Han Li and Liang Jun usually saw something different, he was wearing a bathrobe, and he looked really homely, not like the mercenary who licked blood at the tip of a knife.

The man didn't say a word, grabbed Liang Jun's wrist, and took the person to the next room.

He has long legs and fast steps, Liang Jun was dragged and stumbled, almost fell to the ground, she leaned against the wall and just wanted to call him, but the man didn't take care of her at all, and continued to pull her forward.

In this way, Liang Jun was taken to the next room by him, and after he closed the door and turned on the light, she saw that this room was also a bedroom, and the layout was similar to the one where she was closed, but there was no bathroom.

No one has spoken until this meeting, her mind is in a mess, she wants to say a lot, and she doesn't know what to say for a while, so she can only carefully spy on the man's expression, but he has no expression at all at this time.

He pressed her to the chair, then took out a medicine box from the side, she was confused, saw him take out a bottle of injection, and then took out a disposable syringe and opened it with his hands.

She realized what he was going to do, and was about to get up immediately, but the man held it down with one hand, he turned his face to look at her, his thin lips moved, and only spit out two cold and hard words: "Don't move." ”

"What are you going to give me?" She stiffened, staring at him for a moment.

"Ground, zepam injection."

She understood that the ground, zepam was stable, he was disgusted with her and wanted her to settle down, she felt unbelievable, he didn't even communicate now, and treated her directly in the same way as a prisoner.

She was a little injured, and when she saw that he was about to get a needle fitted, she quickly said, "I can stop arguing with you." ”

He continued to put the needle on it, and she was even more uncomfortable, "Can you talk to me?" You know that I didn't mean to do anything about You Huan, You Huan's appearance, it's a good thing for her to be able to die as a human being, and it's ......"

She paused, unable to say that Liang Ye's purpose was to get back the seeds, after all, Han Zhixia was one of the deeds, and it was very likely that he had become Liang Ye's next target.

If Han Li knew, his hostility towards Liang Ye would be even greater, and he would most likely be angry with her.

He was still silent, he had already opened the injection and inserted the pillow into it to take the medicine, she bit her lip and spoke: "I know you are angry that I got off the plane that day to stop you, at that time Bai Cheng was already talking to several other mercenaries in the helicopter, they were going to shoot you, do you know how many people they have, how many guns?" If it's all aimed at you, you're destined to get hurt even if you survive, and I don't want you to get hurt, you know? ”

After Han Li finished taking the medicine, he nudged the syringe to make sure there was no air inside, as if he hadn't heard her at all.

This is not a conversation at all, Liang Jun couldn't sing a one-man show alone, and he was angry, so he got up again to dodge, and said angrily: "I see that you have taken too little, you should give me more beatings, it's best to let me never wake up when I fall asleep!" ”

She didn't escape a few steps, she was pressed by the man twisting her wrist, on the bed, on the indecent posture, she was facing the bed, twisting her body, she couldn't see his face, she was even more scared, and suddenly whimpered, "Don't give me this medicine, even if it's just once, there is nerve poisoning......"

Before she finished speaking, she felt a chill in her body.

Song Ya gave her a few home clothes to change into, at the moment she was just a wide nightdress, the hem of the skirt was lifted by a big hand at this time, she didn't have time to feel ashamed, his speed was very fast, she immediately noticed the tingling.

She stopped struggling.

It is true that there is some nerve damage to Zeepam, but in fact, it is not a very serious problem, she will deliberately remind it, just hoping that he will care about this injury.

However, it was she who thought too much, and it was she who was squeamish.

She didn't want to take even the slightest hurt from him, she forgot that he was holding her by the neck not long ago and wanted to kill her, and that he was still the man who had been prophesied to kill her.

After Han Li finished injecting her, he let go of her wrist and got up to release the confinement he had imposed on her, there was a garbage bin under the table, he threw the discarded syringe inside, slowly turned around, and saw the person on the bed moving.

In fact, it was just a small action, he didn't pull the skirt, she pulled it herself. The hem of his skirt fell to cover his thighs, but the white, thin calves were still exposed, and he swept his gaze over them, his eyes drooped, and he took a cigarette from the table.

Liang Jun didn't know when the effect of the medicine would kick in, she pulled up her skirt, lay on her side on the bed blankly, and asked him in a low voice, "When are you going to find Liang Ye?" ”

Still no one answered.

"I can't stand it," she wiped the corners of her eyes, "if you lock me up like this and don't talk to me, I'll be crazy if I don't die." ”

The words were not answered, she heard the click of a lighter, smoke diffused in the room, her vision blurred, and before her consciousness fell into chaos, she faintly heard a man's voice—

"Who cares if you're crazy or not."

……

Han Li leaned against the table and sent away the third cigarette in his hand before moving.

The person on the bed was already silent, and he walked over slowly, looking down at her.

Under the incandescent light, Liang Jun's skin appeared whiter, and there was a layer of blue and black shadow on the lower eyelids, it should be that he had not rested well during this time, he stood for a while, sat on the edge of the bed, and raised his hand to hook the neckline of her nightdress.

The neckline was loose, and he hooked it until his round, runny shoulders were exposed, and his gaze paused there, and his Adam's apple rolled, and finally he squinted at the gauze-covered part of hers.

He couldn't see anything, he bent down and carefully removed the gauze to take a look, then pasted her back on, pulled her clothes up, his breathing was a little uncontrollable heaviness, he calmed down for a while, and then he picked up the person and sent him back to the next door.

In the middle of the night, the whole house was quiet, except for the slightly heavy footsteps.

Putting Liang Jun on the bed, Han Li didn't leave immediately, he sat on the edge of the bed and looked at her for a while, brushing away the strands of hair that had fallen on her cheeks, his fingertips touching her light, smooth and delicate skin, lingering on it for a while.

On Kitajima's day, if she hadn't passed out, he wasn't sure if he would have killed her by mistake.

His life now has no other meaning than to save Zhixia, he has nothing, but even she is in his way.

He was sure he wouldn't kill her, but now, even he didn't know if that prophecy would come true someday.

……

After the negotiation with Han Li failed, Liang Jun was depressed for several days, and his words became less and less.

A week later, Song Ya examined her wound and made sure it was basically healed, with a long bloody scab on the outside, and after the gauze and topical medicine were discontinued, she really tried to escape through the window when the room was empty.

There was a lawn under the window of her room, but she didn't have the courage to jump straight down like the mercenaries, so she simply wrapped herself in a quilt to protect herself.

The clothes that Song Ya brought to her were also of a very high standard, and it could be seen that she didn't intend to let her leave, and the room, when she jumped out, she was wearing a set of loose loungewear, and she still had slippers on her feet, and the slippers fell off when she rolled on the lawn.

Regardless of the embarrassment and the pain in her body, she quickly got up to find her shoes, but before she could go to the courtyard wall to feel the power grid that Zhao Teng said, she heard an alarm whistle, and the sound was sharp and harsh.

It wasn't until she was escorted back to the house by Zhao Teng that she remembered that this sound seemed to be similar to the alarm sound of the infrared thermal detector she used before.

was taken to the living room by Zhao Teng, and she saw that there were still a lot of people in the house today.

Han Li is here, Song Ya is here, in addition to Zhao Teng who is holding her, there is also a man she has never seen.

Han Li didn't even look at her, he lowered his head to look at a map on the coffee table, and Zhao Tengjing took her upstairs, at this moment she felt more like a prisoner, but she didn't struggle anymore, she only snorted in pain when she twisted her foot when she stumbled upstairs.

There was not much movement, but Song Ya still looked at her.

Liang Jun's face was pale and he looked at Han Li with his spare eyes.

He didn't look at her.

She didn't know why she still had fantasies and expectations, so she endured the pain and returned to the room, and Zhao Teng said cruelly.

"Don't play tricks anymore, you also saw it, now the boss doesn't care about you, if there is a next time about jumping out of the window, I will consider breaking your leg to see if you can settle down, I think the boss will not stop me."

Liang Jun's face was as earthy as earth, and he lowered his head, and he didn't speak until Zhao Teng left.

This time it seems to be really different from before, and he really doesn't seem to be soft on her anymore.

The next day, Liang Jun began to resist passively, not drinking water or eating.

After more than 40 hours without a drop of water, she could also sense that her body was about to reach its limit, her throat was dry and angry, her nerves were a little dazed, and her stomach was numb to the point that she no longer felt hungry.

The food brought by Song Ya on the table was already cold, the afternoon air was stuffy, the humidity was heavier, there was thunder outside, as if it was about to rain, she was lying on the bed, and finally heard someone open the door and come in like a hallucination.

She raised her eyes and saw Han Li's expressionless face, he sat down on the edge of the bed, holding her hand that had collapsed to the point of completely losing strength, and then she noticed a cold wrist, she glanced over and saw the handcuffs on her wrist.

The bed was European-style, he handcuffed her wrists to the bedpost, called Song Ya over, and ordered: "Give her grape, glucose, sodium and potassium, and amino acids and the like when necessary, you look at the arrangement, as long as the person is alive." ”

Liang Jun's pale and chapped lips moved, but he didn't make a sound.

She felt that this voice was a little unfamiliar, it didn't look like Han Li's, how could Han Li treat her like this? She was at fault, but she always felt that if he was serious about her, even if he didn't tolerate her mistakes, he wouldn't retaliate against her so maliciously.

The man got up from the side of the bed, Song Ya came over to prepare for the infusion, Liang Jun still didn't cooperate despite the handcuffs on the back of his hand, his hand moved around indiscriminately, Song Ya frowned, "You will only be yourself who will suffer if you go on like this, Liang Jun, don't make trouble, you can suffer less if you cooperate a little." ”

Liang Jun didn't speak, but his hands were still moving.

Song Ya said: "It's still too late for you to take the soft now, you can eat by yourself, so you don't need an infusion, do you understand?" ”

Liang Jun wanted to cry, she felt that she had never been so fragile and unbearable.

She lay limply on the bed, as if she had no control over her body. But she couldn't shed tears, her eyes were also dry, she gasped faintly, and heard the man's cold voice coming unhurriedly, "Song Ya, you don't need to coax her, I'll find a rope to fix her palm, so that you can have an infusion." ”

Liang Jun looked at Han Li weakly, and then suddenly heard another male voice sound.

"Boss, if you give her to me, didn't you say that you still have something to ask her, but you haven't asked?"

Liang Jun followed the prestige and saw that it was the strange man she had seen in the living room downstairs the day before.

The man was dressed like an ordinary office worker, but the aura on his body was by no means good, he looked at Han Li and continued: "I am the best at this kind of thing, this woman has fine skin and tender meat, she can't eat much hardship, even if she can't ask questions, she can eat obediently by tossing herself." ”

Han Li didn't speak, and Song Ya couldn't help but say to the man, "Chen Zhimo, can you take the perverted tricks of your intelligence department less seriously?" ”

The man laughed, "Without our intelligence department, where do you think all those clues that the mercenary group needs come from?" ”

After speaking, his gaze returned to Han Li's face, "Boss, don't worry, I guarantee that people will not die." ”

Liang Jun really wanted to die when she heard this, but it might be a little difficult for her to even die now, and she began to seriously consider whether to simply break the window glass so that she could commit suicide with glass.

She didn't expect that she would have such a cowardly day, and she wanted to die.

Then she heard Han Li reply to the man named Chen Zhimo, "Okay, remember not to let people die." ”

She closed her eyes in despair, still without tears.