Although the voice was very gentle, the tone was a little different from before, and even the complexion had become very solemn compared to before answering the phone, and Lin Qingwan knew that something was probably wrong.

So, she said: "Ah Cheng, if you have something to do, go and get busy first, I won't go with you, I'll stay here." ”

If it was really something important, she would follow him, wouldn't it be to drag him back.

Lu Fancheng was not reluctant, and said, "Okay, Song Ziying is outside the villa now, and he will come in later." ”

"I see, you go get busy." Lin Qingwan stood on tiptoe and dropped a kiss on his lips.

Lu Fancheng reached out and grabbed her waist, his big palm tightened, while the other hand wrapped the back of her head, turning passive to active, kissing her deeply.

Lin Tianya saw such a scene through the gap in her dress, and her heart hurt again, she bit her lower lip tightly, desperately suppressing her surging emotions.

Her nose and eye sockets were sore and swollen, but she held back her tears.

The brain is buzzing, and the consciousness only receives such a message:

They are very affectionate!

Lu Fancheng quickly let go of Lin Qingwan.

"I'll call you when I'm done."

"Okay, there you go. Be careful on the road. ”

Lu Fancheng nodded, turned around, and strode out.

Lin Qingwan was a little puzzled, what was it that could make the man who had always been calm and steady feel a little nervous and uneasy.

Soon, she stopped thinking about it, she believed that if Lu Fancheng wanted to say it, he would naturally tell her after he had dealt with everything.

——

It is said that not long after Song Ziying and Lin Qingwan entered the Lin family's villa in Lufan City, he rushed over.

It was Lufan who asked him to send him a document.

But when he arrived, the city of Lufan told him to wait.

So, he parked his car on the side of the road.

As soon as he got out of the car, he saw a woman standing a few meters in front of him, dressed in casual clothes, white shirt, light blue jeans, small white shoes, plus she tied her hair back in a high ponytail, plain face to the sky, the whole person looked like a student who had just come out of the university campus, pure and beautiful.

As soon as she saw this woman, Song Ziying felt bad.

This woman really refreshed some of his cognition.

He lifted his feet, and his tall body gradually approached in the direction of the woman.

The meaning in his dark eyes was unclear, and his handsome face was so heavy that he was almost dripping ink.

When the woman saw him walking towards her, her little heart fluttered, her hands were tightly twisted together, and her big eyes hooked Song Ziying, automatically ignoring the look on his face.

Finally, Song Ziying stood still in front of her.

"Chen Shuiyan, why are you dressed like this?" As soon as the words came out, Song Ziying was stunned, what does this woman have to do with what she wears?

As a result, his voice became even colder: "Do you think you are an eighteen-year-old girl?" ”

Every time they met in the past, this woman was draped in long wavy hair, with delicate makeup on her face, and naturally she was dressed in a very fashionable outfit, and she would become the object of attention of others wherever she went. After all, who doesn't like to look at a beautiful woman?

But today she was dressed like this, and she didn't know which tendon was pumped.

Chen Shuiyan was stunned for a moment: "You don't like it?" ”

Song Ziying sneered: "I won't like what you dress." ”

He has a headache, it's been almost a year, this woman is really stubborn, he doesn't know how many times he has said it, he doesn't like her!

Although he was always disturbed by her, he never did anything to cut her thigh with a knife.

Chen Shuiyan lowered his head with a devastated expression on his face: "I thought you liked it." ”

Her cousin gave her the idea to dress up more innocently, maybe Song Ziying was moved.

But she forgot that if a man doesn't like you, no matter what clothes you wear, no matter how beautiful you dress, it won't help.

My cousin has a headache but admires her persistence, for so long, she is really patient with Song Ziying, as the saying goes, women chase men, and the sand is separated, but Chen Shuiyan chases Song Ziying, but she is separated by 108,000 mountains, and she can't break through it.

My cousin also persuaded her countless times and wanted her to give up, but Chen Shuiyan said: "This is challenging!" ”

The cousin simply gave her an idea, if she really loves Song Ziying so much, if he has to do it in this life, it is better to climb directly into his bed, so that he can be held accountable openly. With Song Ziying's temperament, if something really happens, he will definitely be responsible for her.

So, Chen Shuiyan was brainwashed by her cousin again and again, but in the end, reason still defeated her, if you rely on that kind of means to get his person, it's quite boring......

Chen Shuiyan was in deep thought, one side of her face was in pain, she exhaled in pain, raised her eyes, only to find that it was Song Ziying who pinched herself, she looked at him in a daze, and didn't understand why he did this.

"What do you do?" She asked blankly.

Song Ziying replied expressionlessly: "I don't do anything, I just want to see whose skin is thicker than this wall." ”

He raised his hand and pointed to a nearby wall, his voice cold and inaudible.

Chen Shuiyan was stunned: "You mean, I'm thick-skinned?" ”

Song Ziying glanced at her coldly, turned around, returned to the car, and closed the door with his hand.

Chen Shuiyan stood in place at a loss, with a hurt look on his face.

Song Ziying looked away and didn't look at her, but when he turned his head again, where was Chen Shuiyan in front of him?

When he was in a trance, there was a knock on the door of the bar outside the car window, and Song Ziying looked sideways and found that it was Chen Shuiyan.

He frowned, but rolled down the window anyway and asked coldly, "Is there anything else?" ”

Chen Shuiyan bent over: "Song Ziying, I know why you don't like me anymore, and I also know why you don't accept me all the time." ”

Song Ziying showed a hint of interest in her question: "Oh? So tell me, why? ”

Chen Shuiyan paused for a moment, and then said: "Since I have known you for so long, there have never been other women around you except Lin Qingwan, of course, I don't mean that you like Lin Qingwan, you just served Lu Fancheng's orders, in fact, you don't like women at all, right?" I only came up with it recently, and I think that's the reason. ”

Song Ziying was stunned: "You mean, what I like is a man?" ”

"Isn't it?" Chen Shuiyan sighed, "Isn't it?" ”

Song Ziying just looked at her and didn't answer her question.

But his silence, Chen Shuiyan seems, is acquiescing.

She let out a long sigh and said, "What a pity. It turned out to be true. Sorry for the interruption for so long, sorry. I promise, I will never pester you again. I wish you and your significant other happiness and happiness. Good bye. ”

After she finished speaking, she didn't wait for Song Ziying to speak, and ran away directly.

It took Song Ziying a long time to react, this woman, which eye did she see that he didn't like a woman?

She said she wouldn't bother him again in the future, and hoped she would do what she said!

At this moment, Lu Fancheng came out of the villa, and Song Ziying hurriedly got out of the car and walked in front of him: "Young master." ”

"I have something to go out, Wan'er is still inside, protect her."

"Yes, young master."

Lu Fancheng got into the black low-key luxury car parked on the side of the road, and the car quickly flew out.

Song Ziying locked the car door, walked into the villa, and closed the door with his hand.

——

Lu Fan Cheng drove all the way in a certain direction.

The two big hands on the steering wheel were clenched tightly, and the joints were white because of the force.

He pursed his lips, his face devoid of the stillness of his past.

The call was from Song Yelei, who said that Yang Sicheng had something to say to him.

He vaguely guessed what Yang Sicheng was going to say, stepped on the accelerator with his right foot slightly, and the car accelerated on the deserted street.

Twenty minutes later, he arrived at the house where Yang Sicheng was kept.

He pushed the door open, and a faint smell of blood wafted into his nose, but he didn't have too much expression on his face, and strode in.

Yang Sicheng was still chained hands and feet, his clothes were torn and dirty, his face was almost unrecognizable, his small eyes were full of dull expressions, and when he saw Lu Fancheng, his eyes flashed, and there was nervousness and fear inside.

"Young Master." Song Yelei greeted him.

Lu Fancheng nodded at him, pulled over a chair, and sat down in front of Yang Sicheng.

"Say it." He coldly spit out two words, and his sharp eyes fell on Yang Sicheng's body, like two sharp daggers slashing through his skin.

Yang Sicheng's body shook uncontrollably.

These days, he has been tortured, and at the same time, he has also seen the cold-bloodedness and ruthlessness of Lu Fan City, and when he sees him again at this moment, a sense of panic suddenly swells up in his heart.

He was afraid of what Luvan would do to him again.

He was really scared, if he continued like this, he would be tortured to death.

The physical and mental torture, he couldn't hold it anymore.

The slender needle pierced his body again and again, and it would not bleed or be fatal, but the pain made life worse than death.

Or, lock him in a dark basement so that he can't see a ray of light, but put hundreds of rats in that small basement, and the hungry rats are scurrying around, gnawing at his skin, and his heart hurts.

Or put him a hundred non-venomous snakes, and those slippery snakes slid over his body, wriggled on his body, and challenged his nerves again and again.

He wanted to die a hundred, but he couldn't survive, he couldn't.

……

He's really fed up.

He just wanted to finish himself off.

"I have one condition." He looked up at the grim-looking man in front of him.

Lu Fancheng smiled coldly: "Say." ”

"If I say it, you'll either kill me or let me go."