IX Cultivation

Soon, the boss of the kidnappers and the sixth child who went out came back, and the iron door was pushed open with a 'squeak', and a larger room with more furniture could be seen outside.

The boss with an honest face saw Ye Qingming wake up, ripped off the tape that sealed Ye Qingming's lips with great interest, squatted down, and said with a smile: "Young Master Ye, how are you? Are you hungry? I have prepared some food for you, don't be disgusted, just make do with it, and when you're full, you should call President Ye to report that you're safe."

When Ye Qingming smiled, there was a bit of evil, it was a standard smile of a nobleman, and the corner of his mouth was perfectly curved: "Then untie it, don't worry, I can't run away, and then bring the medicine box."

The leader raised his eyebrows and didn't speak, but he untied the rope tied to Wan Ling's body, and said with a smile for a while: "Young Master Ye, you should feel wronged, I let your friend loose, he will feed you I’m more at ease when applying the medicine, don’t play tricks, we don’t want to waste bullets to disable your hands and feet.”

Ye Qingming nodded when he saw it was good, Wan Ling moved his hands and feet to take the simple medicine box handed over by the other kidnappers, and found that there was basically nothing in it that could be used.

"And you." The honest man smiled kindly, but the words he said were extremely ruthless, and there was no room for him, "Don't try to untie him, if I find out... oh... the side of your hand Believe it or not, there will be one more hole?" An honest person checked Ye Qingming's information and followed it for several months before he caught the opportunity, so he naturally knows Ye Qingming's ability, so some troubles can be saved.

At this time, Wan Ling could only follow the other party's words, so he kept silent, and his obedient appearance made the kidnapper's boss smile with satisfaction.

The leader ordered his subordinates to put two servings of greasy fried rice next to them, and then yelled at them to go out to the outside room for dinner. The iron door was closed again, leaving behind the noisy old TV. The sound and the messy footsteps outside the door.

Wan Ling's hands were tied with bruises, and his face was flushed red. He was about to say something to the young man beside him, but he heard what Ye Qingming said first:

"Feel sorry……"

"Huh?" Wan Ling couldn't find anything to use, so he could only use a relatively clean gauze to wipe off the blood on the back of Ye Qingming's head, when he heard this, he was taken aback, and replied, "It's okay. "He knew that Ye Qingming was talking about getting himself involved in such a dangerous thing, and he was apologizing for it...

"Also..." The young man lowered his head, completely handing over his injured area to the man, his hair covering his eyes so that people could not see his expression clearly, "I want to do something for me before. Apologize for the matter."

Wan Ling's hand paused.

"I know there is nothing to justify. I bumped into you, and I didn't want your forgiveness. At that time, I just returned to China, and my head went blank when I saw you still with that hypocritical Yan Xi. Ignore me, I feel bad, and I can't control myself..."

"..." Wan Ling listened, and interrupted coldly, "Okay, I don't want to hear it."

"But I want to say." The wound on the back of the young man's head is not serious, but the blood that flowed out looked scary. After wiping it off, he found that the wound had scabbed and there was only a small piece. "Otherwise, there will be no chance in the future." ..."

Wan Ling threw the blood-stained gauze aside, then opened a bottle of mineral water left by the kidnappers, brought it to Ye Qingming's lips, and said while feeding: "Ye Qingming, no matter what, it's all gone. It doesn't make sense anymore, you should know that Yan Xi and I have been together for more than two years... I am very good with him, you are just not reconciled..."

Ye Qingming smiled suddenly, shook his head, while drinking the water from the man's mouth, his Adam's apple rolled up and down, and the water flowed from the corner of his mouth along the sexy and delicate jaw, while he closed his eyes tiredly, waiting for the water bottle to come out of his mouth. His lips moved away, he opened his eyes and saw the man sharing the same water bottle with him indifferently, the place where his lips touched was touched by the man's soft red lips, making him purse his lips unconsciously, His eyes dimmed.

Ye Qingming suddenly seemed to see his perverted and idiot appearance...

A complete lunatic immersed in his own world.

161. How did the metamorphosis become?

Ye Qingming used to be like every rich kid, with endless money and a cold big house.

As the only child of the Ye family, Ye Qingming was strictly required to learn everything he should know since he was a child. He knew almost everything, and after being discovered by his family, he began to learn more things.

Ye Qingming finally broke out and ran away from home when he was 12 years old, but he didn't leave too far away. He almost exhausted all his courage before he stepped into a place he had never been before, and opened up a new world since then. The gate to a strange world.

It was a nightclub that anyone who had money could go in. There were all kinds of ghosts and ghosts dancing around, and it was relatively quiet upstairs. Ye Qingming, who was dressed like a little white rabbit at the time, was as white as a piece of paper inside, half of his heart The cheers were half dazed, standing at the fence on the second floor and looking at the crowd below, not knowing what to do.

After that, it was a very bloody thing.

A wretched man with a big beer belly circled him from behind, babbling nonsense, obviously drunk, and started rubbing on him, Ye Qingming's delicate face suddenly turned pale, struggling to get close She ran away, but it didn't work at all, and she was almost hugged by that disgusting person.

If this kind of thing happened now, Ye Qingming would make the other party's life worse than death, or would not let this kind of thing happen at all; but at that time, Ye Qingming was powerless, his eyes were red, he could only bite hard the opponent's arm.

Yes, it's time for Prince Charming to appear.

Although the person who stood up did not ride a white horse or wear a handsome cloak to cut through the thorns and thorns, and did not do it himself but called the service staff to carry the potbellied wretched man away, but the important thing is that Ye Qingming was saved.

Ye Qingming, who is obviously a young master, looked at the young man squatting in front of him, a little vigilant and aggrieved, but the young man wiped away the tears of Ye Qingming, who was still a little white rabbit, with his fingertips, and said the first sentence of meeting talk:

[I'll take you out. 】

At that time, Ye Qingming didn't know who the young man was, his eyes were full of water vapor, and he couldn't even see the other person's face clearly in such dim and strange light, but when the young man wanted to hold his hand, he just hesitated After a while, he held it up.

It's just that they didn't go out later, the young man seemed to come with his classmates, he drank some wine, his palms were slightly hot, and was stopped by his classmates to go back and sit and play the last game before he could leave, Ye Qingming He also took her there, asked for a glass of orange juice and sat obediently by the side.

Ye Qingming only heard the chaotic voices ringing in his ears, and then the movement of the young man shuffling the cards with his fingers fluttering. Ye Qingming, who is still young, only felt that the young man was full of mystery under the light and shadow, and the movement of shuffling the cards was even more handsome. He flew up, but ended up playing childish draw and lost.

[Kiss the person next to you on the mouth or go down there to dance a striptease. 】Someone said the item of punishment.

Ye Qingming looked around the young man, besides himself, there was a quiet girl on the right, even in such dim light, the young man could feel that girl's face flushed.

She likes him - the teenager can see it at a glance.

But the young man pinched his cheek and said [kids are so cute, come and give me a kiss. 】As soon as the words fell, a soft touch fell on the boy's lips.

Ye Qingming still can't forget that feeling, as if his scalp was going to explode!

Later, someone came to pick up the young man and went home.The young man's classmates seemed to be used to letting him go, so the young man smiled and patted him on the shoulder, followed the man and left this crazy room.

It was early spring, and the night was still a bit chilly. When Ye Qingming was taken out of the nightclub, he saw that the person who had just come looking for the young man seemed not very old, but he was not much shorter than the young man, and he was lifting the young man's chin with a dark face. , said in a nonchalant tone:

【you're drunk……】

[No. 】The young man said to him while refuting that person, 【Do you remember your home phone number? I'll call your home. 】

Ye Qingming pursed his lips, shook his head, said thank you in a low voice like a mosquito, and ran away as if someone was chasing him.

The young man with a strange face and the big boy who looked at him with some hostility were left behind.

Ye Qingming felt like the protagonist in a book who had fallen into a wonderful world and had an adventure for a day, and returned to Ye's house by himself in a daze. What was ridiculous was that at that time his busy parents didn't even realize that he had run away from home and came back by himself up.

After that, Ye Qingming, who was still a little white flower, had his own secrets. He would often sneak to that place to look for the young man that day. He obviously didn't drink that day, but Ye Qingming was drunk until now.

Finally, the emperor paid off, the long-term stay at the spot allowed the little white flower Ye Qingming to gradually know the young man's name, where he went to school, where he lived, what relatives he had at home, what scenery he liked, and what drinks he liked.

He gradually fell in love with photography, because in this way he could hang the camera openly to take pictures that he wanted to keep; he gradually fell in love with painting, because in another follow-up, he heard a young man say that he could paint People are very temperamental; he grows up slowly, and the youth matures gradually, but the only thing that remains the same is the people who will always follow the youth.

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