Wan Jia poked Xia Yi on the side: "How's it going?" ”

"He agreed, but only if he wanted a fried chicken." Shay locked the screen and put the phone back.

"No problem, I'll buy it in a moment," Wan Jia smiled, "Thank you, Xia Yi." ”

"It's fine." Xia Yi smiled too.

It's just a matter of effort.

In fact, it was not that Xia Yi wanted to play a game with Wang Song, but by chance, once Wan Jia saw that she had Wang Song's WeChat, and became excited, and asked herself a lot about Wang Song.

Later, Xia Yi slowly discovered that something was wrong, and Wan Jia gradually recruited truthfully, twisting and saying that she and Wang Song had actually been next-door neighbors since childhood.

It's just that only Wan Jia knows that there is a very sunny and cheerful little brother next door, but Wang Song doesn't know that there is a very cute little sister next door.

After Xia Yi understood, of course, she decided to help Wan Jia, a little cutie, so many times Xia Yi's purpose for finding Wang Song was basically related to Wan Jia, not Ye Xunzhi.

After all, in his place, any information about Ye Xun is protected foolproof, and Xia Yi really admires him.

In the afternoon, Xia Yi packed her schoolbag and prepared to go to the back mountain to write homework and learn math, of course...... By the way, let's fall in love again.

Well, Chailly admits, the main thing is...... Fall in love......

Only this time it didn't go as smoothly as before.

When passing by the door of the warehouse in the corner of the first floor, Xia Yi felt a sudden force pull himself in, Xia Yi staggered a few steps, and was dragged by someone's arm or pulled or pushed himself into the warehouse of sanitary tools.

Bang –

It was the sound of the door closing.

Click-

The door was locked.

Xia Yi lost his balance and fell heavily on the damp floor with an unpleasant stench, and his stomach turned over in an instant, and Xia Yi endured it so that he didn't vomit all his breakfast and lunch.

The bag was thrown out by inertia and landed at Chailly's feet.

Xia Yi raised his head, the light in the tool room was very bright, I don't know if someone had just repaired it, it was a little dazzling, and Xia Yi's eyes were faintly painful.

From the bottom up, Xia Yi saw a pair of big red high heels, black stockings with lace edges, and further up, a valuable and bewitching red dress, with a slightly bent calf inward, not very good-looking.

Looking up again, Xia Yi realized that he had just overestimated this person's taste, with long green hair scattered on the outside, slightly swollen, and uneven bangs scattered on his forehead at random, it was simply a non-mainstream style in the 80s, not to mention that in real life, even on TV, Xia Yi rarely saw such a thunderous match and style.

Coupled with her heavy makeup face, thick smoky makeup and bright red lipstick, she looks very scary, and the night girls are not as scary as her.

I have to say that if you look at it from a distance, she is simply a standard human traffic light, I don't know what she thinks when she dyes her hair and buys clothes.

Xia Yi tried to stand up on the ground, but as soon as her knees rose to the ground, she felt something hit her leg hard, and she was beaten to her knees again, and it seemed that there was someone behind her.

There was not even more than one person, for she felt herself being kicked to her knees and her back being hit hard by something like a wooden stick.

Xia Yi couldn't help but snort and gritted his teeth so that he didn't roar.

For a while, Xia Yi may not be able to stand up.

But the group still didn't give up, and after hearing Xia Yi's muffled snort that was not too loud and not beaten, but still very clear, a man as thin as a chicken ran over, pulled her hair back and pulled her back, and Xia Yi was forced to raise her head.

At this time, Xia Yi saw the current situation more clearly, and the traffic light of the heavy makeup looked at him with a sneer on the corner of his mouth.

Centered on the woman who manages himself and is surrounded by a woman, there are a lot of men who look bad to mess with, wearing inferior leather shoes or casual shoes, most of them are loose and loose, and the people who come are not good.

There are some cleaning tools, mops, brooms, dustpans, etc., some of which have not been used for a long time, and some of them have grown mold in this damp, confined space, and emit a strong foul smell.

It's just that before Xia Yi had time to endure the pain, he carefully observed the current situation.

The thin, flower-shirted man covered his mouth with something resembling a rag and wrapped it around her mouth with duct tape.

In an instant, the smell of a dirtier and stench than the ground came, and Xia Yi not only had a tumultuous stomach and wanted to vomit in disgust, but every breath in his nose was even more unbearable.

At the same time, the person behind him grabbed his wrist and tied it with hemp rope.

Xia Yi struggled helplessly, but due to the huge disparity in strength between the two sides, Xia Yi's board movement was just a small twist.

She whined and screamed, shaking her head vigorously to resist the aggression of the other party, but it was useless.

Flower shirts seem to be very comfortable with blocking other people's mouths, as if they have been specially practiced.

"Ahh

A shattered scream leaked out of it.

The flower shirt immediately pressed Xia Yi's moans tightly, speeding up the speed of wrapping the tape.

The person behind was even more cruel and kicked her ribs again, and the strong tearing sensation made Xia Yi feel that this rib was mostly broken.

Physiological tears slipped down his eyes and dripped from the tip of his nose to the ground, mixing with the sewage on the ground.

The muffled grunt of pain was blocked in the foul-smelling rag, and no one could hear how painful Xia Yi was at this time.

Xia Yi glared fiercely at the man in front of him and continued to struggle, but in vain.

It's just that after being intimidated by Xia Yi's terrifying eyes, the flower shirt couldn't help but tremble and was taken aback, and that kind of look made people feel eerie like a demon possessed.

After all, even if it is a man, the first reaction after the series of beatings just now should be to cry breathlessly and beg them to stop, instead of staring at him with a terrifying gaze like Xia Yi.

However, when she was struggling and powerless, Hua Shirt dared to pat Xia Yi's cheek as if she was provocative.

"Get out!" This sentence was swallowed in a filthy rag.

However, the flower shirt was still stared back and did not do anything again.