Quick Wear: About the Things I Saved from the Villain

"Qi Shen's goal should also be the so-called treasure."

Tang Li played with Song Cibai's slender knuckles, his tone so calm that no emotion could be heard.

"Yes."

Song Cibai leaned over and rubbed her face affectionately like a doll, and continued casually.

"Qi Shen...you haven't even learned 80% of your father's methods."

"Just a clown."

He kissed the corner of her eye gently: "What do you want to eat tonight?"

Is this topic... jumping too fast?!

Song Cibai didn't think so. In his eyes, discussing Qi Shen was less meaningful than asking Tang Li what he was going to eat in the evening.

Tang Li didn't know whether to laugh or cry, but he quickly changed the subject and ordered the dishes without hesitation.

“Spicy chicken!”

She has been thinking about this spicy chicken for so long. What if she is not free tomorrow after the team leaves? Wouldn’t all her thinking about it in vain?

I still remember this.

Song Cibai shook his head and laughed: "Okay~"

Thinking that he would be able to eat spicy chicken soon, Tang Li was in a good mood. He forgot all about Qi Shen's treasure and spoke sweet words without restraint.

"Aci is so nice~"

She tilted her head and kissed Song Ci on the white face, her eyebrows curved, and she softened her tone and spoke softly.

"Then I'm going to take a shower first."

It's so cool to be able to eat delicious food after taking a bath~

"it is good."

Song Cibai touched the place on her cheek where she was kissed and watched her return to the bedroom with a smile.

After the bedroom door was gently closed, Song Cibai's gentle and doting smile slowly disappeared.

There is shocking news.

He took out his cell phone and took a look at it, his eyes narrowed slightly and a sharp light flashed across his eyes.

He picked up a note, wrote a few words of advice and stuck it in the most conspicuous place in the living room, then turned and walked out.

"Boss."

Adong stood at the door with his men, and the scar on his face looked even more ferocious in the dim light.

"Well, guard this side."

Song Cibai said as he walked into the house opposite, Adong followed him in, and the rest of the people hid and guarded the door.

"Boss."

As soon as Song Cibai entered the living room, Asi came towards him.

Song Cibai lowered his head and put on his gloves, his face cold: "Where is the person?"

Ah Xi subconsciously avoided the transparent gloves on Song Cibai's hands, lowered his eyes and whispered, "In the study, there is special sound insulation over there."

"Ah."

Song Cibai turned around and went to the study.

Ah Xi and Ah Dong followed to the door, one on the left and one on the right, and after the study door was closed, they looked at each other and remained silent. They didn't dare to speak.

The study was not big. When Song Cibai walked in, he saw two people tied to the ground.

He walked over slowly, picking up the gun that Adong had just handed to him as he walked.

"I'm in a hurry, you better stop talking nonsense."

After he finished speaking, he pulled away the handkerchief that was covering their mouths.

"Who are you! Do you know who we are? How dare you tie us up!" After being freed, the man with a crew cut on the left shouted loudly in a timid manner.

"you......"

The cold muzzle of the gun was pressed against his chin. His body trembled, fear flashed in his eyes, and he shut up consciously.

"Didn't I tell you that you'd better stop talking nonsense? Don't you understand?"

There was a chill in Song Ci's eyes. He loaded the gun under the timid gazes of the two men, and then, without blinking, he pulled the trigger at the bald man.

"puff."

"what!"

The dull sound of a silenced gun was accompanied by the man's screams.

The bloody ear fell to the ground, and the bald man's side was covered in blood. He looked at Song Cibai in fear with cold sweat on his forehead.

The splattered blood brushed his cheek. The porcelain-faced man had a smile on his lips. Against the backdrop of the blood, he looked as creepy as Satan.

"Now, do you know what is nonsense and what you shouldn't say?"

The bald man nodded vigorously, and the man with a crew cut next to him shut his mouth in fear since Song Cibai drew his gun.

"Very good," Song Cibai retracted the gun, frowned at the blood on it, and gently stroked the gun with his gloved fingertips.

"First of all, are you Qi Shen's people?"

They both nodded.

Song Ci's eyes grew colder, "What did Qi Shen ask you to do?"

"Find, find the Miss Tang in the photo, if possible..."

The rest of the bald man's words were silenced by Song Cibai's icy eyes. He shook his neck and instinctively dared not say any more.

But Song Cibai smiled faintly, while the man with a crew cut next to him was so scared that his hair stood on end.

"If it's possible...what?"

Looking at the gun in his hand, the bald man gritted his teeth.

"If possible... bring her back!"

"Well!"

The cold hardware with a strong smell of blood was stuffed into his mouth. After the bald man realized what it was, he looked at Song Cibai with panic and pleading eyes.

“Wuwuwu… Wuwuwu…”

Song Cibai didn't want to hear his voice, and pulled the trigger in the man's desperate eyes.

"puff!"

The bald man slowly fell to the ground, Song Cibai's face was covered in blood. The suppressed madness and possession in his phoenix eyes finally emerged uncontrollably under the stimulation of the fishy smell.

"Anyone who wants to take her away from me deserves death."

He tilted his head and looked at the man with a crew cut next to him.

The man with a crew cut, who had not been able to speak, was now so scared that he pissed himself. Looking at the body of the bald man, he didn't even have the strength to speak and could only beg for mercy instinctively.

"Let me go, I was just following orders, I, I didn't do anything!"

"is it?"

Song Cibai tilted his head, and when hope sparked in the man's eyes, his face suddenly turned cold.

"Didn't you also...try to take her away?"

"puff!"

There was another muffled sound, and the man with a crew cut fell down.

In his wide-open eyes, he reflected the figure of the man slowly taking off his gloves.

"Really."

The blood-stained gloves were thrown on the ground. Song Cibai wiped the blood off his face with a clean handkerchief. As he was wiping, he seemed to remember something. He glanced at the wall clock next to him, and a beautiful curve appeared on his lips.

He murmured briskly:

"It's time to go back and cook for the young lady."