkind and somewhat suspicious, "How can you actually give me orders so freely?"

Nan Qiao followed Tang Yisheng's movements and raised his head, met his eyes as dark as jade, and narrowed his eyes slightly: "As a mercenary, since I hired you and you accepted, you can do anything. "

"You've done murder and arson, but you can't do something as small as this?"

Nan Qiao grabbed the wrist of Tang Yisheng's hand that was clamping her jaw and pulled her forward suddenly.

A strong force suddenly came from his arm. Tang Yisheng's pupils shrank sharply. Without noticing, his body lost balance and he was pulled directly.

Fortunately, Tang Yisheng used his other hand to support the sofa beside Nan Qiao in time, so that he did not directly press on Nan Qiao's body.

"Are you fucking sick!" Tang Yisheng couldn't help but cursed directly. After cursing, he held his hand on the sofa and was about to get up.

There was a sudden warmth on the wrist, and then, the originally free hand was also suppressed. With a force that was completely inconsistent with Nan Qiao's weak appearance, he pressed his hand back to the sofa. .

Tang Yisheng tried to struggle, but he couldn't move at all.

Both hands were controlled, and a sense of crisis suddenly came to mind. Tang Yisheng pursed his lips, his crimson lips stretched into a straight line, and then he realized something was wrong.

"What are you going to do?" All the muscles in his body tensed up.

Taking advantage of this gesture, Nan Qiao lowered his head slightly and came close to Tang Yisheng's ear: "Don't do anything."

It felt like a cool voice brushed against my ears.

"I just want to remind Mr. Tang that a 6000 million mission is not considered a low-level mission for any level of mercenary. Mr. Tang is better to take your employer seriously."

Naturally, Tang Yisheng was not so easy to give in, even though he seemed to be in a weak position: "Are you serious about an employer who asks me to carry a bag and massage? With all due respect, your task seems like a piece of cake."

"Then you've already accepted it."

"The mission can be suspended." At this point, Tang Yisheng finally understood where the inexplicable sense of crisis came from.

If something goes wrong, you should exit immediately. No amount of money is as important as your own life. Tang Yisheng cherished his life.

Nan Qiao smiled: "But I don't plan to stop." He didn't have the ability to choose this.

Of course it wasn't objectively impossible, but she didn't allow it, and Tang Yisheng obviously didn't have the ability to escape.

"You're really weird." Tang Yisheng couldn't see Nan Qiao's expression, but he could hear the laughter close at hand.

What is she doing for this? Or did he say that he had offended her?

Nan Qiao smiled softly and said nothing.

The atmosphere fell into a stalemate for a moment, and I don’t know how long it took...

"I won't abort the mission, please let me go." Tang Yisheng finally chose to surrender.

Nan Qiao released his hold on his hand, Tang Yisheng straightened up and slightly moved his wrist, which was numb from being caught. After maintaining the same posture for a long time, Nan Qiao also rubbed his stiff fingers.

There was a sudden chill on his forehead, and Nan Qiao paused.

When he raised his head again, his eyes met the black muzzle of the gun.

"Who are you?" Tang Yisheng's clothes were still a little messy, but his eyes were cold and there was murderous intent in his voice.

"You said before that you wouldn't kill me."

"It's so heartbreaking."

Xizi held his heart in awe, his eyes filled with accusations.

Even with the gun pressed against his head, Nan Qiao didn't show any signs of nervousness, and was even in a leisurely mood to engage in a painful drama with Tang Yisheng.

There was a "click" and the bullet was loaded.

"Aren't you going to tell me?" Tang Yisheng's voice became even colder. If he could express it concretely, he might have started to lose his temper.

"I'm really impatient." Nan Qiao raised his eyebrows and rolled his eyes, "How about you guess?"

"I'm not interested in joking with you, you...uh!"

Nan Qiao jumped up suddenly and kicked him on the shoulder. Before Tang Yisheng could react, the gun had fallen into Nan Qiao's hand, and he himself fell heavily on the sofa behind him.

The incident happened suddenly, but Tang Yisheng was not an ordinary person. He was not stunned by the sudden impact. Instead, he turned around and stood up immediately.

But he stopped mid-movement. There was a heavy weight on his waist, his arm was grabbed, and he was pinned back to the sofa.

Really... Tang Yisheng buried his head in the sofa.

Nan Qiao looked around, but there was nothing he could do, so he had no choice but to take out Tang Yisheng's belt and tie his wrists reluctantly.

"After seeing Mr. Tang, he's not that cruel..." Nan Qiao held the gun and pressed his knee against Tang Yisheng's lower back, "There are no bullets in it."

"I'm just a little naughty." He tried to attack someone he shouldn't have attacked.

No response.

"Is Mr. Tang autistic?" Nan Qiao grabbed the back of Tang Yisheng's neck and forced him to raise his head with force.

Tang Yisheng looked into Nan Qiao's eyes without saying a word.

"Do you really have nothing to say?"

"Ok?"

Nan Qiao smiled very kindly.