Rewind time to the morning bombing trial. Oh, and according to the time difference, we'll have to move back two hours.

It is rare to receive such a large amount of money from Fan, and he originally fled the previous year. At that time, Tang Zhong Tang Yi came to him specially, saying that the video of him throwing Xia Xingran's parents downstairs leaked out, and Xia Xingran saw it, abandoned the car to protect the handsome, and he had to be a "dead man".

He is a person with no education and no skills, so after thinking about it, he can only do this errand work, and live a mixed life, so that he can survive.

However, the days of fleeing were also coming to an end with him accidentally bumping into Han Ranchen a few days ago. So in the past few days, he has been working almost all night, trying to earn as much money as possible, so he has fled elsewhere in the near future.

He drove on the empty roads of the new province, and the thoughts in his mind were like the yellow sand outside the car window, chaotic.

Han Ranchen shouldn't have remembered himself. When she was deceived by Yue Haotian back then, Tang Zhong and Tang Yi had always been guarding her. I just looked at her good-looking, and subconsciously looked at her twice.

But what if she's seen the video too?

With a screech of brakes, white smoke rose from the tires on the ground. Fan held the steering wheel with both hands and rested his head against the back of his spasmodic hand, his body trembling and panting heavily.

No, it won't. How could Han Ranchen have seen it, what intersection can she and Xia Xingran have.

From Fan settled down, tremblingly found a crumpled piece of restaurant paper from the pocket of his faded white overalls, wiped the sweat on his head, and then started to hang up again.

Half an hour later, he arrived at Chang Huan's residence, reported to himself as usual, and knocked on the door.

With a click, the door was pulled open from the inside, and he was greeted by a smiling and obscure Han Ranchen.

He subconsciously bypassed her as a thief. He pressed his hat down and down, bowing his head all the way, asking what he wanted to send.

"It's these nuts and the rest of the food. Master, you weigh it, and you can calculate the postage when you go back." Han Ranchen pretended to be nothing, dragged the box, and dragged it over.

From Fan's heartbeat, it slowed down little by little.

"Master, are you a local? It doesn't look like it." Han Ranchen watched him carry things and weigh them, bent down and asked with a smile.

Fan cleared his throat and replied, "I'm from out of town."

Han Ranchen held his face with his hands, and deliberately let out a tactful sigh. An abnormal tremor appeared from Fan's body, and he felt that he was like a thing in his palm.

Han Ranchen picked up the water cup in his hand, and a hint of shrewdness flashed in his eyes. Gracefully walked to Congfan's side, and also squatted down, his body almost sticking to Congfan's body.

She handed the water cup to Cong Fan, tilted her head and looked at him with a smile, extremely beautiful: "Master, it's still quite hot this day, it's hard for you to run so far." Drink some water and cool down."

"No, no, I'm not thirsty." Cong Fan clenched his fists tightly, and immediately retreated, and almost fell to the ground in a panic.

Han Ranchen's delicate giggles rang out in the room. She moved forward again, reaching out and touching Congfan's face. The fragrance emanating from her body was like an invisible net, trapping Congfan firmly and unable to break free.

"Master, what are you doing so nervously? People are also well-behaved people, but they just want to invite you to a glass of water because of your hard work. Do you refuse to appreciate the light?"

Han Ranchen's voice was like a hook with bristles, and Fan felt that his bones were all crispy and slag. He couldn't help but close his eyes and put his head to sleep in Han Ranchen's hands. Feeling the contact between Han Ranchen's palm and his cheek.

Just when he felt that he was about to reach the top of the mountain, he suddenly felt a sudden cold on his face and hair, he immediately opened his eyes in horror, and hurriedly wanted to cover his face and the top of his head, but it was too late.

Han Ranchen, who had just drowned in the gentle countryside with him, suddenly changed into a person, full of a murderous aura, like snow that had not melted for thousands of years.

"Sure enough, it's you." Han Ranchen dropped a sentence coldly, turned around and went to the side to wash his hands. Chang Huan, who was fully armed, walked out and skillfully tied up Congfan

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"You guys, what are you doing, kidnapping is a crime or not!" Congfan writhed violently on the ground, like a big bedbug.

Han Ranchen shook his hand and walked over, picked up the phone on the shelf, and snorted coldly, "Do you want to say that you want to call the police next?"

She shook the phone in her hand and pressed the word 11 in front of him, her eyes were fierce, but her face was still smiling, looking very terrifying: "Coincidentally, I was about to call the police." We can settle the case of Xia Xingran's parents together."

"Don't, don't, no, don't!" From Fan's nightmare to reality, he twisted his body and crawled to Han Ranchen's feet, begging incessantly.

Chang Huan pulled Han Ranchen away and kicked Congfan away with a disgusted expression. His right hand grabbed him by the neck and lifted him off the ground.

Fan's face was flushed, his eyes were about to burst out, his legs were hanging in the air, kicking uncontrollably, and his throat was making a difficult whimper.

A minute later, Chang Huan threw Congfan to the ground like a rag. After a violent cough, Fan opened his mouth and gulped fresh oxygen into his lungs.

Chang Huan's eyes were scarlet, his eyebrows were raised, a cold light appeared, his eyes were dark like an abyss, and he was full of solemn and ruthless temperament, he stared at Cong Fan and sneered, "My ability is more than just now. If you don't want to die now, come with us honestly."

"Where?" Han Ranchen turned his head to look at Chang Huan and asked.

"You pack up, and we'll leave for North City now." Chang Huan's words were concise, Han Ranchen didn't ask much, turned around and went into the back room and began to pack up his clothes.

Professional things have to be handed over to professional people to do, and Chang Huan has always had a question in his heart, and he needs to go to Beishi to meet that person to figure it out.

An hour later, Chang Huan put tape on Fan's mouth, and then quickly threw him into the trunk.

Han Ranchen opened the car door, couldn't help but look sideways at the house where she had lived for nearly a year, staring at Chang Huan beside her, her voice was obviously sticky, she asked, "Then shall we come back?"

Chang Huan put his hand on the top of Han Ranchen's head, stroked her soft hair at once, and his eyes were gentle: "I promise you naturally won't break my promise."

Han Ranchen bent his eyes and nodded, the two looked at each other and smiled, and got into the car holding hands.

Wisps of warmth slowly soaked out of the bodies of the two of them, and overflowed the ground leisurely. Although it was a hot summer and the heat wave was scorching, the two did not feel the unknown anxiety of traveling far away.

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Chang Huan called Xia Xingran when he set off. After Xia Xingran hung up the phone, the soft pastries she had just eaten turned into hard and heavy scales at the moment, and her diaphragm was in her body, which was very uncomfortable.

She turned her back a little more, for fear that the people in the pavilion would see her abnormality. The brain is so mushy that I can't tell the difference no matter how I stir it up.

In any case, this is a very private matter. She was sure that she couldn't eat this meal anymore, Xia Xingran put her hands in fists beside her legs, her chest obviously rose and fell several times, and then she pretended to be apologetic and walked towards the pavilion.

"I'm sorry, there's a bit of an emergency in the hospital, I have to go back."

Xia Xingran has never lied much, but in the past two years, the situation has forced him to learn a little, and he can barely bluff others, but Han Chenluo can't.

He lowered his eyebrows and smiled, stood up cooperatively, his face was full of anxiety, quickly packed up his things, and said to the outsiders at the table: "Thank you for your hospitality today, everyone eat slowly, human life is a matter of day, I will accompany my sister to take a taxi back."

After speaking, he didn't wait for everyone to react, and hurriedly pulled Xia Xingran out of the way. Xia Xingran's hands were snow-white, cold soaked in cold sweat, and it seemed that two seasons had passed from the cicadas on the trees.

"Are you going home?" Han Chenluo opened the mobile phone taxi software and asked.

Xia Xingran was a little surprised at first, and after half a minute, her face was slightly red, and she stared at the black shadows of the two people on the ground and said, "You still see it."

Han Chenluo shrugged his shoulders and raised his eyebrows and smiled proudly.

Xia Xingran dragged him under the plane tree next to him, looked around, and told Han Chenluo everything about the phone.

When she repeated this, the stone that had just been pressed on her heart to keep her peace was broken open and shattered to the ground.

After finishing speaking, Xia Xingran's face was like soaked raspberry juice, and he was breathing rapidly, as if he couldn't breathe. Although it was in the shade, there were big drops of sweat, and the hair and clothes were wet and sticky together. She felt tighter in her chest.

"Xiao Luo, I want to go to Captain Lin to talk about this." Xia Xingran thumped his chest, and his words were intermittent.

Han Chenluo's expression had become serious, and after his eyes rolled around in his sockets three or four times, he shook his head and said, "It's not appropriate. Let's wait for Uncle Chang Huan, my mother, and the murderer to come."

Xia Xingran licked his dry lips and said, "Also, Captain Lin didn't find out before. That said, he shouldn't look good on his face."

Han Chenluo chuckled a little stunned at Xia Xingran's misinterpretation, but he was not in a hurry to explain. What he wasn't sure of, he had now learned to be silent.

"When will they arrive?" Han Chenluo called a car to go home.

"The morning after tomorrow." Xia Xingran glanced at his phone and confirmed, his voice was firm, like an arrow from a bow: "I must go to pick them up."