Long sleepless nights.

In the dimly lit basement, the smell of damp and musty permeated every corner, and when the door was opened, a disgusting smell of blood filled the nostrils.

The man on the ground with his hands held was dying, a shocking sea of blood flowing from the red liquid under his body, his eyes were covered by a black cloth, and he only exhaled with a long mouth, scarred.

The footsteps were faint, unhurried, and a pair of expensive black leather shoes stopped in front of the man, and the soles of the shoes were covered with muddy liquid.

Shen Du, who was still unconscious, was awakened, he couldn't see who it was, his face was tense, his fingers were silently clasped on the wooden floor, trying to squirm to a safe place.

The man standing against the light stared at him coldly, like an ant crawling on the ground.

He wore a black shirt tucked into black trousers, and his waist was so well outlined that the longer the line of his legs became, the darkness nourished him and boundless.

"Which one is she?" The man's voice is light, and he can't hear a little serious, a little careless.

The voice echoed in his ears, Shen Du didn't know who it was, after coming out of the police station, he was attacked by someone, and the gang was blindfolded on him.

It's been two whole days!

This man was the first to speak to him, and he knew that this matter was related to Director Rong.

A biting chill climbed on his back, and he said in a trembling voice: "I... I didn't touch ......."

"Rub."

The mysterious man lit a cigarette and slowly exhaled the mist with his white fingers between his fingers.

The eyebrows and eyes were stained with frost, which was a precursor to danger.

stepped on the broken hand with one foot,

"Ah——!!!h The screams of the men in the dark basement were horrific and chilling down the spine.

The bodyguards waiting at the door kept watch without changing their faces, and it was obvious that this situation was common.

A red Cayenne raced into the front yard and went on a rampage, and the servants were accustomed to avoiding it as much as they could.

A sharp drift, the contact of the tires with the ground sparks, pulling out long scorch marks.

The boy who got out of the car was the same as his car, dyed red, with a delicate and beautiful face, and a wild smile on his lips.

The car door was coolly closed by him, flicking the car keys, and when he came to the front hall, he saw twice as many bodyguards standing in the doorway, and his smile stopped abruptly.

, the madman is back.

Hurriedly took off the leather jacket of the bag, fortunately he was wearing a normal short-sleeved shirt, grabbed his hair, and the shape he had just done was ruined.

Where is there anything unwilling in my heart, I just hope that the madman can let him go, thank God.

The living room was brightly lit, and when Chi Ke entered, there were more than a dozen people in the house, and no one spoke.

On the high-class noble seat, sitting Chi Yan, reading a book, with a noble posture, a cold and arrogant body, as bright as the nine heavens and the moon.

The skin is good, and the bone is better.

The Chi family has four sons, and he is the youngest of the four young people, but he was the heir of Master Chi back then, so the entire Chi family is decided by him today.

Chi Ke's mother, Cheng Shangyun, rolled her eyes at him, if she didn't come back sooner or later, she came back when she was there, and she was properly scolding.

Waiting to see more excitement, Chi Ran, who has the same father and mother, crossed his arms, and the ridicule in his eyes was about to be hidden.

Chi Ke touched the tip of his nose, admitting that he was unlucky, and walked over with both hands pinching the corners of his clothes.

"Little uncle."

Flipping a page, Chi Yan didn't raise his eyes, and his voice couldn't distinguish between joy and anger, "Where did you go?" ”

Clubbing? Girls? Soak your feet?

No, no, no, I'm afraid that if I don't wait for the little uncle to speak, my own old man and mother will have to mix doubles.