Shuanglang felt like he was sleeping in a swamp, bottomless, gloomy, and had a splitting headache.

She opened her eyes in a daze, and saw herself lying on a kang, the house was littered with dirt, and two plastic posters of the God of Wealth that looked very old were pasted on the walls. The wires of the overhead lights were exposed, and the power strip seemed to be ringing in Zrazra. She didn't know where she was, and got up to walk out.

"Bang dang", and found that the handcuffs were trapped in the handles of the surrounding wooden cabinets.

Where is this?

Shuanglang remembers that after he fell asleep in the car, he never remembered it again.

What about Zhang Bingwen?

Where did he go?

There was no sound around her, and she shook the handcuffs on her arms, but she didn't move to the bed. They're in danger! She had the idea that she must have fallen into a very critical situation. But why didn't you react at all?

Shuanglang was a little anxious, and the cold sweat on her body soaked her thin clothes. She shouted, "Help, help, is there anyone!"

Outside the door, the barking of dogs gradually sounded.

Someone appeared to come out of the side house and was a well-dressed middle-aged woman in her fifties. "Bingwen is good, when I saw it just now, I thought this Nizi was good-looking, my son must like it. She carried a fake bracelet in her hand, and her dry palm rubbed her face.

"Let go of me!"

She glared at the woman.

"What about Zhang Bingwen?" she asked again.

The woman in front of her smiled, her curly hair seemed to be a chow chow all the time, her skin was sallow, her cheeks drooped down, and there were faded pearls hanging from her neck. The woman was dressed in a brand new red dress with cheesy patterns on it.

She snorted: "Still thinking about Zhang Bingwen, you don't know how he was sold here." She sat on the kang with her legs crossed, pondering the angry girl.

"He really didn't lie to me, you really look good. As she spoke, she escaped from her arms with a photograph of a young man with dyed yellow hair. The man was dressed in an out-of-place suit, his eyes seemed to be forced to open, and he looked at the camera with his mouth open. The woman pressed Hearty's head and forced her gaze to fall on the man in the photo.

She pinched her chin, and her diaphragm ached.

Shuanglang instinctively turned his head sideways, but she was forced to break it.

"Look! Isn't it handsome!" The woman was a little crazy, seriously revealing her obsession, and she was as weird as a mental patient in Shuanglang's eyes. She waited for her eyes, and suddenly stroked her hearty hair like a loving mother, and muttered to herself, "I am a good mother-in-law, I will be good to you." Look at my son, how handsome, so many girls can't chase after him. ”

Shuang Lang stared at the photo, lifeless, as if the person in the photo had been dead for a long time.

Seeing that Shuanglang didn't react, the woman said viciously: "You have taken a big advantage, what is there to be dissatisfied! Being able to be a daughter-in-law to our family is a blessing that has been cultivated for three lifetimes! My son is in charge of our family's factory, he is doing great things, and he wants to find a knowledgeable Nizi." You're a college student and you've never been in a relationship, so it's the perfect fit!" the woman's gaze was tender for a while, and full of bitterness for a while.

Shuang Lang looked at the crazy woman in front of him, thinking that he was sold to a poor mountain village as a daughter-in-law, right?

Who sells it?

Zhang Bingwen?

This woman affectionately called Zhang Bingwen's name just now, and it must have something to do with him.

The woman's words interrupted Shuanglang's thoughts again, "I've calculated with Mr., you two are very compatible, and you are prosperous with each other." You are the 15th of October, it happens to be today! My husband instructed me to hold the wedding on the day after your birthday, so that I can be prosperous! My son is ready and waiting for you. I've been urging Bingwen to bring you here for a few days, and I can be regarded as meeting. She grinned, and the laughter seemed to come from hell.

"I'll just look at my son and tell him he's married a beautiful daughter-in-law!" the woman stood up and left the room triumphantly.

Shuang Lang looked at the handcuffs on his wrists and knew that he couldn't break free by himself, so he could only pretend to be obedient first and find an opportunity to escape in one go. She looked around, familiar with what was in the room. Who knew that he desperately raised his head to look, but saw familiar clothes!

Tang Xiaoxiao's clothes!

It was a dress she had specially prepared for her sister at the time of the corpse.

How did it end up here?

Her brain crashed for a moment, flashing back to Han Mo's words yesterday. Could it be that someone really framed her sisters? Shuanglang couldn't understand how she could be targeted because she was powerless and powerless? She desperately raised her head to look farther away, but heard the man's footsteps getting closer and closer.

Familiar faces.

Zhang Bingwen.

She stared into his gaze, staring at the delightful smile behind his deep brow. Looking at his bound hands and feet, Shuang Lang was convinced that this woman was in the same group as him. But at this time, she could only give in, because she only knew Zhang Bingwen alone. This is the one who has the best chance of helping her escape.

She was aggrieved, panicked, and looked at the man in front of her, like a wounded fawn. Pretending not to know anything, he anxiously asked, "Are you hurt?

The man was stunned, but he didn't expect that in this case, Shuanglang really didn't feel anything. He smiled, didn't speak, put his hands behind his back, and looked at her.

"Untie it for me, let's get out together!" she shook her handcuffs.

Zhang Bingwen whispered, "You can't go, and I can't go." ”

Shuang Lang looked at him, "What happened? What happened to them?" but his eyes observed Zhang Bingwen's every move.

He sat next to Shuanglang, and his eyes did not have the gentle attachment of the past.

He spoke to himself, as if he was talking to Shuanglang, and as if he was talking to himself. He lit a cigarette, and the smoke filled the small room, choking on her.

"I'm short of money. You can't understand how short of money I am. What to open, what to pour. No money, no luck. I lost all my money, I was in debt, and I couldn't even afford to eat. My brother too, he had washed his hands and saved some money to live a good life, but who knew that he was targeted by the original enemy, and the small supermarket went out of business. My wife is sick again, and she has to hide in Tibet with her children. I don't even dare to go home every day...... However, I don't have a home ......."

He said happily.

Shuang Lang is sure that the brother he is talking about is the driver who drives drunk. Zhang Bingwen didn't know that he knew the driver's family information, so it proved that the cause of Tang Xiaoxiao's death was not so simple......