Quick Transmigration: The President of Sick Jiao is fond of and flirted with

"Aren't you afraid?" the bald man asked suspiciously.

Although this was his first kidnapping, how could it be called kidnapping?

Why is this little canary not afraid?Is it because he is not fierce enough?

The bald man sank his face, put on a fierce face, and said in a rough voice: "What's the praise? Who praised you! Be honest with me."

Song Chubai blinked, leaned his back against the cold wall, and replied, "Okay."

"Good is good, oh what?" The bald man looked angry, "Don't be cute!"

Song Chubai: ...

Where is he so cute?

Sure enough, you can't reason with the kidnappers.

He lowered his head slightly, trying to figure out when Duan Yimo would come.

City B is a few hours' drive away from here, even if he found out that something was wrong with him right away, he would probably come to rescue him at night.

Before that, he had to appease the kidnapper.

Fortunately, the kidnapper seemed to have something to ask for, and he didn't use any violence against him. Although his voice was a little louder, it was within the tolerable range?

Song Chubai quietly raised his eyes, and glanced at the bald man.

At this time, the bald man was picking his teeth, probably because he had eaten too much at noon, so he was struggling to pick his teeth.

The expression was a little distorted, and there was an inexplicable sense of humor.

Song Chubai silently lowered his head, trying hard to hold back his laughter.

He is a kidnapped person now, so he can't laugh out loud.

"Ahem." Song Chubai coughed lightly, hiding his smile.

The bald man glared at Song Chubai, "What are you coughing for?"

Song Chubai shook his head, "It's nothing, it's just that there is a lot of dust in this room, and my throat is a little itchy."

The bald man sneered, "Do you really think of yourself as a domesticated canary? So delicate."

Where is the dust?Where is it big?

The bald man stomped his feet, splashing more dust.

"Ahem!" Without paying attention, he took a breath of dust and coughed violently.

Song Chubai blinked, "Look, I'll say it's dusty."

The fact that stomping kicked up more dust was also unexpected to him.

"Bah." The bald man glared at Song Chubai fiercely, and said angrily, "You can eat ashes!"

After speaking, he quickly turned and left.

With a bang, the door was closed, leaving Song Chubai to eat alone.

When the door was closed vigorously, the dust that was brought up made Song Chubai cough again.

He slowly held his breath, buried his head between his legs, and waited quietly for the dust to fall to the ground.

I hope the bald man stays away for a little longer so he can drag on for a while.

However, the facts always fail to meet people's wishes, and within ten minutes, the bald man walked in again.This time, he held a whip in his hand, the kind used to drive horses.

This kind of whip must be very painful on the body.Thinking about it, Song Chubai hugged his legs silently, and leaned his back tightly against the cold wall, trying to reduce his sense of existence.

But in this small room, there are only him and the bald man, no matter how much he lowers his sense of existence, it will not work.

The bald man waved the whip in his hand, and hit the ground with a "snap", kicking up a layer of dust.

Song Chubai held his breath and didn't speak.

At this moment, the bald man took out a mask from his bag, put it on, and said proudly, "I have a mask, but you don't."

"So, eat ashes!"

Brushing three times, he waved the whip in his hand, kicking up more dust.

Song Chubai: ...

I always feel weird, is this really a kidnapper?Song Chubai couldn't help asking in his heart.

If it is really a kidnapper, then this kidnapper must be too stupid, right?

After going out for a long time, I found a whip and a mask, just to let him eat ashes?

Just... quite inexplicable?

But the bald man didn't think he was confused at all, he smiled arrogantly, "I tell you, don't think that Duan Yimo spoils you, I dare not touch you."

Song Chubai raised his eyes, looked at him, and uttered a single syllable.

"Ok?"

"I really dare not touch you!" The bald man took up what he had just said aggressively.

This is probably to use the most aggressive tone and say the most embarrassing words.

The corner of Song Chubai's mouth twitched, and he checked his eyes. This kidnapper is a fool.

The bald man snorted coldly, "Do you think Duan Yimo is cruel?"

Song Chubai tilted his head and asked sincerely, "Otherwise?"

If he is not cruel, he will not dare to touch him?

"That's very cruel!" The bald man's voice trembled when he said this.

He sat down cross-legged, and began to complain: "Didn't I just go to his territory to collect a little protection fee? How could he drive me to death?"

"Fuck, it doesn't count that I bankrupted my company, and confiscated all the model figures that I have spent so many years and millions of dollars to buy."

The bald man glared fiercely at Song Chubai, "We can't share the hatred of hand-made revenge!"

Song Chubai nodded in agreement, "You're right."

"Then let me tell him, return the figure to you?"

The bald man's eyes lit up, "Are you serious?"

"Really." Song Chubai felt a little difficult to breathe, probably because he had inhaled too much dust, so he said faster, "So can you untie me first? Or take me out to get some air?"

"It's kind of stuffy in here."

"No!" The bald man quickly refused, "What if I take you out and run away?"

"I want to take revenge on Duan Yimo, at least let him return my figurine!"

"You don't need to say, I can get the handle back by myself!"

He got up bitterly, "You wait for Duan Yimo to use my figure to save you!"

Song Chubai: ...

Always feel weird.

But he has no extra energy to think about this problem, his throat seems to be getting tighter and tighter, and his mouth is becoming dry.

Song Chubai suddenly thought of his previous allergies. He wouldn't be allergic to dust, would he?

It wasn't such a problem before.

Suddenly, the door opened again.

He raised his head and looked at the person who was coming, but his eyes were covered by a hazy mist, so he couldn't see clearly.

Maybe a bald man.He thought in his heart, after all, it's still early, and Duan Yimo won't come until evening.

In the next second, he was hugged.

A familiar atmosphere surrounded him, making him inexplicably at ease.

"Brother Duan?"

Song Chubai yelled, but his small hands involuntarily grabbed the clothes on the visitor's chest, his pinkish fingertips tightened, showing a hint of paleness.

"It's me." Duan Yimo's voice rang in Song Chubai's ears, he hugged him, stood up, and walked out.

As for the bald man, I don't know where he went.

As soon as he got out of the small shabby house, Song Chubai instantly felt that his breathing became much smoother. He took a big mouthful of fresh air, and the discomfort in his body also eased a lot.

The scene in front of him became more and more clear. He saw Duan Yimo's anxious and worried face, as well as the panic in those eyes that had never been seen before.