Di Jiaying, who was tied to the chair, struggled up, with a pair of beautiful eyes, and a "whine" sound came from her mouth, which came through the cloth ball that blocked her mouth.

"Hey, you dare to stare at me!" When the man saw Di Jiaying's appearance, he made a look of surprise again, turned around and walked in her direction.

"Hey!" Nie Peng endured the sharp pain in his abdomen and shouted. Suddenly, the whole factory said "Hey! "Hey!" "Hey!" echoes.

The man turned his head in surprise and looked at him, with a room of eyes focused on him.

"It's a man, come at me!" Nie Peng looked at the man who walked over indignantly and said.

The man looked at him, then at Di Jiaying, and the back molars that were chewing something stopped for a while, and then stirred again.

"It's still so reckless, tsk." The man walked over and squatted in front of Nie Peng.

"Meet me, my name is Xing Qiang." With that, he stretched out his hand to wipe away the ash that Nie Peng had stuck to his face, and by the faint light, Nie Peng saw the huge ring on his tail finger.

"I've checked you, college student, deputy general manager, Brazilian barbecue, it's awesome" said and stood up, rubbing his cheeks that were a little sore, "I took a broken project, I went on a business trip, I don't know what my surname is, right?" ”

After that, it was another kick, this time, because of Nie Peng's curled up knee, it didn't fall on his stomach, but kicked on the outside of his thigh, looking at his symbolic shrinking leg, Xing Qiang didn't care, and continued:

"Everyone, they are all in business, what do you pay attention to in business? Face! Yesterday, you lost my face in front of so many people, you say, how can we solve it? After speaking, he looked at Nie Peng, as if he was waiting for him to speak.

Say? Say your sister! Nie Peng thought to himself, whoever is doing business with you, if it weren't for Di Jiaying in your hands now, Lao Tzu would take you to the moon and see who kills who at that time. While thinking, he looked in the direction of Di Jiaying, wondering how the distance of more than twenty meters could be shortened. Carelessly planted in the hands of this group of people, who knows if there will be a danger to life.

"Hey, what about you, what are you looking at her? She can answer for you," Xing Qiang pushed Nie Peng on tiptoe, pretending to ask.

Saying you're a hammer, you're a neurotic, and the more you talk, the harder you get stronger. But it's not a matter just to do it like this, you have to think of a way, so you opened your mouth: "Xing Qiang, let Jiaying go, it's me who lost your face, what is it if you tie her up?" ”

"Hey, this charter isn't quite right, I just said that you didn't give me face, and you let me let her go, if I let go, wouldn't it be even more shameless? Otherwise, Xing Qiang pointed at Di Jiaying and said to Nie Peng, "You crawl over by yourself and let her go, okay?" ”

Hearing this, Nie Peng raised his head and looked at Xing Qiang, the tyranny hidden behind the smiling face couldn't be concealed, okay, you let me crawl over, if I pass, don't regret it.

"Good!" Nie Peng said.

Then he landed on the ground with his legs, rubbed forward reluctantly, looked in the direction of Di Jiaying with his eyes, and vaguely saw that her eyes were shining, as if she was crying.

Xing Qiang laughed, and then everyone in the workshop laughed, which was particularly harsh.

Okay, you laugh and see if you can have the last laugh. Nie Peng thought as he climbed. Suddenly, I saw Di Jiaying sitting on the chair shaking her head frantically, and then realized something, and suddenly tensed the muscles on her body.

"Woo-bang" A piercing pain spread down the nerves to his whole body, and he pumped together in pain.

As the stick with the sound of the wind was whipped on Nie Peng's leg, the laughter in the room stopped in an instant, leaving only the sound of Nie Peng lying on the ground and pumping cold air.

"If you want to climb, you will climb, so give me face!" Xing Qiang walked in front of Nie Peng with a stick, "But I haven't finished talking yet, climb a meter, a stick!" His voice was subdued, as if he was reciting.

Okay, Xing Qiang, you remember what you said, Lao Tzu carried this distance of more than ten meters, and let you taste it when the time comes. Nie Peng stared at Xing Qiang fiercely, made up his mind in his heart, just gritted his teeth and continued to crawl forward without saying a word.

While crawling here, the person who was beaten was silent, but Jiaying, who was tied to the chair, watched Nie Peng being beaten all at once, but it seemed to be hitting herself all at once, struggling more and more, shouting "woo woo" in her mouth, the chair jumped on the ground with her struggle, and the chair legs banged desperately.

Finally, the chair fell to the ground, and Jiaying fell to the ground together, when she kept her posture and raised her head, her eyes were wide open, and tears had flowed down, and she didn't know if it was because of the pain of the fall, or because of Nie Peng's heartache.

Hearing the sound of Di Jiaying falling to the ground, Xing Qiang finally stopped, and looked at Nie Peng's eyes full of surprise: "I didn't expect you to really be able to bear it...... Obviously it has nothing to do with her, so why bother? ”

After he finished speaking, he looked back at Di Jiaying underground: "However, what does this girlfriend of yours want to say?" Help her loosen her mouth and listen to what she has to say. ”

The subordinates on the side took out the cloth ball in Di Jiaying's mouth, only to hear her say: "Xing Qiang, you let him go, this is our business, and it has nothing to do with him." There was a clear cry in the words.

"Released?" Xing Qiang raised his eyebrows: "He asked me to let you go, you let me let him go?" So where do I put my face? ”

As he spoke, he turned around and hit Nie Peng again.

"Xing Qiang, you bastard......" Jiaying tilted her head sideways and roared.

"You're not a man, you're a ......"

This scolding gradually turned into crying and begging for mercy......

"Don't hit ......"

"Please, don't fight......"

"Ahh

Seeing that Di Jiaying's usually stubborn face was covered with tears, crying hoarsely, Nie Peng sighed in his heart. After calculating the distance between them, he used a little strength, squinted his eyes, and jumped forward again.

At this moment, the torture has been going on for more than an hour, Di Jiaying's throat is already hoarse from crying, she is lying on the ground with the chair on her back, sobbing weakly, and her eyes are already red and swollen from crying.

"Woo-bang" The stick fell on Nie Peng's back, and even affected his arm, and the sweat that flowed from the pain was now mixed with dust and sticky all over his face, just like a beggar's dress.

The 16th stick, counting the number of sticks that fell on his body in his heart, saw that he had climbed to the projection of the window, and looked at the sun hanging in the sky through the window, and his eyes that were originally squinted were only a gap at this time. One more step forward and it was enough for her.

But just now, the stick was pumped to the back, and I couldn't use my strength.

You can do it, Nie Peng, what you can do, you have to go. Can't stop!

looked at the knife in the hands of the thugs standing next to Jiaying;

looked at Xing Qiang, who walked to his side and held a stick against the sun;

Looking at Jiaying's makeup, which had been crying, Nie Peng's lips that had been tense suddenly curled, and just when Xing Qiang thought he was going to give up, that kick had already gone out.

The stick fell from the wind and faced Nie Peng's head, this moment was extremely long in Di Jiaying's eyes, she didn't understand why Nie Peng suddenly laughed and seemed so relaxed; I don't understand why the stick in Xing Qiang's hand is swinging towards Nie Peng's head, and what I don't understand is why I have a heart-rending pain, as if I have found the most precious thing, but I am about to lose it in an instant.

Bang!!!!

Bang Dang~!!

The stick that swung straight down hit the ground in the eyes of everyone, bounced up and flew into the air, and the person holding the stick was standing upright in the sun a moment ago, but now there was no shadow.

Along with them, there was a figure crawling on the ground for nearly twenty meters, and in their eyes, the initial disdain turned into a figure with a little admiration.

and the beautiful woman who was tied to a chair and fell to the ground.

The only thing that could confirm what had happened was the piece of rope that had been left on the ground, the rope that had bound the man's hands, and the strap on the chair that had fallen off because of the sudden removal of the target.

And the stick that flew into the horn of the unknown.

The air flow swirled, the dust flew, and the whole factory was full of needle drops.