It was raining heavily outside, and the umbrella was crackling.
Holding an umbrella, Zizania latifolia squatted on the wet grass, stretched its hands into the grass and scratched it randomly.
"I saw it when I threw it away just now. It was right here. How come it's gone?"
The scalp of the茭白 was about to spark. Damn it, don't do anything bloody at this time. He looked around. The hotel was very secluded, and there were no cats or dogs around. So he was still in the bushes.
The wild rice expanded its range and carefully dug up the grass.
When Qi Yilao came over, the young man was squatting in the bushes with his back to him, one arm exposed outside the umbrella, dripping wet. There were traces of cool water winding on his fingertips, one after another, sliding down from his fingertips and kissing the green grass and yellow mud.
Pale skin, blue veins, summer rain, green grass, these colors combined together, weak yet vivid.
The young man was cursing and complaining about something. His umbrella was not opened properly, and a lot of water from the umbrella splashed onto his back, soaking the gray-blue fabric and revealing his fragile spine and slender waistline.
There was a wet spot on the linen pants at the buttocks.
The round lines bent the grass.
Jiaobai was so busy looking for his keys that he didn't hear any footsteps. His umbrella was pulled and he realized there was someone behind him.
If it was Zhang Zhen behind him, he would have either pulled him up or squatted in front of him. He would not have been so patient and waited for him to explain the reason for his behavior.
The person who came was not Zhang Zhen, but...
Finished. Jiaobai grabbed the umbrella handle and turned his head back, looking out, moving from bottom to top.
I met a man standing in the rain, soaked all over.
Jiaobai stood up subconsciously and gave him half of the umbrella: "Third brother, why did you come out?"
Qi Yiliao smoothed the dripping hair on his forehead and said, "Looking for you."
Jiaobai was looking at the drop of water between his deep brows, watching it slide across his straight nose, twist and turn, and slide down to fall on the small cinnabar mole on one side of his face.
And then just stayed there.
It looks like he wants to buy a house there and live there for the rest of his life.
Jiaobai stretched out his hand and rubbed the small cinnabar mole on Qi Yilao with his little finger, eliminating the water droplets. He came to his senses and covered his eyes with one hand.
It perfectly illustrates what it means to feel guilty, which is hard to describe and one cannot face anyone.
Qi Yilao smiled and said, "What?"
"There are mosquitoes." Jiaobai calmly put down his hand, "Why didn't you hold an umbrella?"
Qi Yiliao bent his fingers and flicked the ribs of the umbrella: "Don't you have one?"
Wild rice: “…”
My umbrella is mine, what does it have to do with you
"What are you looking for here?" Qi Yiliao asked him kindly, standing under his umbrella.
Jiaobai's face twisted, and he did not answer but asked: "Where are the people on your mother's side?"
"Azhen, watch." Qi Yiliao took his umbrella, raised it higher, and looked down at him, "Xiaobai, it's your turn."
The subtext is, it's your turn to answer the question, your uncle is waiting.
Wild rice is peeking at the cat.
The cat narrowed its golden eyes and wagged its tail from time to time, as if it was laughing at him.
Jiaobai's face became dry: "I'm looking for my keys." He took out his cell phone from his trouser pocket and fiddled with the key ring, "Yours."
You have to ask even though you already know the answer. Are you satisfied? I admit it.
Qi Yiliao said "hmm" and then asked, "Why is the key here?"
Jiaobai lowered his head and lied with his eyes open: "When I was watching the rain by the window, my keychain scraped against the window and the key accidentally fell out."
A hand pinched his face and made him look up, and in front of him was a shadow with the smell of heavy wood.
Qi Yilao leaned over to look at him, the rain on his chin flowing down to his Adam's apple. As he swallowed the cigarette, his throat rolled, and the water covering it trembled and buried itself into the collar of his shirt.
The scent of Houttuynia cordata mixed with the smell of a mature man's body penetrated into his breath. He took a deep breath, raised his eyebrows and lifted his eyelids, and bumped into a pair of eyes that were much darker than the sky, but he could still see his own eyes.
When the two looked at each other, Jiaobai suddenly realized that the old pervert knew everything and was waiting for him to make a move. Okay, okay, you want me to be honest, right? Take the initiative, right? All as you wish.
"I did it on purpose." Jiaobai threw out a few words.
"Oh?" Qi Yilao was at ease.
"I thought you bought the elf to replace me." Jiaobai shrugged, "I got angry and threw the key away, that's it."
Qi Yiliao slid the two fingers that were pinching his face down, stroking and pinching his chin: "Uncle can't use someone else?"
Observe the cat's reaction.
The cat still looks noble and cool, but its tail is wagging so happily.
So Jiaobai laughed and said, "How should I put it? I just don't like the feeling of being pushed aside by others."
Qi Yiliao was silent for a moment, his tone dark: "I read and recited the scriptures ten times, but was absent nine times. I was also mumbling when I was punished to copy, and I don't know how to complain in my heart. I didn't even know that Xiaobai wanted to work as a long-term worker for me."
Wild rice: “…”
You still dare to ask me, is this what I call working? I am selfless. Others are paid by the minute, but what about me? I have worked hard for half a year and I don’t get a penny!
"You don't have what others have." Qi Yiliao tickled the soft flesh under his chin and smiled faintly, "You have everything that others can't get. You should be content, okay?"
The wild rice is speechless.
The next moment, he heard Qi Yilao say, "I am not the employer, you are not the employee, and our transaction is not about money."
Jiaobai swallowed his saliva. Yes, he had another deal with the old pervert. He studied and the other party gave him activity points.
The problem is, you give it!
Jiaobai took two steps back to get away from the hand on his chin, but he was not wet by the rain. Before he could take out the umbrella, he was pulled back under the umbrella.
"Why are you running?" Qi Yiliao reached behind him and grabbed the back of his neck. "Where's the key? Didn't you find it?"
The clothes on Jiaobai's back got quite wet while he was looking for the key. The fabric stuck tightly to his skin. He shuddered, "Well, Third Brother, let me call 119 for you."
Qi Yiliao nodded: "Then? You want your uncle to take out the cage and let the firefighters see it?"
Jiaobai didn't dare to imagine that scene, so he could only think of another trick: "Then let Zhang Zhen pry it apart for you. It's metal, welded together, he's strong enough to pry it apart."
Qi Yiliao's lips were still curled, and he explained it slowly and calmly, as if he was talking about someone else's business: "First, he doesn't know. Second, if you force it, your uncle will get hurt."
"Oh."
Qi Yiliao laughed softly in the young man's ear, "Xiaobai, do you want your uncle to die of pain?"
"..." Jiaobai said, looking desperate. "I have lost my key and I can't find it anymore. What do you think I should do?"
"You've done something wrong, but you're still so arrogant. You're really brave." Qi Yiliao shook his head, turned him around, and rested his wet chin on the top of his soft head. "Where did you throw the key?"
"That's it." Jiaobai pointed it out to him, "I've looked everywhere."
Qi Yiliao held the umbrella in one hand and used the other hand to pull back the young man's hand that was still outside the umbrella: "Are you sure you have searched everywhere?"
"Sure, definitely, and..."
Before Jiaobai could finish his solemn words, Qi Yilao's voice came from above his head. Those two words contained the majesty inherent in a superior, and more importantly, the innate gentlemanly bearing.
"Lift your feet." Qi Yiliao said.
When Jiao Bai heard Qi Yiliao asking him to do this, he guessed something and quickly raised his left foot to check.
No.
Switch to your right foot.
He inhaled, and his face was like a dirty paint palette, colorful and chaotic, yet also wonderful.
The small key that he had been looking for for a long time was embedded in the anti-slip groove on the sole of his right shoe.
It's really fucked.
When Jiaobai was looking at himself with a look of astonishment, an umbrella handle was stuffed into his hand, and when he looked down, a slender figure appeared in his field of vision.
Just squat in front of him and hold his right ankle.
Qi Yiliao rescued the small key from the young man's shoe sole, but dropped it in the grass. He raised his handsome eyes and said, "You lost it yourself, pick it up yourself."
Jiaobai bent down with a gloomy face to pick up the key and casually wiped the mud on his pants.
There was a warm breath sticking to his earlobe and brushing the small hair on his ear. He stopped hanging the key back on the key ring and froze.
Qi Yiliao slightly closed his eyes, and pressed his lips against hers, speaking slowly, in a magnetic and low voice, "Next time you dare to throw it,
Zizania held her breath.
A nasal laugh reached his ears, followed by three words in a low gasp, "Hit the palm of your hand."
Wild rice: “…”
Just slap the palm, why do you have to do such a pornographic thing? ?
Jiaobai came back to his senses and caught up with Qi Yiliao who walked into the rain alone with an umbrella. The two did not communicate anymore, just holding an umbrella, and returned to the hotel room side by side.
When Zhang Zhen saw them, it was like seeing a life-saving straw. He hurriedly handed the elf to his third brother and pulled his younger brother to complain.
Jiaobai learned some information from Zhang Zhen.
The elf couldn't speak. His actual age was probably over 25 years old. His physical features were suppressed and destroyed by drugs, and he was forced to "transform" into a small, soft, and very accommodating pet. His intelligence was not high, like the animals at the bottom of the food chain on the grassland, he could only please.
Moreover, he is both male and female.
The last point brought great shock to Jiaobai, and the way he looked at the elf became strange.
Zhang Zhen randomly gave the elf a name, Xiaoling.
Perhaps because half of Qi Yiliao's blood was his mother's, plus his strong aura, Xiao Ling would get close to him and submit to him. He clung to Qi Yiliao, very tightly. As long as he couldn't see him for a while, he would start crying. The fairy wept, and the mortals were heartbroken.
When Qi Yilao was working, the elf squatted under the table and rubbed its face on Qi Yilao's legs.
Jiao Bai didn't come over. He was watching TV on the sofa, holding a large bag of tomato-flavored potato chips in his hand, gnawing on them with his teeth.
Zhang Zhen was originally recuperating in his room. Unable to let go of his worries, he came out and sat next to Jiao Bai. He glanced at the open study and shouted, "Third brother, is Xiao Ling your relative?"
Qi Yiliao's voice came from the study: "No."
Zhang Zhen asked the next question in his mind, does that mean she wants to be my sister-in-law
Xiaoling has a good voice but can't speak. She is not a relative, but the third brother still keeps her around.
The way Third Brother treated Xiao Ling was really very different from what he had done before. Zhang Zhen couldn't help but think about it.
Jiao Bai didn't know what Zhang Zhen was thinking, he pondered Qi Yilao's reply. If they were not relatives, then Xiao Ling and Qi Yilao's mother were either from the same clan or from the same village.
Anyway, it must be in the same place. And it is very valuable.
Not long ago at an auction, Qi Yiliao was originally leaning on his seat. When the finale item came out, he put down his crossed legs, leaned forward with his upper body, stared intently, and his whole demeanor changed.
Jiaobai didn't realize anything at the time, but now he figured it out. It was the vitality bursting out from the rotten bones of a dying man.
This can also be found in white cats.
Although its neck was still being strangled, the deathly aura on it was almost gone since Xiao Ling appeared.
The previous incident of Jiaobai passing through the cemetery led to speculation that the Qi family had a congenital genetic disease, which was much more likely to be passed on to males than females. Generally speaking, genetic diseases have a dormant period, and they need a trigger to develop. They may not break out in a certain year, and they may remain dormant forever. Qi Yilao's "restraint" was to fight the disease, or not give it a trigger.
After Xiao Ling appeared, Qi Yiliao's series of reactions almost made it clear that Xiao Ling was useful to his physical health, very useful.
so,
Based on this phenomenon, can we infer that Qi Yilao's mother was used by his father...
If Qi Yiliao wants to live longer, then he has to be with Xiao Ling...
"Click"
Jiaobai bit off the potato chip and put half of it into his mouth, not wanting to eat any more. He just wanted to be active, not to dig into the gossip of the previous generation of the rich family.
Besides, he has been dragged into the same boat with Qi Yilao. Someday when Qi Yilao needs to vent, he will probably play the secret sharing game with him.
Jiaobai stuffed the unfinished potato chips to Zhang Zhen and stood up to pour some juice.
He glanced towards the study.
Qi Yiliao was working on the computer, and Jingling was lying on the carpet next to him, with his head touching his slippers.
Jiaobai changed direction and walked towards the study.
As if sensing a strange breath, the elf woke up immediately. He shrank to Qi Yilao's feet, biting his fingers and glaring at Jiaobai at the door of the study, as if warning the bad guys who wanted to seize his territory.
The茭白 smiled and left.
"Xiaobai?" Qi Yiliao called out.
Jiaobai walked very fast without stopping, calling out "Where's your dad?" He's dead.
The cats don't even look at him! Look at that elf!
The white furry head was tilted in that direction, with such a big arc that there was no fear that the neck would break.
Jiaobai didn't look at Qi Yilao's profile picture again.
Therefore, he did not notice that the cat looked at the elf and then looked at the wild rice. His attention only switched back and forth once and then returned to the wild rice.
It rained for a few days, so the茭白 stayed in the hotel for a few days.
During this time, Qi Yiliao and Zhang Zhenyou went out to do some work. The elf couldn't leave Qi Yiliao, so he took him along.
When the rain stopped, the air was still so wet that you could squeeze water out of it. Jiaobai wanted to go out. He had had enough of staying here, he was upset and wanted to change his environment.
Just when he was about to say goodbye to Qi Yilao Zhangzhen, a few people came.
The elf was wearing new clothes that normal people wear, with his toes sticking to Qi Yilao's heels. He didn't look at anyone else, and there was only Qi Yilao in his eyes that were not tainted by the world.
Jiaobai and Zhang Zhen stood together and turned their heads to look out the window. There were many trees outside the hotel. Even though the weather was clear, they still felt stuffy. They were really bored.
"Go." Qi Yiliao's gentle voice came from not far away.
Jiaobai didn't look at that. These past few days, he was really traumatized by the elf's hostile eyes, as if his spouse was being robbed.
Zhang Zhen beside him exclaimed in surprise: "Why is he here too?"
Jiao Bai followed Zhang Zhen's line of sight without knowing why, and he saw Lao Xiao. Jiao Bai was immediately shocked, those people are all from the research institute? !
Soon, Jiaobai's guess was verified.
Lao Xiao and others took the elves away.
"Third brother, did you send that person away?" Zhang Zhen was puzzled.
"If you don't send him away, what's the point of keeping him here?" Qi Yiliao closed the door. "The best place for a medicine man is the research institute."
Zhang Zhen thought about it and agreed.
As for the third brother's attitude towards the elf and the destination arranged for it, and whether it involved some secrets of the Qi family, Zhang Zhen was not curious, and would not secretly investigate. His responsibility was the personal safety of the third brother.
Zhang Zhen turned around and found that his younger brother and third brother were not in the living room, and the door of the study was closed.
Zhang Zhen: “…”
What’s going on lately? I always feel like something is weird.
"I want to play a game with you, the same one we played on the second floor underground." Qi Yiliao called Jiaobai into the study, leaned against the desk, and spoke to him with a slightly bent waist.
Jiaobai glanced at him and said, "Let's play."
"Wait a minute." Qi Yiliao pinched the root of his nose twice, "Wait a minute."
Jiaobai curled his lips and said, "Alright. Tell me when you're ready."
Qi Yiliao raised his deeply wrinkled eyelids. The young man's lower lip was fleshy, with a small gap in the middle, which was sometimes obvious and sometimes blurred.
"Have you been feeling unwell these days? Why do you eat less?" He spoke in a low, hoarse and friendly voice.
Jiaobai usually listened to the old pervert's tone of an elder, but now he felt annoyed. He could vaguely hear the elf's heart-wrenching cry.
It seemed as if taking him away from Qi Yilao was such a cruel thing. They were supposed to be one and no one could separate them.
"I'm not feeling uncomfortable." Jiaobai realized belatedly that his tone was wrong and that it was inexplicably harsh, so he slowed down and said, "I want to go to the bar and have a drink."
Qi Yiliao changed his posture from leaning against the desk to standing: "Why do you suddenly want to go to the bar and drink?"
"Bored." Jiaobai was too lazy to look up at the old pervert.
Qi Yiliao looked down at him for a long time.
Jiao Bai wanted to leave impatiently, but Qi Yiliao walked past him and opened the door to the study, "A Zhen."
Zhang Zhen responded and went over, and was assigned a task by his third brother.
Take his brother to the bar.
Jiaobai has been in this world for almost a year. This is the first time he goes to a bar, and he brings his family with him.
Zhang's father didn't let him drink and asked for milk for him.
There are also straws. For babies to drink.
Jiao Bai was very angry. He sat alone in front of the bar, ignoring Zhang Zhen who was being approached by many people.
"Your brother is really popular." The bartender said tentatively. Seeing that the customer did not refute, he guessed that they were a pair of brothers. He smiled and said, "Beautiful, pure, and manly."
Jiaobai couldn't help but feel proud: "That's it."
"You're going to have a sister-in-law." The bartender joked.
Jiaobai's eyes slanted, and Zhang Zhen was like Tang Monk, with several men and women around him, touching him in all directions.
Zhang Zhen would not attack ordinary people for no reason, he would just use his eyes to show his coldness.
However, he has the most standard peach blossom eyes.
It is no exaggeration to say that the enemy who killed my father is full of affection.
"Why are you sitting there instead of coming to coax me?" Jiaobai slapped the bar, looking extremely arrogant.
Zhang Zhen quickly pushed aside the few people who were reeking of alcohol and perfume and walked over: "I'm coming, I'm here to coax you."
The group did not give up, and more people looked over here. This bar is of upper-middle grade, and there are many high-quality prey, but not many. This beauty tonight is really rare.
Jiaobai sneered, spit out the straw in his mouth, and fell into Zhang Zhen's arms.
Zhang Zhen frowned nervously: "What's wrong?"
"I fainted from drinking milk." Jiaobai saw Zhang Zhen trying to help him up, his face suddenly darkened, "Hold me."
Zhang Zhen had no choice but to hug him.
Men and women who wanted to have sex with him retreated after seeing this scene. If you have a partner, you will feel a sense of accomplishment, but it is troublesome. It is better to enjoy life while you can.
Jiaobai sat up straight and tugged at Zhang Zhen's collar, which had several red lip prints on it. "Brother, you are the boss of the Qi family's thugs, is this all?"
Zhang Zhen was embarrassed: "In the past, I always went with Third Brother to socialize, and no one threw themselves at me."
The occasions we went to were not of this level, and they all followed the rules.
Jiaobai rolled his eyes: "Wait for me here."
Zhang Zhen didn't understand what was going on. He ordered a glass of ice wine, took a sip and rested for two minutes, looking very solemn. The bartender tried to chat with him several times, but failed.
Jiaobai brought back a lipstick. He hooked Zhang Zhen under the bar and quickly applied the lipstick on Zhang Zhen's Adam's apple a few times.
"It's settled."
When Zhang Zhen sat up, his cell phone rang. He leaned over to Jiao Bai's ear and shouted, "Third brother's call. I'm going out to answer it. Don't run around!"
Jiaobai waved his hand and asked the bartender to bring a glass of the bar's best-selling drink.
The bartender mixed some fancy drinks, and after pretending to be cool, he pushed the drink over and said, "You two are not brothers."
"You are checking the household registration." Jiaobai said coldly.
The bartender choked. We were just chatting with him, why is he choking now? His temperament is really unpredictable.
While Jiaobai was drinking, people would come over from time to time and flirt with him.
It’s not enough that they are all men, and they are all 0.
He doesn't understand either.
"You are 0.5, right?" When the bartender was not busy, he leaned over and said, "You are the second 0.5 I have met."
The pure 0? Bai who was inexplicably stamped with 0.5: "…"
"The first one is the lead singer of the bar's band. You came at an unlucky time because he had asked for leave today. Otherwise, you could have seen his demeanor, especially when he was singing. His long hair was pushed aside and hung in front of his V-neck red dress. His hand resting on the microphone stand was painted with black nail polish and there was a cigarette between his fingers..." The bartender's expression was not vulgar when he described him. It was just pure appreciation. "He is a fiery beauty who likes to wear women's clothes."
The wild rice choked on a mouthful of colorful wine.
0.5 is the hot pepper Jiang Yan, right? The last time they met at Lan Mo Mansion last year, he revealed that he was in North City.
Jiaobai suppressed his excitement and said, "People like that must be very popular in bars."
"Of course." The bartender greeted his colleague and continued, "He didn't come, otherwise your brother would have been kidnapped by him."
"There's nothing he can't do in business as long as he wants to." The bartender smiled ambiguously.
The music in the bar changed, becoming soft and gentle, and the volume of the wild rice also dropped, sounding very deep: "Doing business?"
"Do it." The bartender, who was not bad looking, showed a look of depression. "He has high requirements. He looks at the face, the figure, and the money in the pocket. All three must meet the standard. If any one of them is not up to standard, it will not work."
Jiaobai could imagine Jiang Yan's unrestrained and wantonness, living like an iron rose under the scorching sun, indestructible.
But at this moment, the bartender's tone changed slightly, with a bit of helpless pity between the lines: "He's also a miserable person. His father committed suicide after leaving behind a lot of debts, and his mother ran away with someone. He has to pay off the debts and raise his mentally handicapped brother."
Jiaobai, who was lying on the bar, slowly sat up.
It turns out...what Jiang Yan said to him in Lan Mo Mansion was all true.
He gave Jiang Yan two million at the beginning.
Jiang Yan is out doing business again, but it seems like the money is not enough.
"His band doesn't make money?" Jiaobai took a sip of wine.
"What's the point of earning? How many musicians can support their families? They all have to pay for it. He is the one who supports his band." The bartender said and went on to get busy.
Zizania latifolia was stunned.
The storyline of Jiang Yan is not very rich in "Broken Wings", but his existence is the strongest touch in the entire comic, running through Shen Ji's youth to middle age.
As for Jiang Yan's family background, there is no mention. His dreams and music are not explained at all.
In the comics, the first half of his role is to give Shen Ji a body, and the second half is to give away a heart. It only revolves around Shen Ji, and does not describe him personally.
Jiaobai really didn't expect that the money Jiang Yan earned from selling her body would be divided into three parts.
One part is to pay off debts, one part is to take care of my younger brother, and the other part is to support my dream.
Jiaobai drank the last bit of wine in the glass. He suddenly felt an urge to grab Jiang Yan and ask him: Which is more valuable, the body or the dream
What would Jiang Yan say? He would probably laugh so hard that he would fall backwards, then lean over to my ear and whisper: It's all broken.
Jiaobai sighed. The alcohol content of the wine was a bit high and it corroded his mind. Normally, he would have so many sentiments.
There was a commotion outside the bar.
Jiaobai propped up his head and took a look, and a man in a suit and sunglasses came in and quickly cleared the bar.
In old comics, this level of pretense is just a piece of cake.
I just don't know where this bloody stab is going to be poured? Jiaobai finished thinking about it one second ago, and slid off the high stool the next second.
Damn it, the blood is directed at him and should be poured on his head.
The man carrying the spear is Shen Laogou, who produces and sells his own products.
Shen Ji had one arm hanging, his face was much thinner, and the stubble on his chin was not cleaned up. The marks left between his eyebrows by his 38 years were heavier than before he came here. He stood at the door, looking at Jiao Bai with a cold, even resentful look.
There was another noise outside, this time it was Zhang Zhen. He pushed away Chen Yiming who tried to stop him and rushed in with a gun.
Jiaobai walked towards the door.
Shen Ji raised his hand, and his men started fighting with Zhang Zhen.
Jiaobai's walking turned into running, and Shen Ji held him with one hand, and let him pinch, grab and curse, but he just didn't let go, and his arm like an iron clamp held him.
Shen Ji's injured hand was slapped and twisted, but he knocked Jiao Bai unconscious without changing his expression.
Then he let out a breath, cold sweat oozing from his forehead, and blood had already appeared on the gauze.
On the way here, the car encountered a mudslide, which not only injured his hand, but also caused a traffic jam in the countryside, delaying him for a few days. Otherwise, he would have already put a small tag on the puppy in South City by now.
He had it custom-made after he smashed the Lan Mo Mansion in Xicheng.
A small gold plaque engraved with the word "Shen".
Shen Ji walked out holding the puppy. The sound of bullets being loaded was heard behind him, but he kept walking, ignoring it.
A bullet hit him in front of his foot, almost gnawing at his leather shoe.
"Let my brother go!" Zhang Zhen approached with a gun in hand, his cheekbones bruised and the corners of his mouth cut, while the group of bodyguards who had fought with him had not yet gotten up.
Shen Ji's expression was grim: "Xiao Zhang, you pointed your gun at me. Have you thought about the consequences? Didn't your master teach you to think twice before doing anything?"
Zhang Zhen's eyes were fierce and determined: "As long as I am still breathing, don't even think about taking him away."
Shen Ji seemed to have heard something very funny: "I am taking my wife away, it is legal and reasonable."
Zhang Zhen frowned: "You two divorced a long time ago."
"I said we didn't divorce, so we didn't." Shen Ji's powerful aura spread out, looking superior, arrogant and cold.
Zhang Zhen is not a good talker. He wants to feed Shen Ji with a bullet right now, but he obviously cannot be so impulsive. He is a member of the Qi family, but also not a member of the Qi family.
It still needs the third brother to step in.
Zhang Zhen asked after a long while: "You guys have the final say on marriage and divorce. At the end of last year, the old lady even exchanged him for Young Master Shen, causing him to almost die in the deep sea. Do you think he still wants to go to your Shen family?"
"Just don't stay in the old house. There are plenty of properties for him to choose from." Shen Ji held the puppy in front of him with one hand, in the posture of holding a child.
Zhang Zhen's hand holding the gun was stiff: "You don't like him, why don't you let him go?"
Shen Ji laughed coldly: "I don't like him?"
The next moment, Shen Ji shouted outside the bar, "Chen Yiming, go ahead."
Chen Yiming wanted to hide where he was. He walked into the bar slowly and met Zhang Zhen's serious eyes: "The chairman is really interested in Master Bai."
Zhang Zhen didn't believe a word of it. Although there was a special one, it was not what kind of love. He had never been in a relationship, but he knew that love was not like this and it shouldn't be hurtful.
"What about the people you support?" Zhang Zhen retorted.
Chen Yiming said: "Two different things."
"Two different things?" Zhang Zhen showed his white teeth, his peach blossom eyes full of sarcasm, "Go to the street and ask anyone if these are two different things."
Chen Yiming wiped the non-existent sweat from his forehead. It was no problem for him to deal with Zhang Zhen, but the chairman's feelings were indeed untenable.
Besides, he didn't want the chairman to take the茭白 away at all.
The chairman’s backyard is quite a mess.
"Boss Shen, look, even your most capable assistant can't answer." Zhang Zhen said, "You like it, it's just your personal idea, it's power, it's pure monopoly, and it's also a self-touching that you can't afford to lose."
This was Zhang Zhen's best eloquence ever. He was buying time for his third brother.
How could Shen Ji not see Zhang Zhen's calculations? His cold expression changed a little: "Your third brother can't come."
Zhang Zhen's breathing stagnated: "You attacked my third brother?"
Shen Ji was not embarrassed at all about being exposed, nor did he feel guilty about ambushing his old friend of many years: "If he doesn't have any intentions towards my people, how could I possibly..."
The following words were interrupted by an exclamation.
"Qi... Director Qi..."
Chen Yiming, who was standing at the door, did not act as if he had seen a ghost when he saw the person coming. The person sent by the chairman did not intend to kill Director Qi, but just wanted to delay him so that he could take Jiaobai away.
The fall of the Qi family would do more harm than good to the Shen family.
The chairman is someone who can weigh the pros and cons and will not make such a mistake.
The reason why Chen Yiming was surprised was that Mr. Qi was carrying a bowl of cold noodles with a strong garlic smell that filled his nose.
Qi Yilao is here.
Unlike Shen Ji who brought a group of people with him, Qi Yilao came alone, and his only man was Zhang Zhen who was present the whole time.
Shen Ji's face showed no emotion: "It's good that you're here. I'll take the person away, and this matter will be over."
"Old Shen, you've got the essence wrong." Qi Yiliao said indifferently, "I never restricted him."
Qi Yiliao looked at the young man lying on Shen Ji's shoulder with his eyes closed: "Going or staying has always been his own wish."
Shen Ji felt as if he was slapped in the face, and his eyes were frozen.
"You are an adult now and can be responsible for your words and actions," Qi Yiliao sighed, "Azhen, go wake Xiaobai up."
Before Zhang Zhen took a step, Shen Ji glanced over and all his men pointed their guns at Qi Yilao.
Shen Ji's instruction revealed one thing.
That is - he knew very well in his heart that the person he was holding rejected and hated him and would never go with him.
But he was determined to take the person away by force.
It doesn't matter if he doesn't want to, he will be willing to do it after a while. He has plenty of time.
So people cannot wake up at this time.
Shen Ji increased the force of dragging the person in his arms: "A Liao, I will take the person away directly."
Qi Yiliao put two fingers together, pinched his brows, and said with embarrassment: "I'm afraid not."
The atmosphere was tense.
Nan Shen and Xi Qi have been friends for many years, and this is the first time such a scene has occurred.
Shen Ji laughed out of anger and was extremely disappointed. On the way here, he even considered his old friend. He thought that the other party was just a temporary novelty and that he had just found a satisfactory servant. How serious could he be
The current situation was undoubtedly mocking his self-righteousness. The smile on Shen Ji's face gradually disappeared: "A Liao, do you really want to oppose me for such a thing?"
Qi Yilao shook his head.
"Then why are you stopping me?" Shen Ji's voice was cold.
Qi Yiliao walked towards Shen Ji under the muzzles of a bunch of guns. He walked around and stood behind Shen Ji, touching the man lying on the side of his neck: "This child calls me Third Brother, so I have to take this responsibility."
After saying that, Qi Yilao pushed the茭白 that was facing Shen Ji's neck to the other side.
Shen Ji's face was as cold as ice: "What if I don't let go?"
Qi Yiliao smiled helplessly, and lowered his voice: "Old Shen, you couldn't beat me even if your arm wasn't injured, let alone now that one of your arms is broken."
As soon as these words came out, the air froze.
The Shen family's bodyguards didn't hear it clearly, but Chen Yiming and Zhang Zhen, who were close by, heard every word.
Chen Yiming looked at the floor. Zhang Zhen snorted.
After that, they both took two steps back at the same time and retreated to the door, not wanting to hear the master's secrets.
Seeing them do that, the Shen family also quickly withdrew.
The atmosphere is still tense.
Shen Ji's expression was extremely frightening. He did not order the shooting, but he responded to his old friend with the same voice: "You knew I was doomed, but you still interfered."
"Can you do it, A-Liao?" Shen Ji's words were all mocking. "You don't even have the basic functions of a man, why are you joining in the fun?"
Qi Yiliao lowered his eyes for a while, then smiled and called out to the outside, "Azhen, come in and take the noodles away."
Zhang Zhen walked in quickly, took the cold noodles and left.
"After the phone call that day, I asked him if he wanted to go with you. Guess what he said?" Qi Yilao unbuttoned his shirt. He tilted his head back, his Adam's apple moved, and from his throat came a panting sound like a wild beast whose chains had been loosened.
When Shen Ji heard his old friend mention this, he thought of how he deliberately put the call on the loudspeaker, and his facial muscles twitched.
Before Shen Ji could speak, a recording came out from Qi Yilao's cell phone.
"Then let me put it another way. I won't go with Old Shen?"
Two seconds later, there was a response, mixed in with the vague sound of slurping food, all in one go.
"I'm thinking that he's old enough to be my dad. He can go around South City. A bunch of people have eaten the old cucumbers and there are still a bunch of people waiting to eat. Should I go with him?"
The recording ended and there was dead silence.
It was as if Shen Ji's chest was cut open and a spark of fire was thrown in. In an instant, it spread into a raging fire that burned his internal organs. He pinched the little dog in his arms that was throwing oil at his heart, and kicked his old friend in anger.
Qi Yiliao kicked away Shen Ji's kick with twice the force he used.
Shen Ji was kicked back.
The next moment, a terrifying gust of wind hit his knees. He dodged it and breathed heavily: "Don't you think it's ridiculous that we are fighting over a small thing?"
He was answered by a blow from the fist that nearly split his temple.
The collar of Qi Yiliao's shirt, which he always buttoned up, was slightly open, and a thin rope could be vaguely seen, with something tied to it.
He grabbed the gun that Shen Ji was holding towards him and blocked the muzzle with his five fingers.
The elegant face was a little distorted, his eyes had turned completely red, and he seemed like a different person, emitting a musty and sinister aura.
Like a long-dead corpse of flesh and blood, it is being resurrected inch by inch.
"Is it funny?" Qi Yiliao curled his lips meaningfully. He suddenly stretched out his hand, pinched the ear of the young man who was still lying on Shen Ji's shoulder, and rubbed it lightly with his fingertips.
"Xiaobai, good boy, if you are awake, don't pretend to be asleep. You answer it."