The wicked have their own evil

11 o'clock in the evening is the time for supper.

Zhang Tao came to the garage with her husband and children, and Aunt Yu had already prepared food, waiting to be carried up for them.

Zhang Tao teased the balls, and when he raised his head, he saw Zhou Xiaolin.

She froze for a moment, her lips trembled, and she walked up quickly, hugging him tightly, "Brother Lin Zi."

Zhou Xiaolin was at a loss as to where to put his hands, and then slowly patted her shoulder blades, "He watched."

Zhang Tao turned his head, and sure enough, he saw Xu Feiyuan staring at them closely, his eyes seemed to be bound by root coils, and he would not move to the side.

"Don't worry, my husband is jealous." Zhang Tao said with a smile.

Zhou Xiaolin shook his head, "I don't care."

After supper left nothing but dregs, Zhang Tao lowered his head and touched Wanzi's round belly, making him giggle.

Zhou Xiaolin was watching from the side, with surprise in his eyes, he hadn't seen such a small baby for a long time.

He asked curiously, "What's his name?"

Zhang Tao turned her face away, her hair fell on her cheek, she hooked it behind her ear, and said with a smile, "Xu Xizhen."

Zhou Xiaolin smiled and moved his head slightly.

Zhang Tao squeezed the meat on both sides of the meatball's face, "Does it look like a meatball?"

Zhou Xiaolin said, "He looks like you."

"It's okay to be like me now," Zhang Tao said, with longing in his voice, "It's better to be like his father in the future."

Zhou Xiaolin stretched out his hand, trying to tease him, and saw him shyly hiding in his mother's arms.

"He smiled at you." Zhang Tao opened his eyes wide, a little excited, and showed his small canine teeth when he smiled, "He likes you very much."

Zhou Xiaolin scratched his head in embarrassment.

"He's very afraid of strangers, but he's not afraid of you at all." Zhang Tao shrugged, leaned his head closer, and said quietly, "My brother wanted to hug Wanzi at first, but in the end, Wanzi was scared and cried and hid behind me." Sobbing and crying."

When Zhang Tao thought of that scene, he couldn't help covering his mouth and smiling.

"It's embarrassing, my brother threatened me not to speak out, so I'll just tell you."

Zhou Xiaolin: "..." He knew the embarrassing things about the boss, should he be happy?

When Zhang Tao met him, he talked as much as a stream, endlessly.

Zhou Xiaolin looked at Xu Feiyuan who was helping to clear the table, and couldn't help asking: "Is he treating you well?"

Zhang Tao nodded vigorously, "He is very good to me," she handed the ball into Zhou Xiaolin's arms, "You hug him."

Zhou Xiaolin was a little at a loss, and slowly picked him up.

"As expected, he really likes you." Zhang Tao smiled, put his hand on his chin, and asked, "Brother Lin Zi, why haven't you come back these few years?"

Zhou Xiaolin's hands froze, and he was silent for a long time without speaking.

"Ah Chen talks about you from time to time, they miss you very much." Zhang Tao said.

"I……"

"Brother Lin Zi, are you crying?"

Zhou Xiaolin was in a daze, and found that the teardrops were swirling in his eye sockets, fogging his eyes.

He flatly denied, "I didn't cry."

Zhang Tao didn't mention this topic, she took out a tissue, wiped the corners of his eyes, and smiled softly: "Brother Lin Zi, why are you crying, you got something on the corner of your eyes, I'll wipe it off for you."

Ah Chen had already helped Zhou Xiaolin clean up the room, it was in a room at the corner of the factory, it happened to be near the back door on the first floor, but the shower room was on the second floor.

Zhang Chi waited for Zhou Xiaolin to pack up the bagged clothes, and followed him up to the second floor.

But at the corner, he saw Zitong.

Zitong leaned against the door, staring at Zhang Chi fixedly.

"I saw you guys were still having supper, so I'll wait for you here." He said, unexpectedly seeing the man standing next to Zhang Chi.

Zhou Xiaolin was also taken aback, he never expected that they would still be together after such a long time and so many things had happened.

Zitong handed the paper bag in front of him, and said in a low voice, "I made pastries."

Zhang Chi wanted to ask how long he had been waiting here, but he held back and clenched his fists. He took it away and went upstairs without saying a word.

Zhou Xiaolin glanced at Zitong, and followed him upstairs.

Zhang Chi finally returned to his residence, sat on the bed, opened the note in his palm, and saw that there were only four words written on it.

"Three in the middle of the night."

What do you mean, Zhou Xiaolin just hugged him suddenly, and slipped him a note from it.

He lay comfortably on the bed, staring at the ceiling, and it was three o'clock in an hour.

He rubbed the center of his eyebrows, closed his eyes and rested, but he didn't feel sleepy now.

Time passed quickly, and it was three o'clock.

Tick, Zhang Chi heard the sound of the door opening.

He didn't close the lock completely, as long as the handle was turned outside the door, the door could be opened.

Zhou Xiaolin walked in, he pressed the socket under the collarbone, his lips turned paler than before.

When Zhang Chi turned on the light, he was startled, Zhou Xiaolin's fingertips were covered with blood.

Before he could say anything, Zhou Xiaolin knelt down with a plop.

Zhang Chi frowned and asked, "What are you doing?"

Zhou Xiaolin whispered, "Boss, help me."

"Speak clearly."

"Help me escape, escape far away." Zhou Xiaolin's fingertips trembled slightly, he said: "I lied to you, I am not working, I have been imprisoned by Young Master Chen for more than three years, he treats me as his I'm a dog, but I don't want to be a dog," he raised his head and said anxiously, "I'm going crazy, I don't like men, and I can't even like women."

Zhang Chi listened, he had already dug out the medicine box, took out the gauze from it, and said, "Let go of your hands."

Zhou Xiaolin let go of his hand tremblingly, holding a miniature listening device in his bloody fingertips.

Zhang Chi narrowed his eyes slightly, looking at him inexplicably.

"I escaped two years ago and was taken back by Young Master Chen," Zhou Xiaolin recalled with pain, seeing his blood-stained hands trembling a little, he whispered: "He took out the blood with a knife. I put a bug into my subclavian fossa, and then sewed it up with thread."

That time, he was in so much pain that he was sweating on his forehead, and every time he was about to faint, he would be poured down from the head by a bucket of cold water.

Young Master Chen just wanted him to endure the pain forcefully, and let him know that it would be up to his master if he escaped enough.

Young master Chen is cruel and decisive, suspicious and possessive of him.This kind of possessiveness seemed to tighten a space for him, and he could smell his breath everywhere in the space, and he felt that he was going crazy.

"He said," Zhou Xiaolin's voice trembled, "The next time you run away, it's not here, but your heart."

Zhang Chi was treating his subclavian fossa injury when his hands suddenly stopped.

"Since he has released all the bugs for you, it's not hard to guarantee that he won't know what you want to do now." Zhang Chi said calmly.

"It took me two years to figure it out now," Zhou Xiaolin said. "As long as the time is not too long, he won't find out."

Zhang Chi raised his eyes and asked, "What confidence do you have that I will help you?"

Zhou Xiaolin said in a low voice: "I hurt you before, I, I don't have much confidence that you can help me," he said, "Maybe I just want to take a gamble."

To him, Young Master Chen was no different from a nightmare. The longer he stayed, the longer the nightmare would be.

He was still a little hesitant before, no matter whether he could escape or not, even if he thought about it a little bit, with Young Master Chen's temperament, he would definitely make trouble for the boss and the others.But after seeing Zitong, he thought, Young Master Chen would give Zitong some face.

Without saying a word, Zhang Chi wiped away the blood stains around his collarbone.

"It's okay, I'll sew the thread back later." Zhou Xiaolin said.

Zhang Chi: "Don't move."

"Oh."

"How do you want to help?" Zhang Chi asked lightly.

Zhou Xiaolin was taken aback, his eyes filled with hope, "I, I have a plan."

"Ok?"

"I'll write it down with a pen." Zhou Xiaolin whispered, "I'm going back to my room, I can't stay here for too long."