Ai Zheming realized: danger was coming. But he was surrounded in the middle, and it was impossible for him to escape. What should he do?

"My brother has been waiting for you for a long time, but I can be regarded as waiting for you~" A young man with dyed red hair said angrily.

"What do you want to do...... Ai Zheming was quite calm at this time, quietly put his hand into his pocket, and prepared to call the police.

"I heard that you are good at drawing, and some people want your fingers." As soon as the redhead looked at him, several people dragged Ai Zheming to the corner and pushed him into an unlicensed van.

"Help......" Ai Zheming panicked, and shouted when he opened his voice, but was soon gagged by the other party.

"Take people's money and eliminate disasters for others. Don't blame the brothers, it's you who messed with someone you shouldn't mess with. A green-haired, skinny, skinny young man chuckled.

Ai Zheming looked at the tool in the other party's hand in horror, because he had seen it in the movie, and he had also specifically looked up the name of this kind of thing, called a cigar knife, which was very sharp.

Before their car could start, it was blocked by another car.

"What's going on?" The redhead asked with a frown. This cannon business gives a lot of money, but don't make any fuss.

"I don't know." The younger brother who drove the car asked. It's the first time they've done this kind of thing, and they're still quite nervous.

"Watch him, I'll go down and have a look." The redhead said irritably.

As soon as the redhead got out of the car, he was grabbed by a shadow that appeared out of nowhere, and he couldn't move.

"Oops......" the redhead screamed in pain.

"Let go of the people in the car." A man in a black suit said coldly.

In the gloom, a black sedan slowly drove away.

"I don't understand what you're saying." The redhead said hard-mouthed.

With a "stuck", the red-haired arm broke, and he curled up in pain on the ground.

The people in the car were stunned, didn't they say that this kid was a poor boy? Could it be that he has bodyguards? So a few people were very knowledgeable and pushed Ai Zheming out.

Ai Zheming finally breathed a sigh of relief, glad that his hands were still there.

"Is that you?" Ai Zheming recognized him, he was Song Bingran's driver. Seeing that he is usually silent, he is so skilled, is he still a bodyguard?

"Get in the car." The driver said expressionlessly.

"Thank you." Ai Zheming obediently followed the driver and got into the car, he didn't dare to stay here alone, what if he was caught by this group of thugs again?

Because he had just been dragged, Ai Zheming had several bruises on his body, and now that the danger was gone, he suddenly felt pain.

"Chairman?" Ai Zheming got into the car and found that Song Bingran was also in the car. He must have asked the driver to save himself.

"Do you feel uncomfortable there? Do you want to go to the hospital for a check-up? Song Bingran said with concern. He was working overtime tonight, and he happened to pass by here and saw this scene, so he came to help.

"It shouldn't be fine, so you don't have to go. Thank you so much today. Ai Zheming scratched his head and said gratefully. Thanks to them, I wouldn't dare to think about the consequences.

"I don't think those people are good, who have you provoked recently?" Song Bingran asked suspiciously.

"Nope." Ai Zheming really couldn't figure it out. He is honest, he never cares about anyone, and he hasn't offended anyone recently, who would want to poison him? Viciously wanted his own hands.

"I think you'd better stay with me tonight." Song Bingran thought for a while and said.

Hearing the chairman say this, the driver, who had been silent, started the car.

"It's not quite right." Ai Zheming didn't want to trouble the chairman anymore, and he felt that Song Zheng didn't like him very much, and of course he didn't like Song Zheng either.

"Anything inappropriate, let's go." Song Bingran smiled. Ai Zheming means something different to Alyssa, not to mention that he is still "her" son, and he has the obligation to protect him.

"Oh, thank you." Ai Zheming did not refuse.

"It seems that I've been to your place less recently, so polite to me." Song Bingran said with a smile.

Ai Zheming smiled slightly and didn't say anything more.

"I heard you didn't go to learn painting yesterday and worked overtime again?" Song Bingran asked casually.

"Nope." Ai Zheming's face flushed, remembering yesterday's events.

"Look like this, you're talking about a girlfriend?" Song Bingran's eyes were bright and his heart was bright, and he guessed it.

"Hmm." Ai Zheming nodded shyly. This kind of thing is not something that any boy is embarrassed to show off.

"Not bad." Song Bingran laughed and didn't ask who it was.

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Huaxia, Yanjing.

In the huge office, the ghost head sat on the sofa with his eyes closed, one hand lightly tapped the other, he was waiting for today's results. There was a sound of shredded footsteps, and the ghost head knew that someone was coming, but it wasn't a ghost.

"How's it going?" The ghost's lazy voice came as if things were supposed to happen the way they were supposed to go.

"Ren, Ren, the mission failed." The clever ghost said tremblingly. In the past, he always reported the situation to the ghost, but today was the first time he had to face the boss directly, and he was already scared in his heart, not to mention that the mission had failed.

Didn't do such a trivial thing?! The ghost head opened his eyes sharply and stared straight at the other. The ghost head didn't say anything, and the clever ghost was already so frightened that he did it to the ground.

"No, no, I didn't expect someone to come out of no, and save him." The clever ghost knelt down to try to exonerate himself. The mission failed, and he wanted to escape, but where could he escape? Maybe this information of my own can make up for it.

"Who saved him?" The ghost head is also very strange. Is there still nosy in this era?

"Song Bingran's bodyguard." The clever ghost replied. He saw clearly in the dark at that time that it was Song Bingran's in the car.

"Are you sure?" The ghost head walked into the clever ghost and asked.

"I know Song Bingran's license plate number, and he is right." The clever ghost nodded.

"Very well, you go down." The ghost head turned around and said.

Ai Zheming and the eldest lady of the Ling family are getting closer and closer, and they can't help but worry him. Because they have found out that Ai Zheming is actually Song Bingran's own son, but the person concerned doesn't know it yet. But some things will always be discovered, just like Song Bingran already knows that Alyssa is his daughter.

If Song Bingran knew Ai Zheming's life experience, if Ai Zheming really married Ling Qingya, and Song Bingran had always been good friends with Ling Qingfeng, then the relationship between the two families could only be better.

He originally wanted to use this incident to blame Shu Nanshao, so that the Shu family and the Ling family could not deal with each other, help himself, and at the same time find a scapegoat for himself, but he didn't expect to push Ai Zheming to Song Bingran again. That's not a good outcome.

But if the ghost succeeds this time, such a result will not matter. It's just that I don't know how the ghost is preparing, and there is no information yet. So he couldn't help but feel a little irritable in his heart, and the bad news brought by the clever ghost made him feel very bad.

"Thank you, Ghost Head." The clever ghost breathed a sigh of relief, turned around and walked out. But he didn't know that it was this information of his that cost him his life, and he didn't even know how he died.

At that moment, the ghost knocked on the door and entered, and looked at the clever ghost at his feet, with an indifferent expression on his face.

"It's all set up?" The Ghost Head asked.

"Yes." The ghost nodded respectfully in reply.

"Let's go." As he spoke, the Ghost Head walked out, ready to take a closer look at it himself.

"Yes." The ghost followed him out the door.

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Huaxia, early the next morning.

The weather was bad that day, it had been raining since last night, and it was still pouring down in the morning. On the way to Yanjing Airport, there is a short narrow winding mountain road, which is the best place to set up an ambush.

Ling Qingfeng's car has been followed by people since he went out of the house, and the black Audi with the license plate "Yan A56789" has been driving forward at a constant speed as if he was not aware of it.

It is this relaxed environment that makes the "ghosts" gradually relax their vigilance. One was not paying attention, and he found that there was suddenly a black Audi with a license plate of "Yan A56789" in front of him, which seemed to be inserted from the right side.

What's going on? Which is the car that Ling Qingfeng is sitting in? "Ghost" suddenly panicked, he didn't come back to his senses, and there was another black Audi with a license plate of "Yan A56789".

"Mom#, it looks like I need to report to the ghost." The ghost was talking to himself in a rage.

"Ling Qingfeng's car is almost here?" The ghost asked as he picked up the phone, with an evil smile on his lips, as if victory was at hand.

"Originally, it was almost there, but now three identical cars suddenly appeared in front of me, all with license plates of 'Yan A56789', and I can't be sure which car Ling Qingfeng is sitting in now." The ghost said simply, plainly, hatefully.

"Three?" The ghost's brow furrowed, and his voice unconsciously raised an octave. It seems that Ling Qingfeng is prepared in advance. Also, how can such rich people not take precautions in advance when they go out? Their lives are worth a lot.

"At least for now." The ghost said as he stared carefully ahead.

"Is there any other car in Ling Qingfeng's house?" The ghost said with a deep groan.

"The 'ghost bear' and the 'ghost roe' are in charge of keeping an eye on it, and there has been no contact until now, either there is none, or they have been killed." The ghost said expressionlessly.

"Can you be sure that Ling Qingfeng is in one of these three cars?" A grim light flashed across the ghost's face.

"I saw him get into the car with my own eyes, and these three cars were always in my sight, and I couldn't run." The ghost said with certainty.

"Where are these cars now?" The ghost asked. Not to mention three, even ten, he will not let go.

"At this speed, the first car will be in your sight in ten minutes, but they seem to be starting to pull away. It is also unknown whether there will be any more cars along the way. The ghost narrowed his eyes and said hatefully, feeling a little lacking in skill now.

"Okay, I got it." The ghost said irritably.

"The situation is a bit complicated now, and there is time, you better ask the 'ghost head'." The ghost reminded.

"I know what to do." The ghost hung up the phone. He had waited so long for this opportunity, how could he just give up?