two-way mark

Yan Cheng and Chi Xiye walked to the side of the car together keeping a close distance. Yan Cheng wanted to open the door for Chi Xiye as before, but Chi Xiye walked to the passenger door two steps ahead and pulled the door open by himself. He got in and slammed the door shut.

The co-pilot still had Chi Xiye's pillow, and Chi Xiye conveniently put the pillow on his lap, thinking that he would take it away when he left later.

Yan Cheng outside the car stretched his hand halfway, curled up his fingers for a while, and retracted them helplessly.

The sound of the car door closing woke him up, and Yan Cheng seemed to realize at this time that he always felt that he took care of Chi Xiye in every possible way, and was even a little complacent about it, but he never asked Chi Xiye if he needed it.

Where he couldn't see, Chi Xiye was actually independent and strong, decisive and straightforward, that's why he turned around without hesitation that day.

He never got to know Chi Xiye well, and I'm afraid Chi Xiye never needed his self-righteous care.

Thinking of this, Yan Cheng's heart seemed to be empty, and a huge sense of loss enveloped him, and then anxiety gradually came to his heart, and inexplicable panic filled his chest little by little.

Yan Cheng couldn't help thinking, can he really coax Chi Xiye home?

Chi Xiye waited impatiently inside, saw that Yan Cheng was still standing at the co-pilot's door without moving, his eyes were gloomy, he couldn't help laughing mockingly, the smile flashed by, he lowered the window, Glancing at Yan Cheng expressionlessly, he asked, "Don't want to talk again? You've already delayed me for 10 minutes."

He made a gesture to open the car door, but Yan Cheng was afraid that Chi Xiye would walk away, so he hurriedly went around to the driver's seat and got in the car.

Not long ago, Chi Xiye was still sitting in the same position, with the same pillow on his lap, his elbows resting on the pillow to support his chin, whether he was sitting or not, his eyes were shining, and he was smiling and coquettish with him, talking about what he wanted to eat at night , and said they want to go grocery shopping together.

However, after only a few days, Chi Xiye was still sitting beside him, but his back was straight, and he looked distant and indifferent. When he looked at him, his eyes showed no emotion, as if he was looking at a stranger.

Perhaps strangers could get Chi Xiye's gentle wink, but he fell from the most intimate position, and could only fully accept Chi Xiye's disgust for him.

Yan Cheng's heart seemed to be tightly clenched by a pair of invisible hands. He clenched his fists, trying to save him: "Xiaochi, can we..."

"Stop talking nonsense." Chi Xiye interrupted Yan Cheng without hesitation, "I'll say it one last time, if you don't want to talk, I'll get out of the car and go back now."

"Okay, I'll tell." Yan Cheng didn't dare to meet Chi Xiye's eyes, Chi Xiye's attitude made him flustered, he moved his gaze out of the car window, and after he collected himself, he said: "I was just 16 years old at that time. "

When Yan Cheng was 16 years old, he experienced a kidnapping. The kidnappers begged not only for money but also for his life.

Yan Cheng was knocked out as soon as he came out of the gate. When he woke up, he was thrown alone in an empty and cold abandoned warehouse. His hands and feet were tied up by the kidnappers respectively. The back of his head was still aching and he couldn't move.

He didn't know how long he had to wait for two men in black clothes and black pants to arrive.

Yan Cheng's eyes were not covered, and the two men did not cover their faces, as if they were not afraid of being remembered by Yan Cheng.

At that time, Yan Cheng knew that once he got the money, he would definitely be ripped off, because dead people can't speak, that's why the kidnappers appeared so ostentatiously.

Yan Cheng, as the first heir of the Yan family, is much more low-key than his father's illegitimate son and illegitimate daughter. He doesn't talk much, and he doesn't appear much. Everyone knows nothing about him, so when the kidnappers appeared, he immediately Pretending to be scared, he moved back on the ground with difficulty.

The kidnappers laughed when they saw his ugly appearance, and looked down on him even more. Only when they remembered, they poured water on the ground for him to lick, and made him wriggle on the ground like a dog, shaking his head to eat The meal that fell on the ground.

The warehouse had been abandoned for many years, and the ground was full of dust. Yan Cheng kept silent, obediently lowered his head to eat the dusty rice, the kidnappers saw him obediently like this, laughed around him like watching a play, kicked him from time to time, watched He turned over with difficulty like a turtle turning over.

The best time was when he was being teased badly, every day Yan Cheng could hear the kidnapper calling the Yan family in front of him to raise the stakes, kicking him from time to time to make him scream into the phone.

Once the topic of ransom doesn't go well, Yan Cheng will become the kidnapper's punching bag, taking over all their anger.

Since the first day he was kidnapped, he has not had a broken wound on his body. He was kicked and beaten, and his face was trampled by the toe of a shoe.

Yan Cheng never resisted, and he was submissive. The kidnappers said he was a coward and a waste. Even Alpha was stepped on by Beta, but the monitoring of him gradually relaxed. When Yan Cheng was knocked out again , it has been a whole week.

At that time, the kidnappers had completely let down their vigilance.

Yan Cheng woke up from a coma, but remained motionless, not even twitching his eyelashes, until he was sure that he was the only one around, then slowly opened his eyes, and took out a sharp blade from the inside of his belt.

His blade never leaves his body, and this time it just came in handy.

Because his hands were tied in the blind spot on his lower back, Yan Cheng's fingers were already dripping with blood when he took out the blade, but he didn't seem to feel any pain, so he cut off the rope without changing his face, covering his wound carefully walked to the door.

The kidnappers didn't think that Yan Cheng who was tied up like that could escape, and even the door was just closed, just to make it easier for Yan Cheng.

Although the warehouse has been abandoned for many years, there are occasional illegal garbage trucks coming to dump industrial waste. Yan Cheng was very lucky. He turned over and hid in the trunk at this time, and only jumped out secretly when he was confirmed to be in the urban area.

He was really embarrassed at the time, his nose was bruised and his face was swollen, and the clothes on his hands were dusty and bloody. He originally wanted to go to the police station, but in the end he was only a 16-year-old boy. The blood loss made his body feel cold and his eyes turned black. Unable to hold on, he gradually slid down against a wall.

Before closing his eyes, he saw a child looking over in surprise, and ran towards him with his legs wide open.

When Yan Cheng woke up again, his wound had been bandaged properly, there was a soft mattress under his body, and a warm quilt on his body.

The child had been sitting on the edge of the bed, and when he found that he woke up, he immediately approached excitedly, "You're finally awake! You've been sleeping all afternoon!"

The other party was a little too lively, Yan Cheng avoided it uncomfortably, "You saved me?"

The child nodded and shook his head again, "You fainted near my house! I couldn't move you, so my mother brought you here, and your wound was also bandaged by my mother!"

The tear mole under the child's right eye was bright red, especially when he was smiling, "You can call me Xiaochi, what should I call you?"

"Yan Cheng." Yan Cheng said, "My full name is Yan Cheng."

"Oh, Yan Cheng." Xiaochi said after reading it a few times, "I remember it!"

Xiaochi was not sure, he ran downstairs in a hurry after talking to Yan Cheng, and brought up a bowl of porridge after a while, "You are injured, eat some porridge first."

"Okay, thank you." Yan Cheng sat up with his upper body propped up, but his hand pressed something, picked it up and saw it was a red marker pen.

Xiaochi stuffed the bowl into Yan Cheng's hand, then took away the marker pen, stuck out his tongue: "I forgot to put it back after drawing."

Yan Cheng didn't ask him what he painted, but he guessed that something was wrong, because that night he heard Xiaochi screaming in the bathroom: "It's over! Once it's painted, it can't be washed off!"

When Xiaochi came out of the bathroom after taking a shower, the area under his right eye was red, Yan Cheng asked, "What's wrong under the eye?"

Xiaochi said with a mournful face, "It's nothing..."

Seeing that he was not in a good mood, Yan Cheng changed the subject and said, "Your body wash smells very good."

Sure enough, Xiaochi was immediately distracted, and jumped on the bed excitedly and asked, "Really! It smells good! Everyone in my family doesn't like it! But you understand me!"

It smells really good, but it's too greasy.

Yan Cheng smiled wryly, "Yes, it smells good."

Xiaochi was so happy that he shared all his milk with Yan Cheng, and left a wet, milky kiss on his face, "This is our family's goodnight kiss!"

Yan Cheng wiped his face dumbfounded, "Good night."

He then stayed at Xiaochi's house for two days, and Xiaochi hid him in the room without telling his father. In order not to cause trouble to Xiaochi's family, he left soon.

It wasn't until he returned to Yan's house that Yan Cheng suddenly remembered that he hadn't asked Xiao Chi's full name yet.

He only knew that the other party was an Alpha, surnamed Chi, with a red tear mole under his right eye.

It wasn't until ten years later that he found out from the investigation materials that the child's full name was Chi Xize.