When Gu Yingqing told a lie, a fixed expression appeared on his face: his eyes flickered, then he lowered his eyes, pursed his lips, and sometimes the tips of his ears would be red because of nervousness.

This is a problem that has been there since childhood.

Especially since she has white skin and can't hide anything.

Grandma watched the fire, and immediately had a plan in her heart, "Is that person not good enough to take action?"

Gu Yingqing subconsciously shook his head and denied it.

That man can't say he's good, but he can't say he's bad.

Between her and him, it was never a question of whether it was good enough or not, but it was not a person at all.

Every moment with him made her feel that she was living someone else's life, strange and exciting, fluttering as unreal as her feet falling into place.

Days like this won't always belong to her, and this person won't belong to her.

She learned a truth from Zhao Jin, don't force what you can't catch.

Gu Yingqing stayed with her grandmother, and her heart gradually became quiet, so she didn't want to leave.

Lai waited until nightfall, waited for grandpa to wake up, and then left after dinner.

When I returned to Canaan Dream Garden, it was already past ten o'clock at night.

Gu Yingqing went to the bedroom to change clothes and saw the men's shirt and trousers on the single sofa, which she picked up and put there yesterday.

She found a paper bag and put her clothes in, ready to find time to send it to dry cleaning.

**

Cheng Yuesheng was sitting in the car and received a call from Jiang Xiao saying that he had arrived home safely.

He answered, pinched the cord, and threw the phone into the center console.

He then drove out of the yard and turned left into the mountain road, followed by another car, which stopped after a short drive.

Two black Land Rovers one after the other, turned off the lights and stopped on the mountain road, waiting quietly.

Cheng Yuesheng took out cigarettes and lighters from the armrest box, stretched out the window with a lit paper cigarette in his hand, and rested his arm on the car door with his elbow.

In less than two minutes, a black Bentley sedan drove up behind.

The mountain road at No. 1 Yinquan Road cannot accommodate two cars in the wrong car, visitors, departing passengers, and in which courtyard the wrong car, there will be staff in the secret scheduling.

Therefore, Zhao Jin's driver saw the large SUV in front of him blocking the road, and stepped on the brakes in confusion.

"What's going on?" Zhao Jin drank too much and rested against the car seat.

The driver told the truth: "There is a traffic jam ahead."

Zhao Jin half-closed his eyes and kicked the front seat quite impatiently, "Fuck, you told me about the traffic jam at No. 1 Yinquan Road?"

The assistant pushed the door down to check the situation.

A person from the front of the Land Rover got down and told the assistant that the car broke down, please wait a minute.

As soon as the words fell, the man immediately cut the assistant's hands behind and pressed them the body of the Land Rover.

「***！ Who are you?" The assistant struggled violently, and noticed that the body vibrated and the doors opened, and it should be that someone got out of the car again.

The man behind him was half a head taller than him, grabbed the short hair at the back of his head, pulled his head back, slammed it neatly into the car, and said in a deep voice, "Shut up."

The assistant was hit so that his head ached, and he was dizzy after drinking, and when he hit it like this, he almost lost consciousness with a muffled snort.

Three more people got out of the car, all of them tall, in black clothes and pants, wearing baseball caps, and walked quickly to the Bentley, threatening the driver to open the door.

The driver drove for the rich man, and his heart was like a mirror and he reacted quickly, thinking that he might have offended someone, and the other party came prepared.

"Reverse!" Zhao Jin realized that something was wrong, and suddenly sobered up most of the time.

The driver had already reacted and wanted to reverse and escape, but who knew that the same black Land Rover would come from behind the car and slam into the rear of the car.

The body shook violently and was knocked forward and slid half a meter forward!

The people outside knocked on the window glass to talk.

Zhao Jin licked his lower lip, quickly calmed down, and asked the driver to lower the window to see what the other party said.

The driver complied.

The voice of the strange man came in through the crack in the car window: "Trouble Mr. Zhao to get out of the car and delay you."

One minute."

Zhao Jin steadied for about ten seconds and reached out to get his phone.

A man outside saw his movements from the front windshield, and without saying a word, he turned back to the car in front, opened the rear seat door, and pulled out an iron bar.

It's a bit like he doesn't get out of the car, he just smashes the glass.

Zhao Jin scolded in a low voice and pushed the car door down.

He wanted to see if anyone dared to kill him here?

As soon as his foot stepped on the ground, the man in the back of the car suddenly grabbed him by the collar and pulled him back, kicking the person to the ground.

This person's movements were coherent and ferocious, and before Zhao Jinyi was drunk, he had time to resist, so he asked people to grab his hands left and right, and in a humiliating posture, he was pressed to the ground with his face facing the ground.

Zhao Jin gritted his teeth, his temples rubbed on the ground, struggling hard against the force pressed on his shoulders and back, and his bloodshot eyes were even more prominent.

"Who are you?!"

No one answered him, and the man with the iron rod dragged the guy up to him, and the iron tool rubbed against the ground with a piercing, muffled sound.

There was no one around to speak, the car lights were all off, and only the street lights were dim, which could illuminate the eyes.

Alcohol amplified his emotions, and Zhao Jin gritted his teeth angrily, rubbing his face to the ground, and staring fiercely at the night in the distance.

The person silently pulled out his right hand that was cut behind his back, Zhao Jin resisted hard and wanted to withdraw his hand, and his mouth was panting heavily.

The other man straightened his hand, stepped on his fingers, lifted the iron rod, and slammed it on his right forearm.

Cheng Yuesheng heard the suppressed and forbearant snort, and pressed down the cigarette roll with his index finger, the cigarette ash fell, and a little scarlet resurfaced.

He adjusted the left rearview mirror with his fingers on the cigarette, leaned lazily in the saddle, and glanced at the man who was prostrate on the ground.

Like a dog, who can you kill?

He threw out his cigarette and started the car.

When I got home, the light was still on in the living room on the first floor, Cheng Zhiyan took a shower, was still wearing pajamas, half-lying on the foam floor mat, and was engrossed in building Lego.

Cheng Yuesheng immediately wrinkled his eyebrows: "Cheng Zhiyan, what time is it?"

The guy actually glanced at him and snorted softly, "yes, what time is it?"

"You kid is going to rebel?" Cheng Yue laughed angrily, stepped forward and picked up his son on his shoulder, and slapped his little buttocks with his hand, which was useless at all.

Yan Yan was lying on his father's shoulder, half of his body hanging upside down, thinking it was funny, his hands fluttering, laughing and rattling.

When he arrived at the children's bedroom, Cheng Yuesheng put the person on the bed and said, "Sleep."

Cheng Zhiyan didn't, sat up cross-legged, took a toy car from the bedside casually, and fiddled with it in his hand, his eyes were dripping, and he was making bad ideas at first glance.

"Dad, you said you were going to take me to my sister-in-law and aunt on the weekend."

"She's not available, I'll be back next week." Cheng Yuesheng stood at the door and dimmed the light in the bedroom.

Cheng Zhiyan fell into the quilt with his legs crossed, and did not relent: "I'm so disappointed."

"One."

Cheng Zhiyan pouted.

"Two."

Cheng Zhiyan was so angry that he kicked his legs on the bed.

"Three."

Cheng Zhiyan covered himself: "Good night, Dad."