Su Li closed his eyes, desperately dropped his trembling fingertips, and the moment before his fingers touched the screen, a text message popped up, only a short sentence: I have been waiting for you for a long time.

His heart beat and he almost slipped to the ground.

The information on that end continues.

Su Li's head tightened, as if someone had choked his throat, a little out of breath, just like that night he was caught in chains, his breath was the man's alms, a chill swept through his body, he stiffened his fingers, and typed out a line of words with difficulty

As the minutes ticked by, there was no reply.

Su Li sat back on the sofa, leaning crookedly on a corner as if he had lost his strength, he thought, if that person didn't agree, it would actually be fine, he could think of other ways, there would definitely be a way, but he didn't believe it himself, if there was a way, how could he take this road and send himself to the devil's mouth.

He was thinking a lot, and when he was about to fall asleep with exhaustion, he flashed up, and the message was only one word: good.

Su Li looked at that word, and for a moment, fear surged in his heart, he hoped that if he didn't recognize it, would he be able to escape the coming reality?

The boy nestled in the couch and covered his cheeks.

In the sky of country A, a private plane flew by, and Bo Qing sat by the window, looking out the slightly dull floating clouds, and his cool eyes hid an imperceptible eagerness.

At 6:15 p.m., Fei landed steadily on the runway, and she didn't look good, but ran to a villa near Xiuheng Middle School.

At this moment, Bo Qing stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, dangling a glass of red wine, patiently waiting for the prey to come to the door.

It's been a long time, and you're finally here.

The big palm trembled with excitement and suppression.

At the door of the villa, the street lights are unusually bright, illuminating the snow clearly, the snow has stopped, the wind is still blowing, and the world is cold and silent.

As a black Bentley pressed over the snow, there was a long-lost sound in the villa.

Su Li was brought into the hall by two masked men, and then the two left, surrounded by bright lights, special floor-to-ceiling windows extended three sides, and a man sat in the sofa not far away, with a silver mask on his face, his legs folded, pinching a goblet, and casually putting it on the sofa, just looking at him quietly.

The man's eyes were extremely faint, devoid of any emotion, like the metallic sound he came out, calm without a trace of human warmth.

It is this kind of eye that always gives people an invisible coercion, pervasive, better than a cold night.

"Come here." The man spoke.

Su Li nervously grabbed the corner of his clothes and walked over slowly, the carpet under his feet was very comfortable, when he stepped on it, it was like walking in cotton, at this time, he actually began to think crankily, wanting to divert his attention through it.

Bo watched him get closer and closer, her heart beating faster and faster, and she took a sip of red wine, trying to suppress the madness.

She gestured to the paper on the coffee table: "Signed it." ”

Su Lishen picked it up and looked at it carefully, although he had no choice, he still wanted to spend some time.

This is a master-slave contract, and when he saw the number of years, his peach eyes instantly widened, and he refused: "No!" Ten years is too long! ”

His appearance of resistance fell completely under Bo Qing's eyes, she did not object immediately, but turned the red wine glass in the middle, and said calmly: "How long do you want it to be?" ”