When Ji Zhujun came, it was at night, when it was just dark. The sea is rarely calm, and when Huo Ning was carried out by them, he happened to meet the eyes of Ji Zhujun, who was standing opposite.

Probably the illusion of the reflection of the light, Huo Ning felt as if he saw Ji Zhujun's eyes were red, and then he shook his head with a smile, feeling that he had been tied up for a long time and had not seen the light for too long, and he had seen it wrong.

The young man probably thought that he was more familiar with Huo Ning, so he deliberately stood beside him and led him forward, and let Huo Ning relax a little on the way, no big problem.

Huo Ning himself didn't think there would be any big problems.

Holding a document in his hand, Ji Zhujun stood quietly in place, watching them bring Huo Ning over, and he didn't leave his eyes for a moment. Among the people behind him were brought out from the Ji family, and when they saw this scene, they couldn't help but feel relieved: "Young master, it's going to be fine." ”

Finally arrived at the destination, the stout man standing at the front pulled Huo Ning over from the hands of the people around him, and shouted loudly: "People are here, did you bring what I want?" ”

Huo Ning: Huh??? This person can speak Mandarin, huh?

The man on the other side didn't answer, just silently handed over the thing in his hand. After a cursory look at the documents to make sure there were no mistakes, the stout man motioned for release, only to find that the scene was a little out of control.

Huo Ning was not only not put back, but was also held hostage again in front of two groups of people.

Feeling the cold feeling against his temples, Huo Ning deeply felt that he should not refuse his father's previous idea of taking him to worship the Buddha.

Being kidnapped twice in a row within a week, or the same group of people, what kind of hellish fairy luck is this?

The young man who had a good attitude towards Huo Ning when he first met smiled slightly, and tilted his head to Ji Zhujun: "Hi, Mr. Ji, do you remember me?" ”

After being silent for a long time, Ji Zhujun still shook his head honestly.

He was almost fifty years old before he was reborn, and he only had Huo Ning in his head before and after he was reborn, how could he still remember those bulls, ghosts, snakes, and gods who had nothing to do with them.

It seemed that it was very unacceptable for Ji Zhujun to forget him, and the young man pressed against Huo Ning's temple a little harder, and his emotions were so unstable that Huo Ning felt that he would collapse on the spot.

Phew, crow's mouth.

"You don't even know me? Ha, too, after all, you are full of eyes full of only this Xiao Ke who jumped out of nowhere! What's so good about him? Why do you only like him? ”

Oh, Huo Ning understands, and it is an emotional problem that has made countless people autistic since ancient times.

Ji Zhujun was also puzzled, he still didn't remember who this person was. Someone standing behind him couldn't stand it anymore, secretly poked his waist, and prompted: "Young master, do you remember a child you saved in the night before, who was abducted and sold." ”

With his prompt, Ji Zhujun remembered, and then felt very incredible.

At the beginning, he just asked his people to do him a favor, how can this brother still remember it now? And tossed it on his sweetheart??

Facing Huo Ning's suspicious eyes, Ji Zhujun started a new round of headaches.

What does that look mean? Why did he see the meaning of "hiding from me to find Xiao San and letting Xiao San kidnap the main room, this kind of thing is really something you can do"?

What the??

For himself back then, Ji Zhujun just wanted to scold fiercely: stupid!