As soon as I got home, I saw Zha Gong pretending to be a white lotus

Put two pairs of slippers of the same style and different colors in the shopping cart.

He didn't react at first.

When I went to the supermarket with this guy a long time ago, Song Qinyi always liked to buy things of the same style and different colors in pairs, such as toothbrushes, towels, and cups.

When he was distracted, someone greeted him: "Manager Yan."

Turning around, behind him pushing the cart was He Yingying, a female colleague from the department.

He subconsciously looked at Song Qinyi who was standing in front of the fruit shelf. Fortunately, he was still picking apples.

He chatted with He Yingying for a few words.

The other party was quite surprised to see him here, "Today is the weekend, I remember you live far away."

"Recently moved house."

He Yingying looked into his shopping cart while speaking, "Troubled in choice?"

"Ok?"

He Yingying teased with crooked eyebrows: "The styles are exactly the same, but the colors are different."

Kindly explained: "My roommate just moved here."

Song Qinyi, who was not far away while speaking, held a bag of apples and shook him, his eyes fell on He Yingying, he paused, and then smiled gently at her.

He walked over slowly and put the apples in the shopping cart.

He Yingying introduced herself to him: "Hello, my name is He Yingying, and I am a colleague of Manager Yan."

Song Qinyi responded with a slight smile: "My surname is Song."

He Yingying: "Oh, Mr. Song, hello."

She realized that this person should be the roommate who just moved in and talked to Yan Shengyi just now.

This Mr. Song is different from the people she usually contacts.

Although this person was wearing simple home clothes, he seemed to be imbued with a certain aura that made people afraid to approach him, even though he had a gentle smile on his face at the moment.

So after a few pleasantries, He Yingying pushed the cart away with some stage fright.

When we came out of the supermarket, it was already dark.

There are no stars and no moon in the sky, and the lights on both sides of the road make the ground slightly yellow.

He walks ahead.

Suddenly, Shengyi heard a sound of chaotic footsteps, and then without warning, Song Qinyi rushed over from behind and hugged him into his arms.

The sound of the stick breaking through the air and a muffled sound came to my ears one after another.

He turned around in astonishment and didn't know why, Song Qinyi slowly let go of his hand, his face was a little pale.

The stick that was blocked by Shengyi hit him directly on the back of the neck, and he heard Shengyi's somewhat messy breathing, and comforted him: "Ah Yan, I'm fine."

The group who attacked them appeared very suddenly, but it could be seen that they had come prepared.

Song Qinyi staggered a little when he turned around.

There are about twenty people standing opposite, the leader of whom he knows is Zeng Li, Huo tingshen's most powerful subordinate.

Zeng Li stepped forward in two or three steps, motioned for the thugs to surround them, and then explained the purpose of his visit: "Mr. Song, why bother to toast instead of fine wine, our boss sincerely invites you to come over and have a talk, but you don't want to lose face over and over again. , since this is the case, we can only entertain you with some special means."

The back of the neck is aching.

Sheng Yi looked at him puzzled, he looked back, then quickly moved his eyes away, looking at Zeng Li: "I'll go with you."

Zeng Li pouted his chin behind him, and his attendant took two black cloths over him, Song Qinyi frowned, "What do you mean?"

"I'm sorry, our boss said that if Yan Shengyi is also present, please go with him. After all... Heh, Mr. Song, there are not many people you care about. This person happens to be the most important one. With him around hand, things will be much easier to talk about, right?"

As Zeng Li said, he waved the stick in his hand, "If Mr. Song refuses to agree, my brothers are pretty good at it. It's the same if I knock you out and take you away."

With a black cloth bag on his head, he couldn't see where the car was going.

The journey was bumpy, and his hand was held by Song Qinyi.

The coolness at the fingertips was completely warmed up.

There are many doubts in my heart that need to be answered urgently, but there are still people staring at them.

This group of people attacked fiercely, with a gangster spirit of killing people and stealing money.

He hadn't paid attention to Song Qinyi's movements in the past two years, so he didn't quite understand how Song Qinyi had a grudge with someone to the point of kidnapping.

I don't know how long it took before the car stopped shaking and the door opened.

Song Qinyi spoke suddenly, sounding the same as usual, soothing his mind: "Ayan, don't be afraid, it will be fine."

It was obviously just a very ordinary sentence, but when it came out of this person's mouth, the unexplained sense of fear seemed to have really eased a lot.

The sound of footsteps, trampling of gravel, and faintly audible words.

The black cloth cover was lifted, and the decayed buildings stood in front of the barren fields, and there were almost no lights nearby.

Although they were not tied up, these people stared at them almost sternly. After receiving instructions, they turned on the flashlights and escorted them upstairs.

There was smoke and dust in the abandoned building, until they climbed to the tenth floor, they stopped, and as far as they could see, they could vaguely see that the empty room was covered with dust under the dim sight.

The night wind blows the unfinished floor, blowing on the face without shelter.

Zeng Li walked over and said to the person standing in the middle of the floor: "Boss, the person has brought it."

Under the dim light, Shengyi finally recognized who this figure was.

Huo Ting looked back deeply, and said in a cold voice, "do it."

After the words fell, Sheng Yi was pushed by the thugs, and the rope caught him from behind.

Before these people attacked, he heard Song Qinyi's low voice: "Stop!"

These people really stopped.

But it wasn't because of his stopping.

Huo Ting walked over slowly, pulled the rope that was tied to him at the moment and held it firmly in his hand, looked at Song Qinyi who was being controlled by others, and said endlessly mockingly: "Why, my heart hurts? You were not very patient back then Do you? Now bear with me and show me one more."

The light was so dim that he couldn't see Song Qinyi's expression clearly.

Huo Ting's deep hand pinched his chin, as if he was not moving all the way, which aroused the interest of this man. Under this man's deliberate tightening, he kindly sneered for a long time with unsteady breath.

"What are you laughing at?"

"No wonder Aunt Song never mentioned your existence." Sheng Yi raised her eyebrows and kept sneering, "A person like you really shouldn't have children."

Huo Ting's cold eyes wandered over his face, he pinched his cheek to relieve his strength, and patted his face instead, "Yan Chengyi, I gave you a chance, you don't know good or bad every time, think about it at the beginning I should have kept you until today."

He let go of the rope in his hand, took out a handkerchief to wipe his hands, and ordered the left and right: "Throw it down."

The thugs dragged him away.

The cold wind blew past the edge of the floor, messing up the broken hair on his forehead.

They were ready to go, and they held him firmly here.

Huo Ting raised his hand deeply, and before signaling them to do it, he kindly heard Song Qinyi, who was also under control, make a sudden sound.

The man's straight back relaxed, and he said to Huo Ting in a light voice: "Father."

Huo Ting was stunned. When his eyes moved over, his hands were still frozen in the air.

He didn't seem to hear clearly, and it took a long time to recover, followed by a burst of hysterical laughter.

The laughter stopped, he wiped the wet marks from the corners of his eyes, retracted his hands in mid-air, glanced at the two people who were suppressing their kindness, and then said that his face had regained his composure, "Let him go."

The two let go of their hands and stepped aside.

But the kindness did not move.

He looked at the abyss that was close at hand, showing a confused expression.

Song Qinyi sensed what he was thinking.

He struggled hard, and the dull pain in the back of his neck turned into a real piercing pain, showing signs of unconsciousness.

Huo Ting deeply saw that something was wrong with him, "is he injured?"

Zeng Li explained: "Mr. Song used a little trick when he came, and was knocked on the back of the neck..."

The shackles behind him were finally removed, and Song Qinyi walked towards the edge of the floor without any hesitation.

When that hand was on his shoulder, it seemed that he was afraid of startling him, and even his voice became cautious, with a flustered undertone.

"Ayan..." Song Qinyi's tone was stagnant for a moment, blood dripped from the tip of his nose, he reached out to wipe it off, his nasal voice was heavy, but he tried to slow down his tone, "Don't be like this, Ah Yan...don't read any more."

Looking back in good faith and doubt, the blood on Song Qinyi's fingertips could be seen in the faint light.

What Ou Baiqing said may be true.

About restraint.

His nature cannot be changed, which is his most stubborn impression of Song Qinyi.

But he didn't know what kind of efforts this person had made. Even though he was stimulated by blood, he didn't lose control easily.

Song Qinyi tried to reach out with his hand, but he dodged it.

So there was a little smile on this person's lips, smiling into his favorite look, his movements were more gentle, and he took his hand again, this time he didn't dodge again.

Before he could react, Song Qinyi pulled him into his arms, almost like dragging.

He forgot to struggle, and he was talking in his ears, the voices could only be heard by each other: "When you wake up, all nightmares will end."

He was puzzled again.

Song Qinyi raised his hand, and the anesthetic needle hidden in his cuff pricked the flesh of his neck. In just a few tens of seconds, Shengyi's consciousness began to faint.

He didn't understand why Song Qinyi hid this thing.

He fell into the arms of the other party and was put on the ground, comatose as usual caused by excessive emotion.

The words Song Qinyi whispered in his ear just now pulled his nerves and he refused to fall asleep.

The vaguely detectable anxiety forced him to grab the man's cuff.

Song Qinyi pulled his hand away and smiled at him again. Even though the night light was dim and his consciousness gradually sank, he could imagine how pretty he looked when he smiled.

"Don't be afraid," he said, "everything will be