Ye Xinrong's hand to put away the dishes paused, and a pair of gloomy eyes looked at Song Zixuan, "Aren't you?"

"Yes, I'm not the man you have in mind. Song Zixuan nodded seriously.

"Then will you help me find Brother Zixuan?" Ye Xinhui's eyes were full of hope.

"Yes, but you'll have to let me go before I can help you find the man you want. Song Zixuan's heart lifted slightly, with a bit of expectation in his eyes.

However......

"No, you can't let go of Brother Zixuan, let go of Brother Zixuan, Brother Zixuan will leave Xiaoling, you can't let go of Brother Zixuan, you can't let go, you can't let go!"

As the words fell, Ye Xinyao's eyes flashed with fierceness, "Brother Zixuan, you can stay here in peace, I believe that one day, you will be willing to stay with me." ”

After speaking, Ye Xinrong took the dishes packed up and left the dimly lit basement.

Song Zixuan, "......" why? Why is it such a result! He is going crazy!

In fact, the conversation just now has happened three or four times in the past two days, but Song Zixuan always does not give up, and as a result, without exception, he was hit again.

Just as he wondered if he should shout for help, the basement door was opened again.

Song Zixuan thought that Ye Xinrong had gone and returned, and her heart was reflexively tight.

Soon, though, he knew he was wrong.

"Son, son!"

As soon as Fang Yueqiu opened the door of the basement, she saw her son sitting on the ground with his hands tied behind his back, slightly embarrassed, and couldn't help crying with joy.

"How are you, son? Are you okay? Are you hurt, are you feeling unwell?"

Fang Yueqiu quickly rushed down the stairs, and asked worriedly while untying her son.

Although Song Zhuohai didn't speak, he also had a worried look on his face, and his eyes quickly circled around his son.

"Mom, Dad?"

Looking at his parents who suddenly appeared like savior heroes, Song Zixuan was a little skeptical that he was hallucinating.

After all, he had a dream of someone coming to save him last night.

"Son, what's wrong with you, son? Why are you stupid? Husband, our son shouldn't be stupid, right?"

After Fang Yueqiu helped her son loosen the tie, seeing his stunned expression, she couldn't help but be even more worried.

Seeing his son like this, Song Zhuohai couldn't help but worry, and just wanted to reach out to check his son's head, he heard his son suddenly shout.

"Mom and Dad, it's really you, great, I thought I was dreaming again!"

Song Zixuan hugged his mother, almost crying without grievance.

But when I thought of him crying as a big man, I was so faceless, so I couldn't help it.

"Okay, okay, it's okay, it's okay, our son is okay. Fang Yueqiu hugged her son with a distressed face, and her tears couldn't help but fall.

"Let's go up, Master Lu is still waiting for us up there. ”

After the mother and son hugged for a while, although Song Zhuohai was a little unbearable, he still reminded him.

After he reminded him like this, Fang Yueqiu suddenly remembered this, "Yes, yes, Master Lu is still waiting, son, let's go up quickly, we can't let Master Lu wait for a long time." ”

Song Zixuan was helped up, and walked up the stairs with some slow movements, "Master Lu, Lu Zijia also came to save me?"