Jiangning, rainy night, warehouse 102 Wutong Road.

It's a dark and damp warehouse that only stores scrap items, and although no one usually comes over, there is a protective door.

And at this moment, there was a faint dull sound of a blunt object hitting an object inside—

"Ya, you are so bold that you dare to hide from Boss Jing and dare to do private work?! I don't want to live. ”

A bearded man with a scar on his face snuffed out the cigarette butt, squatted down and pressed his head, and asked directly: "Where did the money come from?" ”

His name is Lin Hui, and since Jing Miaocun returned to Jiangning, he has been following him around, and he can be said to be the most powerful person around Jing Miaocun. At the beginning of the Chinese basis, he has been doing land for several years, and his body is slightly fat.

"Bank loans." The man had a bruised nose and swollen eyes, a slightly trembling voice, and folded his hands on his chest.

Lin Hui waved his hand, and the two men put the stick aside, took out a folding knife from their pocket and handed it to him.

He scraped his lower lip with his teeth, smiled slightly, and flicked the knife away with one hand, placing it on the man's ear.

The man was so frightened that he screamed several times in succession, like a chicken holding his neck. A sudden stream of fluid came out of the lower body, from the crotch to the leg of the pants......

He almost cried and begged for mercy, "Brother Hui, Brother Hui, I said I said, borrow it!" ”

"Borrowing from whom?"

"Boss Huang."

……

Then, Lin Hui put away the knife, walked out with his pocket, and got into an ordinary van.

Jing Miao sat in the car, he was wearing a black and gray jacket, his cap was pressed very low, and the whole person was hidden in the dark, holding a monitor.

Until Lin Hui came up to him and said, "Boss, did it?" He lifted his chin and showed gloomy almond eyes under his messy hair.

"Keep it for now." The voice was low and hoarse.

After Lin Hui left, he got out of the van, took off his coat, threw it on the car and turned around and got into another business car.

*

Forty minutes later, inside a private villa on the outskirts of Jiangning.

Jing Miaocun just wanted to pick up the apple on the table, but he didn't expect the tea brought by the maid to touch his elbow.

The tea was spilled on the floor, and the cup was broken.

Jing Miaocun said in a deep voice: "Get out." ”

The maid trembled, and didn't know what to do for a while, and it wasn't standing still or walking.

It happened that this scene was seen by Jiang Yirao, who was going down the stairs, and her hand holding the railing was slightly clenched into a fist, but it quickly returned to normal and walked down without changing her face.

She patted the maid on the shoulder: "You go back first, go back and rest for a few days." The voice was gentle, and after watching the maid leave the door, she quickly put away her smile, passed directly over Jing Miaocun, and walked silently to the restaurant.

"What are you playing?" Jing Miaocun sat down with one hand on her knees, her eyes moving with her, watching her bring out a kettle from the restaurant and put it in front of her.

The corners of Jiang Yirao's mouth hooked slightly: "The drama of the revival of old love." ”

"You can't lie, do you have affection for me." Jing Miaocun snorted coldly and took a sip of Longjing tea.

"How's the leg?" She stopped and glanced down at his legs.

His eyelashes fluttered, and his voice weakened: "It hurts when it rains." ”

Jiang Yirao walked up to him with a hot water bottle, rolled up the hem of his skirt, squatted down, pulled up his trouser legs, and gently applied them to the lump.

This action made Jing Miaocun's whole body quickly tense, his eyelids raised, his pupils contracted suddenly, and he stared straight at her face.

She stood up with a cold face, went upstairs directly, and threw him a word that was not salty or light: "Then go out less in the future." ”

Jing Miaocun scraped the back socket with his tongue, took off his suit jacket disdainfully, threw it on the sofa, and went to take a bath.

As soon as he went in for half a minute, Jiang Yirao walked down barefoot from upstairs, glanced at the figure in the bathroom by the way, and confirmed that the shower was on. She went to look through the top that she had stored on the sofa and took out a voice recorder from her inner pocket—

"Where did the money come from?"

"Boss, did you?"

"Keep it for now."

"Boss Huang ......"

"He'll find it." It's the voice of Jing Xiaocun.

As she continued listening, the "click" bathroom door was gently pushed open, and she quickly put it away, turning around and hiding behind the sofa.

Fortunately, Jing Miaocun didn't come over to get his shirt, just washed something and went in again.

Jiang Yirao breathed a sigh of relief, returned to his room, and leaned sideways on the bed.

Within a few minutes, Jing Micun came in and turned on the lights.

He said in a hoarse voice, "Don't turn off the lights!" “

"I'm curious, why did you choose me. Ten years ago, you saw that even if I was beaten with a leg, I would have to leave the Jing family, but at that time, Sister Ruan didn't have any affection for me. ”

She turned, got out of bed, and stood in front of him. He was wrapped in a gray bathrobe, probably from a fresh shower, and his hair was still dripping with water.

She walked to the door of the room, with an indifferent face, and faintly spit out two words from her mouth: "Get out." ”

Jing Miaocun pressed forward step by step, with strange eyes: "I was thinking, my sister Ruan would not leave me, I said at the beginning, she would take me away and escape from that devil's place." But she didn't, I waited day and night, and I didn't dare to close my eyes at night, because when I closed my eyes, I was thinking of those people carrying sticks...... Hit me, the basement was so cold, I was locked up for five, five years! ”

Jiang Yirao didn't dare to look at her eyes, she would always think of him lying on the ground that day, those eyes of despair with tears in his eyes-

"Ruan, run!"

She couldn't move a single step, and gradually crouched down with her chest clutched, she didn't want to listen to the screams from upstairs.

She still ran back that day, and when she appeared on the second floor, Jing Miaocun was already lying on the ground, her face was bloody, and her left leg was blurred with blood.

"Don't fight, don't fight, I beg you. I beg you......" she knelt down at the man.

"Let's go, Miss Ruan has returned, and the matter is over." The two men took the sticks and left the room.

*

"Don't say it, don't say it!" Jiang Yirao covered her ears and squatted down, her spirit almost collapsed, she had been hiding her guilt well all these years, and she didn't want to collapse at this time, she shouted: "Please don't say it again!" ”

Jing Xucun suddenly strode up and grabbed her arm.