The Sick Beauty in the Republic of China

Zhang Mao's feet seemed to be stuck in a quagmire, and he couldn't take another step. His gaze moved down inch by inch, and finally landed on the woman's palm.

"Ho-ho--" He heard his suddenly amplified breathing, it turned out that it was not a red goldfish at all, but two blood-stained eyeballs, with blood vessels tearing out like long tails behind them The veins are still throbbing.

Zhang Mao was about to vomit, but the woman behind him still wrapped her cold arms around his neck tightly, and let out a joyful and penetrating laugh.

"Do you like little goldfish?"

"May I give it to you?"

Zhang Mao was so frightened that he went mad, he desperately wanted to get rid of the woman behind him, but the woman seemed to grow on him, and he couldn't get rid of it no matter what.

The two bloody eyeballs also "swimmed" from the woman's hands, disturbing his steps more and more beside him...

"Then how did you get away?" Qi Chensheng's indifferent voice interrupted the nightmare in Zhang Mao's memory. He raised his head as if drowning, breathing heavily, but still kept looking at himself in horror. behind.

The broken golden light on Wang Luan's finger overflowed again little by little, and gradually turned into the appearance of a canary, waving its still phantom wings, fell on Zhang Mao's constantly heaving shoulders, and then melted away.

Zhang Mao was bewildered by the golden light, and gradually fell into a strange tranquility. He huddled on the chair and said vaguely: "I just kept running, kept running..."

Until it seemed that something had been knocked over, Zhang Mao guessed it should be something like a fence, and then felt his whole body was empty, and fell heavily——

"I was woken up by the gatekeeper." Zhang Mao felt like he was alive after a catastrophe. When he woke up, he found himself lying only a few meters away from the studio gate.Although it was already late at night, in order to prevent thieves, the lights set up next to the gatehouse illuminated the surrounding area extremely brightly.

"I asked them if they saw any women...but they all said no."

Four or five gatekeepers only saw him madly rushing down from the set set up on the second floor desperately. At first they thought it was a thief in, but they never saw him coming out. This posture came, so they came over to check.

Zhang Mao was still in a state of confusion at that time, and wanted to leave this evil place quickly, but the gatekeepers said that he had damaged the fence, and they dragged him and refused to let him go.

Reluctantly, Zhang Mao had no choice but to take out all the clothes on his body in a daze, and finally escaped from the studio.Afterwards, the more he thought about it, the more frightened he became, and he couldn't care less, so he ran to Xiaoyanglou in the middle of the night.

Zhang Mao, who finally finished everything, collapsed completely in the chair, and Wang Luan didn't need to continue to comfort him with the illusion of the canary, but turned to look at Qi Chensheng beside him.

"Shall we go there and see?"

Qi Chensheng caressed Wang Luan's back thoughtfully, his eyes, eyes again—is this clue that seems to be sent by coincidence, is it a bit too deliberate?

"Feng Shan," Qi Chensheng did not give a clear answer, but called Feng Shan who was waiting outside the door, asked him to take Zhang Mao to rest first, and then confessed: "Find a few more people to watch him, After dawn, we will find Zhang Fengliang to take him away."

Feng Shan hurriedly agreed to do so, and left with Zhang Mao, leaving only Wang Luan and Qi Chensheng in the living room.

The fire in the fireplace was burning hotter and hotter, and Wang Luan couldn't help but half took off the long white ermine fur on his body, exposing his still somewhat thin shoulders.

Seeing this, Qi Chensheng didn't stop him, but hugged Wang Luan into his arms a little more, warming his body with his own body.

"Chen Sheng thinks this is not right?" Wang Luan raised his eyes slightly, and pressed his forehead against Qi Chensheng's shoulder, so that he could just see his crippled eyes.

If Qi Chensheng could detect the strangeness, he would naturally be able to too, not to mention the fact that he is also a star supervisor, why did such a thing happen to Ru Ling's property.When talking about Zhang Mao's experience, he is also very thoughtful.

It happened that they had just realized the eye problem from Wang Mingsheng, and suddenly there was a strange thing related to the eyes.

This is not sending clues out of good intentions, but rather--inducing them to go on purpose.

"Then Brother Nine thinks, should we go?" Qi Chensheng wrapped his arms around Wang Luan's waist, lowered his head, kissed and smelled the scent of the person in his arms, and was so greedy that he was immersed in it.

For a long time, because of the burden of his illness, Wang Luan always seemed to be so docile and fragile, he would lie quietly in Qi Chensheng's arms, as if he was always in a posture of letting others ask for it.

But few people have seen the dark energy hidden in his bones.

"Go." Wang Luan's half-closed eyes seemed to be full of confusion, his cool hands stroked the scar on Qi Chensheng's face, but his heart was as clear as water and cool: "Why don't you go."

Wang Mingsheng is dead, and the shackles attached to him have been removed by Qi Chensheng himself.

A peaceful and beautiful life is within sight, he doesn't want to have anything that threatens Qi Chensheng, but hides it in the dark.

"Brother Jiu said to go, so let's go." Qi Chensheng narrowed his gray eyes, filled with infinite tenderness towards Wang Luan and cruelty towards the unknown enemy: "Let's see, what is it?" Who dares to do anything under my nose."

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Early the next morning, Qi Yangzi, the driver of the Qi family, drove the car to the side of Xiaoyanglou, and got the news that the second young lady was going out for a trip.

He was just transferred from my family last month, and he was very curious about the male lady that everyone said, but he didn't want to see him show up after half a month.

The opportunity finally came today, and he became more and more interested in exploring, wanting to see what kind of person could fascinate Qi Ershao.

Although the sun was out, the snow-covered courtyard was still a bit cold. Qi Yangzi leaned against the car and heheed vigorously. Just as he was about to smoke a cigarette to drive away the cold, he saw the door of the western-style building opened.

The little steward, Feng Shan, came out first, then turned around to greet someone.

Qi Yangzi just glanced unintentionally, the hand holding the cigarette just stopped in mid-air, forgetting to lift it up or put it down.

He saw a man stepping on the unmelted snow in the courtyard against the morning light at eight o'clock.He is a rough man, he has never read many books, and he doesn't know what to say about the appearance of a person. He just thinks that the person's eyebrows and eyes are better than those painted on the embroidered portrait. Trapped in the mink fur coat, only a few long strands of hair were exposed, like black ink flowing.

"Hey, where did you come from as a driver? You were on duty the first day." Feng Shan supported Wang Luan, and when he looked up, he found the cigarette in Qi Yangzi's hand. stand up!"

Only now did Qi Yangzi remember the leader's explanation, and hurriedly threw the cigarette rolls at his feet, but his eyes still fell directly on Wang Luan. After a long time, he rubbed his hands in embarrassment, and muttered: "I didn't forget Well."

"This is also forgettable?!" Fengshan immediately stared at him, thinking that Wang Luan's lung disease has been suffering for almost a year, and he has finally improved. There is no smell of smoke in the small western-style building, even lighting a fire All the charcoal is of the best quality, so what if something happens to me if I get choked.

"Okay, Fengshan," Wang Luan was not as impatient as Fengshan. He could see that Qi Yangzi's cigarette hadn't been lit, and he didn't want to cause any trouble, so he called Fengshan: "It's not time." It's early, let's get in the car first."

Fengshan listened to Wang Luan the most, seeing that Wang Luan didn't care about it, he had no choice but to change his muttering, stepped forward to open the car door, and helped Wang Luan to sit in.

After the rear car door was closed, Qi Yangzi came back to his senses belatedly, slapped his hands hard again, cursed something, and then returned to the car.

The car slowly drove out of the courtyard, and Wang Luan opened the white curtain, looking out the window at the street scene he had been away for a long time, he felt somewhat uncomfortable.

Since he came back from the church, he hasn't gone out again. Firstly, he wanted to heal his leg injury completely, and secondly, he obeyed Qi Chensheng's desire to "lock" him up.

So unknowingly, such a long time has passed.

Wang Luan half-supported his chin, thinking about the studio last night.After Zhang Mao was taken away, Qi Chensheng had originally made up his mind to go to the Hongbo studio with him, but he had no choice but to deal with foreigners in business, so he planned to go to the factory in the morning to make some arrangements and come back later go with him.

But Wang Luan didn't want to see him so busy, so he said that he went to check the situation first, thinking that since it was daytime and Fengshan and others were around, nothing major would happen.

Coupled with Qi Ershao's distinctive appearance, most people would be scruples when they saw him, and it would be difficult to inquire about some low-level news. It's better for Wang Luan to get involved first, and maybe there will be unexpected gains.

Qi Chensheng was reluctant at first, but it couldn't stop Wang Luan from softening his body and begging. In addition, he felt that he had indeed been locked up severely during these days, so he used this excuse to toss and toss for half a night, so that he could not bear it. Relieved.

In this way, Wang Luan leaned on the padded car seat, secretly enduring the soreness in his waist, anyway, he finally got a chance to go out alone.

The Hongbo studio was on the border of Qingyangfang, not too far from Xiaoyanglou. After driving for about [-] quarters of an hour, the driver Qi Yangzi arrived at the place.

Wang Luan took Fengshan out of the car, and across the road, he saw a large western-style iron flower gate. The novel font really has the meaning of a colorful world.

"Mr. Wang, you are here."

Just as the master and servant were still looking up, Wang Luan suddenly heard a somewhat familiar female voice behind them.He turned his head subconsciously, and saw Qi Ruling reaching out to greet him.