85_85289In the office on the second floor of the Midnight Club, when Chen Jing carried Song Xiyue out of the hotel half-naked, Sister Qi's mobile phone rang.

The mobile phone received two pictures, one was Chen Jing walking out of the hotel with Song Xiyue in his arms, and the other was the scene of the ambulance staff carrying the unconscious Kong Shuo onto a stretcher.

Seeing these two photos, Sister Qi smiled, and the smile on her beautiful face was very charming

Chen Jing took Song Xiyue home and never said a word.

This night, he didn't sleep and stayed by Song Xiyue's bedside. Looking at this eccentric girl in the past, Chen Jing's face was extremely gloomy.

It wasn't until noon the next day that Song Xiyue woke up, opened her mouth, and said in a hoarse voice, "Uncle, I'm thirsty." ”

Chen Jing hurriedly sent the herbal tea that had already been prepared in his hand to Song Xiyue's mouth, and after the girl drank the water, she turned her back to Chen Jing, but the tears that slipped from the corners of her eyes fell in Chen Jing's eyes.

Chen Jing didn't speak, and smoked for the first time in Song Xiyue's bedroom. There was a knock on the door outside the house, but Chen Jing ignored it. Song Xiyue lay on the bed, crying silently, and gradually turned into sobbing.

After all, she was only fourteen years old, how could she have experienced such a thing, and when she was brought to the room by Kong Shuo last night, she was already scared. But the alcohol paralyzed her brain, and she couldn't resist at all.

Now when she is sober, she can only cry.

Song Xiyue cried, and asked intermittently, "Uncle, am I not a good boy anymore?" ”

Chen Jing didn't answer, and sat on the edge of Song Xiyue's bed smoking a cigarette.

The knock sounded again, and Chen Jing opened the door with a cold face, only to see Wang Bingyan standing at the door. This iceberg beauty, who was always cold in the past, now looks anxious.

When she saw Chen Jing, her expression was a little unnatural, and she asked, "Is she okay?"

Chen Jing didn't answer, didn't look at her, turned around and walked back to the room.

Wang Bingyan stood in front of the door, looking at this man who usually had a hippie smile in a daze, but at this moment there was only indifference.

"I'm sorry." Wang Bingyan whispered. She didn't know who she was apologizing to, or even why, but she felt like she could only apologize.

"Can you take care of her for me for a while?" Chen Jing looked at Song Xiyue and asked.

Wang Bingyan stood beside Song Xiyue's bed and nodded.

Reaching out and touching Song Xiyue's hair, Chen Jing said gently, "Uncle will be back soon." ”

After speaking, he got up and left, Wang Bingyan looked at his back, stunned.

On this day, a major incident occurred in Pengcheng No. 1 Hospital, a teenager with broken eggs was twisted and his neck was broken in the intensive care room. The technique is clean and clean, and there is no trace of struggle.

When the hospital called the teenager's family, they were never able to get through. The owner of the mobile phone number, a middle-aged man in his forties, was found in a tavern and was also dead. He died peacefully, with no scars on his body, only a faint red mark on the back of his neck.

Apparently he died without warning. And there were seven or eight people lying next to the middle-aged man, all of whom were his subordinates.

Not only that, but a tragedy occurred in a three-star hotel, where the lobby manager and two male waiters were also killed, and several receptionists were disabled. In broad daylight, three tragic incidents occurred in Peicheng District one after another, which immediately attracted the attention of the media, and all kinds of reports were overwhelming for a while.

And the initiator of this incident is Chen Jing. Now he was standing outside a private house, motionless as if an old monk had settled down.

It wasn't until more than six o'clock in the afternoon that Mr. Wang gave a day of lessons to his classmates and dragged his tired body home from work, that he saw Chen Jing standing with his back to him in front of his house.

The so-called don't do bad things and are not afraid of ghosts knocking on the door, seeing Chen Jing, Mr. Wang's heart tightened, although he didn't know him, he still couldn't help but have some bad premonitions.

"You're Mr. Wang?" Chen Jing asked with his back to Teacher Wang.

Teacher Wang was even more nervous when he asked him like this, but with years of teaching experience, he still replied calmly: "Yes, you are the parent of the student, right?" ”

"Yes, I'm a parent of a student." Chen Jing said, his voice flat.

"Oh, what's the matter?" Teacher Wang's eyes condensed slightly, and he asked.

"Don't you ask me which student's parent I am?" Chen Jing asked again.

"Uh, hehe, I'm sorry, may I ask who you are?" As if sensing his impoliteness, Mr. Wang sneered.

Chen Jing didn't answer immediately, turned around and looked at Teacher Wang calmly, his expression was still very flat, and said, "Song Xiyue." ”

Although his tone was very calm, Teacher Wang was still stunned, this teacher who was not tall and looked a little bookish, his expression changed greatly. Hands began to tremble.

Chen Jing didn't pay attention to what he was thinking at the moment, he walked step by step, every step was very casual, his eyes stared at Teacher Wang, and said, "You are a teacher." ”

This sentence, like a boulder forward, shook Mr. Wang's body and took two steps back.

"I'm also forced." When Chen Jing's hand grabbed Teacher Wang's neck, the elder, who always looked strict in front of the students, was scared.

"Humph!" The corners of Chen Jing's mouth skimmed, and he snorted coldly. The hand that grabbed Mr. Wang's neck lifted him lightly and lifted him into the air.

Seeing the coldness on Chen Jing's face, Teacher Wang was frightened. Although he is a middle school teacher, he has seen a lot of thugs fighting in school, but he has never seen this kind of battle. Chen Jing pinched his neck with one hand, a little hard, he just wanted to strangle him to death. But his face was always flat, as if he was doing something insignificant.

"I, I said." Teacher Wang spoke with difficulty.

Chen Jing didn't speak, looking at him.

"Someone gave me a sum of money to do this." Teacher Wang felt a lot of relief in his neck, and said with a big gasp.

"Who?" Chen Jing asked.

"I don't know, he only told me to do it." Teacher Wang said.

Chen Jing didn't ask, his hand was strong again, this time the force was greater, and Mr. Wang immediately felt that it was difficult to breathe, and his eyes were red.

"I really don't know." Teacher Wang struggled, said with difficulty, "But he asked me to send the photo to this number." ”

As he spoke, he took out his mobile phone from his pocket and handed it to Chen Jing.

Chen Jing took the mobile phone, dialed the number, and the mobile phone rang twice, and an unpleasant voice came from the other side, saying: "Teacher Wang, hasn't the money been given to you, you must not be greedy and insufficient." ”

This voice, with its charm. Chen Jing didn't speak, threw his phone aside, looked at Teacher Wang again, and said lightly: "You are a teacher." ”

Teacher Wang was stunned, and before he understood what he meant, he only felt a pain in his neck. Then he tilted his head and fell to the ground on his stomach.

After solving Teacher Wang, Chen Jing turned around and left, he did not go home, but stopped a taxi and headed towards the Midnight Club