"Hurry up, don't wait, just smash it open." A servant suggested.

"But if the gentleman comes back, we can't afford to pay for it."

Someone is hesitating.

"Then call my husband." Someone frowned, his tone a little irritable.

It's all this woman, what the hell are you doing! Sick of it!

"I've been fighting, but my husband hasn't answered."

Someone sighed: "How's going on over there at the window?" ”

"I'm still trying, but the window is locked."

"Then smash the window, it's better to smash the window than the door, right? Even if the gentleman is angry, he will not be too angry. ”

"And we smash the windows?"

"Okay, that's it, let's go."

Everyone discussed it and was about to go downstairs, but they saw a man looking at the staircase, I don't know how long they watched it or how long they listened.

Everyone paused, a little surprised: "Who are you?" Do you know about trespassing? ”

A few of the new servants immediately said.

A few old servants looked a little submissive, and shrank and said, "Why is Mr. Song here?" ”

The newcomer looked at this posture and felt that something was wrong, so he froze in place, looking at the man carefully.

The man was dressed in a formal suit, with a serious face, looking like he was in his thirties, with a resolute face, a document bag in his hand, and his hair was meticulously combed.

At this moment, he was looking at everyone with unkind eyes, ignoring everyone, and raising his feet to go upstairs.

The servants all blocked the entire stairwell and said with a smile: "Mr. Song, let's have a cup of tea first and wait for Mr., Mr. will be back soon." ”

"Sir?"

A low and magnetic voice sounded slowly, and a little tension sounded in everyone's hearts.

A servant who was nearly fifty years old stood up and said with a grin: "Mr. Song, you sit down for a while, and I'll call Mr." ”

"Hehe, are they all dogs who have forgotten their real owners?"

The mocking voice made the faces of everyone present a little ugly.

A newcomer frowned and said unhappily: "This gentleman, if you have anything to do, please wait for Mr. to come back, don't make trouble here." ”

"Wang Qing?"

The nearly fifty-year-old servant who spoke before stood up and smiled reluctantly: "Mr. Song? ”

"Get out of the way, don't let me do it."

Wang Qing had embarrassment on his face, but he never moved.

Song Weizheng sneered, put the document bag on the ground, took off his coat and folded it on the file bag, rolled up his sleeves, and slowly walked towards everyone.

Wang Qing took two steps back with some frustration and said, "Mr. Song, we also use money to do things, no wonder we are." ”

Click, it's the sound of the door being opened.

Everyone looked upstairs in unison, and a sound and shadow slowly appeared in the stairwell.

The woman was leaning against the wall, one leg twisted in a strange position, her face bruised and swollen, and her eyes could only see a shadow, barely recognizable.

His hair was also messy, his exposed arms were bruised, and there were blood stains on the corners of his mouth.

The woman's dry and swollen lips moved slightly: "Ah Zheng." ”

The tone is gentle, but it makes people hear dependence and grievances.

Song Wei's face was gloomy, and he didn't care about anything else, so he walked over directly, picked up the beginning of the year, and walked downstairs.

The servants were stuck in the stairwell, looking like they didn't want to give in.

Song Weizheng raised his foot and directly kicked over the bodies of the two servants, and everyone shrank and didn't dare to step forward again.

When Song Wei was walking to the door, the door happened to be opened, and several black-clothed people made way for him, and said respectfully: "I'm sorry sir, it's late." ”

"Stay here, and don't leave without my permission."

Song Weizheng dropped a sentence and walked quickly towards the car.

The man in black nodded, "Yes, sir." ”

The other man in black immediately picked up the file bag and clothes that were still on the ground behind him and followed.

The rest of the people surrounded the entire villa and controlled the rest of the people.

At the beginning of the year, he curled up in Song Weizheng's arms, clutching the clothes on his chest tightly, like a drowning man grabbing a leaf of duckweed.

Song Weizheng lowered his head and frowned, unconsciously looking at his legs at the beginning of the year.

It is clear that the leg has been broken, and it is difficult to say whether it will be cured well or not.

He has been exercising all year round and has often done his hands, and it is easy to tell that his leg has been shattered at the beginning of the year.

Why didn't you find me sooner?

Song Weizheng looked at the face that still couldn't see the original appearance at the beginning of the year, and he still didn't ask this after all.

Why?

It's not because you love him, just like you chose to do at the beginning, because you love him, you chose him.

Because I love him, I have endured it until now!

Until now, is it because I can't bear it anymore, or is it because I ........ Don't love it anymore?

Song Weizheng didn't dare to ask, and he didn't want to ask, in the future, he had time.

Song Wei was gently stroking the face of the beginning of the year, and the beginning of the year shrank for a moment, but he did not dodge.

Song Wei put his forehand on the back of his head at the beginning of the year and gently hugged her.

Soon arrived at Song Weizheng's place, he put the beginning of the year on the medical bed, looked at the private doctor who had been waiting for a long time and said, "Full body examination." ”

The doctor nodded and began to check up for the beginning of the year.

At the beginning of the year, he was lying on the bed, holding the corner of Song Weizheng's clothes tightly in his hands, cooperating with the doctor's examination.

............

The snail clinged tightly to the godman's body, and his mouth was an irrepressible moan of pleasure.

Zhou Yacheng buried his head in the neck of the snail and kept kissing it.

Jingle bells

The mobile phone kept ringing, Zhou Yacheng got up irritably, panting and about to get up, but Tian Luo hugged his neck and took his lips in his mouth.

"Don't make a fuss, I'll answer the phone first." Zhou Yacheng pulled her body apart and said in a dumb voice.

Tian Luo simply wrapped his legs around his waist directly, and said dissatisfiedly: "Is it me important or the mobile phone is important?" ”

Zhou Yacheng held her body and rubbed it unconsciously: "Okay, good, you are important." ”

Bow your head and get entangled, letting the phone keep messing around, gradually sinking in the stimulation of the ringtone.

When it was finally over, Zhou Yacheng picked up his mobile phone and saw the phone at home, frowned, and felt a little irritable in his heart, it must be that the dead woman who was making trouble again.

"Hey, what's wrong?"

"Sir, Mr. Song came over and took Zeng Nian away." There was a slight cringe on the phone.

Zhou Yacheng's heart tightened: "What did you say?" How did Song Weizheng know? ”

"Sir, you'd better come back and have a look."

Wang Qing looked at the man in black beside him, lowered his head unnaturally, and said with some fear.

Zhou Yacheng quickly put on his clothes, and his movements were a little flustered.

"What's wrong? Yacheng, what's going on? ”

Tian Luo didn't know why.

"Zeng was taken away by Song Weizheng at the beginning of the year, I'll go back first." Zhou Yacheng said irritably.

Tian Luo rolled over and sat up, his eyes widened: "What? How did he know? ”

"How do I know, I'll go first."

Zhou Yacheng threw the door and left, Tian Luo immediately got out of bed and got dressed, and went out in a hurry.

Zhou Yacheng saw the car in front of the villa, and had a bad premonition in his heart, and after opening the door, he was subdued to the ground and couldn't move.

"What are you doing, let go of me, do you know who I am? Let go of me. ”

It's a pity that no one paid attention to him, and even the servants who were very confident before didn't consciously take a step back when they saw this.

Zhou Yacheng was imprisoned in the villa like the servants, waiting to be dealt with.

It's a pity that almost half a month has passed, Song Weizheng still hasn't appeared, Zhou Yacheng is irritable, but he is helpless.

He was watched over day and night, and all the utensils in the house were emptied, except for the room reserved for him, and even the bath was watched.