In the winter of Qingcheng, it always snows one after another, and the temperature drops again and again, which makes people afraid and shrink.

When Jiang Yan looked out the window, he only saw a white patch, and the roads, trees, and eaves were all covered with a thick layer.

She nonchalantly bit the cigarette butt in her mouth.

Listening to the housekeeper, Jiang Que tied up someone and came back. This person's temper was so hard, no matter how Jiang Que tossed him, he didn't hear him say a word.

In the whole Qingcheng, who doesn't know that Jiang Que is a madman, and those who dare to waste money with Jiang Que are stupid and forced.

Jiang Yan thought as he walked towards the dungeon.

The road to the dungeon was wet and damp, and as soon as you entered, there was a musty smell that could no longer be smoked.

Jiang Yan was a person who was used to this kind of taste, and buried his head in it.

She hadn't taken a few steps before she heard the sound of the whip swinging on the person, a sound that was piercing and palpitating.

Jiang Yan didn't think about it, probably the skin was open.

If you dare to provoke Jiang Que, you deserve it.

She got closer and closer, and soon saw the person with his hands cuffed inside, his body was not too strong, and he was obviously not very old.

At this moment, his white and tender skin was crisscrossed with scars, but his back was surprisingly straight.

This posture scratched her heart fiercely, a little itchy, and touched her heart one by one.

Quite self-esteem.

He lowered his head, and Jiang Yan couldn't see his face.

She smiled meaninglessly and whistled.

The one with his head bowed raised his head instantly.

The eyes are facing each other.

The first thing Jiang Yan saw was his deep and plain eyes, where there was anger, shame, and unwillingness, but there was no fear at all.

Then she noticed what he looked like.

The facial features are exquisite, and they are surprisingly good-looking.

It's him.

Jiang Yan's smile became more and more obvious, and he bit the butt of the cigarette casually.

Cigarette ash fell to the ground.

When the young man saw this, his eyes suddenly chilled.

When Jiang Que saw her coming, he said impatiently: "Ah Yan, come here, give me a hard whip." He handed the whip to Jiang Yan's hand.

Jiang Yan didn't relent, he whipped up and down, and added another injury to him.

The young man snorted, staring at Jiang Yan coldly, eager to break her body into pieces.

"Little beast, look at what!" Jiang Que snatched the whip and went down with another whip.

Jiang Yan looked at it coldly and did not stop it.

When Jiang Que beat him to the point where he was almost out of breath, Jiang Yan stepped forward silently.

Her hand pressed hard against his bleeding wound, but her tone that did not match her movements was extremely gentle: "If you continue to fight, you won't be able to hold it." ”

The boy's teeth were about to break, and he didn't hum half a word.

The word "backbone" was vividly displayed by him.

Jiang Yan's hand kept going down, his face was delicate, and his figure was sultry.

Good face, good life.

It's not very old, but it's a person with that ability.

"Did you hear that?" Her voice was soft and sassy, "My name is Jiang Yan, the Jiang of the Yangtze River, silent speech." ”

Jiang Yan asked, "What's your name?" ”

She pretended not to know him.

He didn't speak, fine sweat broke out on his forehead, and his thick hair was wet.

Jiang Yan stretched out his hand to wipe it off for him, and asked again, "What's your name?" ”

"Ah Yan, what nonsense do you talk to him, Lao Tzu won't believe it, I can't clean him up today!" Jiang Que said fiercely behind him.

Jiang Yan smiled lightly, still talking to the young man: "Look, he will kill you, but I won't, I just want to save you." ”

Her hand, which was still there, pressed lightly, and she managed to hear the boy's breathing begin to become unsteady.

"But if I save you, you have to do your best." Jiang Yan leaned into his ear and gently spit out two words.

"Sleep, me." She said.

Jiang Yan is good-looking, at the age of twenty-two, he already has a delicate appearance that has been precipitated over the years, with a smile and a smile, and all kinds of charms.

The young man in front of him had a layer of frost in his eyes, colder than the sky outside, I don't know if it was because he hadn't spoken for too long, and his voice was hoarse and low.

"Get out."

Indifference is on display.