Sometimes, forgetting is easy to say, but hard to do. (w-w-w.-o-m)..

Jian Minghan stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window of his office, rubbed his eyebrows, and threw the wine in his hand directly to the ground. These things should have been abandoned a long time ago. I shouldn't think about it anymore, it's time, it's time to fight back.

"Boss, yesterday, there was a shooting on the other side of Garden Road. When the police arrived, they found no body except for the bloodstains on the ground. ”

Qinggu lowered his head and looked at the tips of his shoes.

"Garden Road, where Nan Lige used to live" The shooting case should not have killed Nan Lige like this, for Jian Lengqi, every chess piece is very important.

He should understand that he brought Nan Lige to Nanshan Villa, which shows the value and role of Nan Lige to him. In this way, he will not attack Nan Lige.

Even so, Jian Minghan found that his heart began to faintly feel a little worried about Nan Lige. After all, there's still blood on the ground, isn't it?

Jian Minghan turned around, walked to the table, and picked up his black coat: "Go over there and have a look"

Qinggu was silent and walked out behind Jian Minghan.

Come to Muliu Lane, Garden Road, the home of the song in the south.

Standing at the door, Jian Minghan put his hand on the door, which had many footprints. You don't have to guess, you were kicked open by someone. Inside, the table was messy, there was some dust left on it, and there were water stains on the floor.

Looking at the bed again, the quilt on the bed was also messy, the bed was messy, and the sheets and quilt were all wet. Put your hand on the quilt, put it under your nose and smell it.

Although the smell was very light, Jian Minghan still smelled the smell of Nan Lige. She has a unique fragrance, which is neither pure nor pure, nor strong but not strong, on the contrary, it makes people smell very comfortable.

The windows weren't closed, and the curtains were blown by the wind.

Look down at the water stains on the floor, from the bed all the way to the bathroom. Jian Minghan walked to the bathroom along the water stains, and saw some wet clothes on the ground, and there were traces of fire on the clothes, such a blue-green cheongsam, who else could wear it except Nan Lige

"The clothes are Miss Nan's, which means that Nan Lige has stayed here for one night. There was no trace of a fight in the living room, and Miss Nan should have volunteered to go with the other party. ”

Qing Gu speculated that from the situation at the scene, this was indeed the case.

Jian Minghan snorted coldly, saw a little blood on the ground from the windowsill, and walked over and leaned over. "Not really, there's blood here."

When Qinggu heard this, he hurriedly stepped forward, and sure enough, there were blood stains. "Boss, is this Miss Nan's blood?"

Jian Minghan dipped a little, put it under his nose and sniffed it. "The blood was black, and there was still some smell of white powder in it. It's not hers, it's the ones who captured her. ”

Knowing that this blood was not hers, inexplicable, a little relaxed.

"Then what are we going to do now," Qing Gu looked around.

The room was small, damp and shabby. Except for a bed, all that was left was some worn-out cabinets, and the frame of the TV was rusty. The white walls are also starting to grow mold. In such a dilapidated place, there are still people living in it. Looking at the situation here, there has been no one living for a long time.

"Go back, wait"

I believe that soon, the news will come back from there. If he guessed correctly, that's what they wanted

The corners of his mouth went up, and his cold expression changed slightly. In this way, it is actually not bad, and it is also a test of whether she is really loyal to herself.

Nan Lige, I'm looking forward to your performance.

Qinggu didn't understand what the boss's smile represented. I want to ask, but I feel that my identity and position are not qualified to ask. However, seeing that the boss is so confident, the matter should be solved quickly.

Jian Minghan returned to the South Hill Villa, where Jason was re-turning the ground over there. The white roses that were originally planted there have long been gone, and not even a single leaf can be found.

Take out a cigarette, light it and put it to your lips, and watch the people over there squatting and busy.

He once asked Jason why he always liked to plant these flowers and plants here, but Jason's answer was a little surprising. He said he didn't plant flowers.

When he asked, Jason would keep silent. Either pretend not to hear, or bow your head and do something else. By now, he was curious about why Jason planted these flowers.

Shaking his head, Jian Minghan turned around and entered the villa.

Nan Lige is no longer in the villa, and Ellie naturally will not stay in this empty, cold building. Ike was alone on the couch, reading the newspaper.

Seeing Jian Minghan coming in, he hurriedly stood up and bent down at him: "Young Master"

Jian Minghan nodded slightly and went straight upstairs.

That back is obviously so lonely, but it is so strong that it makes people feel sad. What the young master is carrying is something they can't carry.

Unbeknownst to Jianminghan, the moment he entered the villa, Jason's head was raised to look in his direction. said a sentence in his mouth: "These are not flowers, they are missing, missing her." Then, Jason continued to keep his head down, busy with his own work.

Nan Lige's eyes were blindfolded again, but she already knew roughly where this was, and if she guessed correctly, it should be some abandoned abandoned warehouse.

From time to time, there will be some sound of water outside, which should still be near the sea. There are only two places near the sea here in S City, one side is the Haitian Villa on the Jianmingham side, and the other is the most remote Jinlang Bay on the left. Jinlang Bay is the Dead Sea of S City, and not many people come back to this kind of place to swim and watch the sea.

It also created a loophole in S City, and few people know about it here. Even the police seem to have forgotten about this place.

Uncle Liao, they are really well-intentioned, and they can find such a place. It's just that there will be big waves here in Jinlang Bay from time to time, and sometimes, the waves on this side can be very high. Therefore, the nearby rocks are also very high, in order to prevent the waves from hitting the city.

If they really want to come, this is definitely an easy place to defend and difficult to attack. Nan Lige couldn't help but laugh at herself, what kind of thing is she, how could Jian Minghan risk coming here for herself

Maybe now, Jian Minghan is very comfortable holding the beauty and tasting the wine, and he has already forgotten about himself. She is just the existence of Jian Minghan to pass the time, and when she thinks of this, she will inevitably feel a little lost.

I would like to know what Jian Minghan is doing.

And Ellie, she knocked Ellie unconscious, escaped, and didn't know how Ellie was doing now. Jian Minghan, there was no punishment for her. Jian Minghan's method of punishing people is very cruel, and he begins to feel a little worried about Ellie in his heart.

Snort~ The iron door was opened, revealing a glimmer of light from the outside. Even if Nan Lige was covered with his eyes, he could still feel the strong and dazzling sunlight outside.

A few footsteps, from far to near.

Walking up to her, the men stopped.

"Master Liao said that he wanted us to serve this beauty well, hey, it's a pity, she looks so beautiful, if she is disfigured, it won't look good."

Nan Lige avoided it in disgust, and wanted to touch the hand of his face. "What do you want to do?"

"Don't worry, little beauty, we won't do anything to you. That is, maybe you have wronged you. ”

This person's voice, Nan Lige felt a little familiar to hear, and after thinking about it carefully, he realized that this person was Brother Biao. Then there must be Lao Zhao next to him.

The appearance of the fat man before his death suddenly appeared in front of him, and Nan Lige shuddered. The dislike for Brother Biao and Lao Zhao has deepened a lot.

Brother Biao raised his chin at Lao Zhao, and Lao Zhao stepped forward and took off the black cloth strip on Nan Lige's eyes.

As soon as the strip of cloth was taken down, Nan Lige closed his eyes, and the light outside was too dazzling. Her blindness was just right, and she didn't want to hurt her eyes because of the sun.

One time of darkness is enough.

Brother Biao smiled, pulled away Lao Zhao, who was blocking Nan Lige, and gave Nan Lige a slap. After the fight, he twisted his wrist and lifted Nan Lige's chin to make her look at herself.

"Great beauty, it's not like we want to bully you. This is what Liao Ye means, if you have any resentment, go and resent him. Brothers, come, how about adding a little beautiful color to our beauty?"

"Okay"

"It's been a long time since I've beaten someone, and my hands are itching to death."

Seeing Nan Lige's indifferent look, Brother Biao was very unhappy. "Stinky woman, I'll see how hard you can be. Brothers, on. ”

As soon as they received Brother Biao's order, those people surrounded Nan Lige in the middle.

A person kicked Nan Lige's foot from behind, and that kick knocked Nan Lige to the ground with the stool. Nan Lige slammed into the hard concrete floor, his hands and feet were tied to this damn chair again, and he couldn't move. I can only stare dryly, and I don't bother to talk nonsense with these people.

Spit out the rust-smelling blood in his mouth, Nan Lige closed his eyes and let them punch and kick him.

Brother Biao grabbed Nan Lige's hair and smashed Nan Lige's stomach with a hard punch.

Nan Lige bit his lip in pain, but he didn't make a sound.

The other person took off the belt on his body and slapped Nan Lige with a mission.

The man said happily: "Uncle Liao said, as long as you can't die, you can do whatever we want." Even if it's crippled, it doesn't matter. After saying that, the strength in his hand became more and more powerful.

His consciousness was gradually blurring, and Nan Lige understood what Uncle Liao meant by what he said before leaving. It turned out that he wanted to use this method to gain Jianminghan's trust.

It's ridiculous, how can he be so sure that Jian Minghan will definitely come to save himself Jian Minghan is a cold-blooded and ruthless person who will never change because of one person. This point, Nan Lige is very sure.

Numb from the beating, her consciousness was getting blurred, and at the moment she was unconscious, she seemed to see a red-haired demon sneering at her. Did she hallucinate again, why every time, at the moment when she was about to die, the person she saw was Jian Minghan

That person, the influence on himself is already so deep, can't it, can't be like this, can't have any feelings for Jian Minghan. This was the only thing Nan Lige thought about before he fell into a coma.

The next morning, when Jian Minghan returned to the office, he saw a white envelope on the table. There are only four words on the envelope, and the sender or something, naturally there is none.

Jian Minghan sneered and picked up the letter. "Why, can't you wait?"