after the canary left

The cold wind blew past like a knife.

The direction of the previous investigation has been wrong, so no one can be found at all.

The suburban villas in City H occupy almost the entire boundary of Dongcheng District. The manors surrounded by mountains are separated by a large distance, and even the roads are deserted.

There is no one on the street monitoring in Dongcheng District, which means that he has never left here, and there is only a flat land behind the villa area. It used to be a developer's operating factory, but it was abandoned. Behind it is a forest, and there is nowhere to go. .

The entire factory building is empty, and there are still a few obsolete machines inside. There is only one layer of iron plates in the one-time factory building.

Meng Shuqiao curled up into a ball in the cold, his body was no longer hot, and he wore very little when he came out, except for a close-fitting small jacket.

He didn't know where to go. The heavy snow that night made him completely lost his way. In the early morning, he knocked on the door of a private pharmacy, bought painkillers and inhibitors, and had nowhere to go.

Can't go back because he heard it.

As long as you go back, you will be taken away and sent abroad...

Meng Shuqiao was terribly tired, the inferior inhibitors made him ache all over his body, as if he was being bitten all the time, the painkillers didn't work at all, he couldn't swallow the pills, he could only hold them in his mouth, waiting for the bitterness to melt.

His red and swollen cheeks were pressed against the cold ground, covered with the damp and moldy damp that had been abandoned by people, and he was waiting.

Waiting for the situation like in the dream, foolishly thinking that I can have a child, like in the dream, with a soft face, a milky voice, crying is not annoying, so sweet that I want him to stick a paste.

It was so cold that he could barely curl up into a ball.

Thu

"Brother Cheng Chen..." He murmured, crumpling a photo in his hands, tears streaming down the back of his eyes.

He didn't sleep well, but today was different, his dream was a bit sweet.

Memory and time were rediscovered in the corner that was once tightly closed. He didn't remember how old he was that year. Anyway, he was very young, so small that even the fingers clenched into fists were fleshy.

In a corner of a villa abroad, the childlike little Shu Qiao followed her mother to work as a nanny in a family.

Xiao Shu Qiao sneaked out, sat in the yard holding the sour plum candy made by her mother, and watched the tulips bloom and the ants moved on the ground.

He was kicked down by the son of the head of the household, lying on the ground, he was bullied and called him a little fool, he couldn't understand the words, and he cried aggrievedly.

Maybe, was that the first time he saw Ji Chengchen?

Meng Shuqiao's memory was so messed up that he even thought it was just a scene that appeared in a dream, but this scene was too real and the time was too far away, so far away that the dusty time was blurred, so far away that they were strangers when they got married.

The young Ji Chengchen was wearing a pure white T-shirt and squatting in front of him. He is a guest of this family, with gentleness in his handsome face, pinching his chubby little face: "It's cute, not an idiot."

"Everyone says it's stupid! It's stopped here, no one likes it." Xiao Shuqiao pointed to her little head, not wanting to cry in front of her big brother.

The young Ji Chengzhuo wiped away the tears for him, and looked at him with a smile, his eyes brightly reflected the blushing face of Xiao Shuqiao: "Children, you can't say that you are stupid, eh... If no one likes it, then can you?" make me like you?"

He was more like coaxing a child, but he didn't ask his name.

Until the owner of the household shouted from behind: "Cheng Zhuo, let's go."

Cheng Chen...

Ji Chengzhuo rubbed his head, and left without looking back.

"Little brother, here's candy..." Xiao Shuqiao chased after him, as if he couldn't catch up with the first little brother who smiled at him. He wanted to take his mother's sour plum

Give him sugar, give him half of today's sweetness.

Little Shu Qiao's steps were very small, unable to catch up with the boy's legs, but when Ji Chengzhuo turned his head, he did not have the gentle face just now.

Ji Chengzhuo said that he hates sugar, this cheap sugar.

He appeared in the bedroom on the third floor at this moment, pinched his neck with the positioning ring and forced him to wear it, scolded him for being shameless, he is an omega that no man can live, the anger in his eyes burned the original tenderness into ashes.

Forcing him to say his cheap words over and over again, the pain and pain spread from the fingertips to the tip of the heart, making him suffocate.

When he dreamed of this face again, it wasn't a heartbeat, but a trembling.

"Liar... is a liar... a big liar..."

The wind and snow have stopped, and the places where the car passes will melt the snow, and there are creaking sounds when people step on the ground.

The wheels next to the factory were noisy, and there were even dogs barking. The half-closed iron door was simply tied up with chains from the inside, and the sound of rattling was harsh when it was opened.

Meng Shuqiao was awakened by the noise, and stretched out her palms to find the painkiller placed next to the mattress.

The knuckles of his fingers have been scratched in many places, and he is bruised all over his body because he can't get needles.

The faint sound of footsteps was getting closer and closer, as if they were breathing with the kind of breath he was most familiar with.

Slowly opening his eyes, the face that frightened him was reflected in the soft deer-like pupils.

How many times has this dreamed?

"Little brother..." He pouted aggrievedly, the red and swollen corners of his mouth gently pulled at his sore cheeks, and he reached out to touch the face in front of him.

But Ji Chengzhuo in front of him seemed to be a different person.

He stared at him with red eyes after staying up for two nights, squatted beside him and watched, frowned and asked softly, who is the little brother? "

"...um..." He didn't want to talk anymore, and the pheromones were accumulating in his body again, and he urgently needed inhibitors to clear them up.

Ji Chengzhuo thought about many situations, and he knew that it was only a matter of time before he was found, and he couldn't get far with this little fool's mind.

He is angry, more of an angry emotion, thinking that to find this person, he must break his legs and lock him in the attic forever. It is best to let him kneel on the ground like a dog and beg him of pheromones.

This is the punishment I want to give him to escape!

But when I really saw him, it was another thought.

The temperature in the cold dilapidated factory building was almost the same as that of the outside world. He was covered with a moldy quilt and curled up into a ball, seeking warmth in this completely garbage-like place.

What do you call him now?What little brother?

Ji Chengzhuo's patience is the fuse that burns this relationship, and he smells of tobacco wrapped in amber pine.

Meng Shuqiao is like a fish in love with the sea, habitually wanting to be hugged by him, the tip of her small nose lightly rubbing against the man's warm wrist, she only feels in her mind that this dream really makes him want to cry.

The familiar taste can almost resist cheap inhibitors and make him no longer uncomfortable: "Um..." He arched his back, almost in the state of a small shrimp.

"I'm fucking asking, who is calling?!" Ji Chengchen took advantage of the situation, and directly grabbed his wrist that was stretched out from the quilt with his big hand, and pinched it tightly on the top of his head.

Meng Shuqiao woke up almost instantly from the pain, and then her eyes slightly opened and focused: "Ah..."

"Are you crazy! Dare to hit this kind of thing, are you fucking dead?! Meng Shuqiao, I'm really used to you being promising?" He stretched out his hand and threw all the medicines next to the mattress on the bed On the ground, a machine panel next to the windshield was overturned, and the sound was extremely harsh with a bang.

"Medicine, my medicine..." He propped himself up, trying to crawl to pick up the medicine.

On his wrists, there are fine wounds and scars, bruises and purples, which are particularly obvious because of his fair skin, which he didn't have before he left home.

And now, Meng Shuqiao's cheek was also injured, and she was wearing a thin jacket, like a snowman hidden in this dilapidated factory building, which would melt if touched.

"What kind of medicine are you taking?! You dare to touch this kind of thing, you don't know what the hell to use indiscriminately, are you crazy? Just want to leave me? Why did I treat you!"

This kind of thing, even if the doctor didn't tell him, Ji Chengchen knew that there would be a big problem. If the inhibitors that cost a few dollars in the pharmacy were really useful, then no one in this world would need temporary markers.

"It hurts...it hurts..." Meng Shuqiao lay on his back on the mattress, staring at the painkillers and inhibitors that had been thrown away. He lay on half kneeling, as if

Consciousness is still not clear enough.

But the person in front of him had such clear cheeks, pinching his neck, even the pain was familiar.

Behind Ji Chengzhuo, Secretary Lin and several soldiers stood a little far away, and no one dared to step forward easily.

His voice was hoarse, he could hardly speak, and his pale lips were slightly peeled.

Feeling tense, he struggled, using his little hand to get rid of the fatal injury pinched on his neck: "No...don't...don't want you..."

"Do you dare not want me? Ah...Meng Shuqiao, you would rather seek death with this kind of thing than beg me? Aren't you a fool? Do fools still have face!"

He roared angrily because he saw him so humble and contemptuous, if he came later, how much of these things would he use up?

Where did the injuries on this body come from?Where did the medicine come from?Where did he get the money from?

Meng Shuqiao shook her head desperately, almost fainting from crying. He wrapped himself tightly with the moldy quilt, even the hair on his body was trembling, kneeling in front of Ji Chengzhuo exhaustedly, begging with a strong cry, Don't, don't take me away...don't, don't take my baby away...Brother Cheng Chen

Brother, don't... okay?Please... please? "

"Get up, come with me." Ji Chengzhuo was glad that he was fine, and stretched out his hand to pull him out of the quilt: "Lin Feng, call the doctor."

"Don't go, don't go..." He shook his head, blocked his body tightly, with horror in his eyes, and knelt awkwardly in front of him

before.

"What are you doing?" He looked at Meng Shuqiao kneeling in front of him, begging stubbornly, just for painkillers and not wanting to leave.

Meng Shuqiao was trembling all over, the blood was almost cold to the fingertips, he raised his eyes, the tenderness and obedience in his eyes were replaced by fear: "Let's go, I will hit Qiao Qiao, don't hit me... don't lock me up, brother Cheng Zhuo... I'm in pain, It really hurts..."

He was choked up, curled up in a dazed state, Ji Chengchen saw him like this, his heart stopped for no reason, and he softened his voice: "I won't hit you...

I……,'

He squatted down and smelled a faint smell of blood.

"Liar..." Meng Shuqiao almost fell down, her eyes were blurred, but she still protected her stomach, not wanting him to get close.

"Lin Feng! Doctor! Hurry up!" Ji Chengchen directly lifted the quilt covering his body, and entered...

It is red.

The author has something to say to feel sorry for Joe Cub woo woo woo

Qiao Qiao also endured hardships in escaping, Ji Gou knew that he would definitely want to slap himself a few times

I may be a stepmother, why do I think it would be more abusive if the real child is lost

This is not abuse at all, the abuse discipline dog is behind hahaha the next chapter makes him feel bad upup!!