In the Gong family villa, the awkward atmosphere spread, and the living room was extremely silent for a while.
Gong Chengbei spoke with difficulty and said, "Dad, you are too old..."
Gong Tian's face darkened: "What do you mean?"
Gong Chengbei said cheekily: "Obviously my age is more suitable for Bian Yu."
Gong Tian: "..." He really never thought that Gong Chengbei would have such thoughts. Before, Gong Chengbei paid much attention to Bian Yu, and even wanted to take care of Bian Yu, but at that time Gong Tian also paid attention to Bian Yu. As long as Gong Chengbei also remembered the friendship he met back then, he still thought, in this case, when he catches Bian Yu, Gong Chengbei and Bian Yu should get along very well.
He just didn't think that Gong Chengbei had been thinking about how to snatch someone from his father.
"How many times have you met Bian Yu?" Gong Tian asked.
Gong Chengbei went back and made a critical attack: "You haven't seen him a few times in total."
Gong Tian: "..."
Gong Chengbei's thoughts at this moment suddenly returned to the business, Gong Chengbei whispered: "Let's not talk about this, Dad, I have something to tell you."
Gong Tian sat down without worry: "Speak."
"I have a classmate named Lin Xuewen, do you remember? She came to see me. She was the one who called the police, she said..." Gong Chengbei's face was a little ugly, and he gritted his teeth: "She said she used to She was kidnapped and almost died, and she saw Bian Yu at the time." Gong Chengbei's voice was slightly hoarse.
The look on Gong Tian's face suddenly faded away, and he could no longer tell the slightest bit of joy and anger.
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Hang Qing couldn't guess the identity of the person who called the police and said he was an insider. Mother Bian is actually a very secretive person, otherwise she would not have been stabbed for so many years. Except for the year when Bian Zheng was in prison, she did too many irrational things, and at other times, she ended up clean.
Although he thought these facts were too disgusting before, so he didn't bother to ask, but this time... but it's not enough to ask.
Hang Qing called over his men who had been by his side for a long time.
"You should have read the latest news as well."
The subordinate smiled and said: "It's all over ten years ago. What can those waste police find out? Please rest assured, master, nothing will happen."
"Someone at the police station reported the case, saying that it was an insider of the year."
The line of men standing in front of them all lost their smiles in an instant. Some people said in amazement, "how could there be any insider to report the crime? This..." They looked at each other and immediately knelt in front of Hang Qing Come down: "Master, it is absolutely impossible that someone among us leaked it out."
In fact, the subordinates of the Bian family can be regarded as the most conscientious subordinates. When Bian Yu stayed at Bian's house, they almost stayed at Bian's house. There really isn't much chance of it being leaked. What's more, most of the people who can gather at the side house are not good people. Unless they are crazy, they will go to the police station by themselves. So Hang Qing knew early in the morning that it couldn't be one of them.
"Do you remember any children who escaped during that time?" Hang Qing could only think about it. Things all happened in the side house, and there are only two kinds of people who can be insiders, one is the perpetrator and the other is the victim. The top and bottom of the Bian family belong to the perpetrators. After they are excluded, naturally only the victims are left.
They looked at each other and whispered, "...Yes, you brought that child out yourself."
Did he take it out himself
Hang Qing searched for Bian Yu's memory, but in the end he couldn't find anything.
"Do you know what that kid's name is?"
"This... The people who entered here have no names."
At this moment, Hang Qing suddenly felt that he burned the photos a little too fast, otherwise he would still be able to take the photos for them to recognize. Now it seems that you can't find the target if you take precautions in advance. Hang Qing said with a light expression, "all of you go down."
The subordinates bowed hurriedly and backed out.
Hang Qing played with the tea cup beside him unconsciously, and his eyebrows gradually wrinkled. He was a little lost, and he didn't even notice when there was another person around him. When Hang Qing put down the empty tea cup, he turned his head and caught a glimpse of Song Puzhi who looked like a pillar.
Song Puzhi stood up straight, and he didn't know how long he had been standing there. When he realized that Hang Qing was looking at him, Song Zhengzhi changed his standing to squatting almost immediately, leaned over to Hang Qing's leg, smiled, and asked in a low voice, "are you having any trouble? Can it work for you?"
Hang Qing glanced at him, and didn't mean to hide: "the Bian family is about to be dragged into the whirlpool..."
"What about you?"
"How can there be any eggs under the nest? If the side family is dragged in, of course I can't avoid it."
"Is it because of those girls? Didn't the police make no progress? " Song Puzhi also frowned, expressing his concern for Hang Qing without reservation.
"An insider has reported the case."
"Who is this person?" Song Quanzhi asked immediately, a little bit of fierce light flashed in his dark eyes inadvertently.
Hang Qing didn't notice this scene, he pushed the tea cup forward and kicked Song Quan: "go and make me a cup of tea."
Song Quanzhi happily took the tea cup and walked out. He came back after about ten minutes. He carried a pot of hot tea in his hand. He carefully poured the tea for Hang Qing, and said in a low voice, "That Who is it?"
"No one knows who it is now, and the police department doesn't know."
Song Jingzhi's eyes flashed: "it doesn't matter, it will always appear. If that person appears... " Song Jingzhi stared at Hang Qing suddenly and said, "You will leave this to me to do. , okay?"
“…There are many people who can do this.”
Song Quanzhi leaned on his leg again: "But there are not many people like me who can go through fire and water for you."
"Your line, someone has already said it."
Song Quanzhi blinked: "There are not many people like me who are willing to warm your bed for you."
Hang Qing: "..." With Song Jizhi's temperament, if they want to sleep together, who will warm the bed for whom
But Hang Qing can almost see that Song Zhengzhi's character has been finalized, and it is nothing short of fantasy to want to correct it in a completely different direction. Hang Qing was simply relieved: "well."
Although there was only one word in his mouth, it was enough for Song Zhengzhi, and the excited expression on his face could not be concealed at all. He climbed up the pole and asked, "Is this a sign that you are letting go of me?"
Hang Qing didn't speak.
Song Zhengzhi laughed to himself: "That's enough, enough..." Anyway, there's still more to come. But thinking of this, a gloomy light flashed in Song Zhengzhi's eyes. It was for the future, so he had to find that person and deal with it as soon as possible. It didn't matter what happened to the Bian family, but he didn't want Bian Yu to follow him.
Hang Qing stood up and walked out with the tea cup in one hand. Unsurprisingly, he saw Jin Jiu again.
I don't know when it started, as long as Song Puzhi entered his bedroom, Jin Jue would definitely be waiting outside. Fortunately, the two now have their own careers. During the day, one has to go to the gallery first, and the other has to go to the company first, otherwise it will be difficult to stop.
"New painting." Jin Jue smiled and handed out the frame he was holding. This painting was much smaller and was still covered with cloth.
Hang Qing nodded: "put it in."
The smile on Jin Jue's face became even stronger, and he hurriedly hugged the painting and went in.
Then Hang Qing didn't let anyone follow him. He searched the villa alone. Maybe even search for missing photos.
The Bian's house is really too big, and this search is just one night. And Hang Qing really found a lot of things. He returned to the bedroom with a gloomy face, carrying a large box in his hand, and his subordinates guarded the bedroom door firmly, not even Song Quanzhi and Jin Jue put it in. Jin Jue could only turn around and go to the studio to paint, but Song Zhengzhi sat down outside the bedroom door. Let him go.
in the bedroom.
Hang Qing sat on the carpet and opened the box, then poured out everything inside.
Several thick albums were covered with dust. There are also two diaries. There are some old baubles too - a missing dagger, a stun stick, a blood-stained rope, a broken stone... and a ring.
That ring was Mother Bian's wedding ring back then. And the rest of the gadgets, yes, they are all tools used by the mother to kill and torture people. Hang Qing never thought that she could be so perverted that she kept them all. These will undoubtedly become irrefutable evidence in the future. Even if Bian's mother dies, it can't be washed away!
Hang Qing closed his eyes to hide the anger in his eyes, and then opened the diary.
The two diaries respectively recorded Bian's mother's mental journey in different periods. The previous one was written when she was still unmarried, and the words were full of gloom. She hated her parents in her notebook, and even wrote frequently that she wanted them to die. The style of this painting is too dark, and Hang Qing felt as if his heart had been weighed down with lead without looking at it much. It was heavy and extremely uncomfortable.
Hang Qing was about to throw the diary away when the wind blew from the window, and happened to turn the diary to the last few pages. Then Hang Qing saw Bian's mother recording the process of her acquaintance with Bian Zheng at a glance. Bian's mother's painting style suddenly changed, her words became lyrical and dreamy, and Bian Zheng became a character like a fairy tale prince in her diary.
Now elementary school Mary Sue doesn't write like that anymore.
Hang Qing suppressed the nausea in his heart and hurriedly threw the diary into the box.
Then there is the second book. The front is the mental journey of Bian Mu's blackening, and even a lot of Bian's mother's desire to kill Bian Yu is written. Hang Qing turned over in a hurry, and then he finally found what he wanted. Before turning many pages, he saw the crime process recorded by Bian's mother.
Maybe in every murder and detective plot, there will be such a caring villain who will record his crime in detail. Of course, Hang Qing also knows that this behavior is psychologically justified. Psychopaths usually record their crimes with a show-off nature. There are written texts, audio recordings, and even video recordings... even the victims' organs are left as specimens.
Hang Qing rubbed his forehead, endured the discomfort and forced himself to look down. With Bian Mu's habit, if a girl escapes, she will definitely record it to vent her dissatisfaction.
"… where would it be?"
Hang Qing's eyes were a little blurry.
At this time, the sky outside was getting brighter and brighter. Seeing that the sun was about to rise, Hang Qing felt faint. He reached out and took a sip from the teacup. It was cold... Hang Qing felt even more uncomfortable all of a sudden.
He stood up, moved his numb legs, and then walked slowly to the door.
He reached out and opened the door.
Outside sits upright a sculpture - Song Puzhi.
Hearing the movement, Song Zhengzhi almost rolled around and turned around, and stood up straight: "I see your lights have been on all night..."
"Go and make me a pot of tea and bring some snacks."
The maid who had been waiting for a long time was about to move when Song Zhengzhi stopped her directly: "Don't move, I'll go."
The maid looked at Song Puzhi and Hang Qing at a loss.
"Let him go."
The maid couldn't tell whether it was him or her, but Song Zhengzhi had already strode downstairs first. Hang Qing turned around and entered the bedroom, the door was not closed again, but no one dared to follow. Hang Qing was not in a hurry to sit back on the carpet. He walked to the small balcony first, took a breath of fresh air, and looked at the red-stained horizon in the distance...
The sound of footsteps gradually sounded in the house, and Hang Qing knew that this was Song Puzhi coming back.
Just as Hang Qing turned around, Song Quanzhi was stunned on the spot with his coat.
It seems that Song Zhengzhi originally wanted to put it on him, but who knew that he just turned around. Hang Qing raised his hand and waved off his coat, and entered the bedroom. The bedroom was warm, even a little hot, so of course there was no need for a coat.
Song Puzhi didn't want to let go either, he stood aside holding Hang Qing's coat.
Hang Qing took a sip of the hot tea poured on the table, the temperature was just right. Song Zhengzhi has always grasped his taste extremely accurately.
I have to say that this is too easy to impress Hang Qing.
For this reason, Hang Qing let him stand aside, and then he continued to pick up the diary and turn back. Song Quanzhi stood there for a while, and found that Hang Qing didn't pay much attention to him, so he sat down cross-legged, holding Hang Qing's coat firmly in his arms.
Song Zhengzhi felt a little sleepy, especially when he was holding the man's coat in his arms, he felt so comfortable that he wanted to fall asleep. But Song Puzhi was thinking about the shallow Wu Qing under Hang Qing's eyes. Bian Yu should not have slept all night. Thinking of this, Song Quanzhi couldn't fall asleep anymore. His eyes widened and he couldn't help staring at Hang Qing tightly.
Hang Qing was completely immersed in the diary, and he didn't notice Song Jingzhi's too focused and scorching gaze, which made it convenient for Song Jingzhi to stare at him recklessly.
Broken hair on forehead.
Green eyes closed slightly.
Straight nose.
Curled eyelashes.
A part of the collarbone protruding from the mouth of the shirt...
So lovely.
How can there be such a beautiful person in the world
Song Xunzhi could hardly suppress the restlessness in his heart.
And at this time, Hang Qing finally found that record! The expression on his face loosened, and the folds between his eyebrows instantly spread out. Mother Bian did mention the girl.
She wrote: I caught the wrong person, but it doesn't matter, no matter where she comes from, she can't go out after entering the side house. (February 5)
She ran away! It even made her run away from the side house! I shouldn't have given this matter to Bian Yu, this useless thing! I sent someone to arrest that girl, and I have to arrest her, or it will be over! (February 6)
If I can't find that little bitch, I'd better die on the road. (February 7th)
Hang Qing frowned and quickly turned several pages.
Fortunately, no one knew about the Bian family. For Ah Zheng, no one can find out what's going on here. There are still so many girls, waiting for Ah Zheng to be lucky after he is released from prison. That little bitch isn't dead. But she was dying in the hospital, so I took a look... Hehe, the doctor said it might burn her brain. Her parents didn't notice anything wrong and sent me out. Hope she just died like this. (February 22)
There are several keywords.
It was a girl who suffered a serious illness around February 22 sixteen years ago and was admitted to the hospital with a high fever. And the girl's family is probably acquainted with Bian's mother. Combined with what I said at the beginning, the wrong person was caught. Hang Qing suddenly thought of those human traffickers who had been tied to Song Jiuzhi and Jin Jue's heads.
So is it possible that the Bian family's subordinates once foolishly tied the children of a wealthy family
After all, a girl who grew up in such a family always dresses up more beautifully.
Then this range can be narrowed down.
Hang Qing breathed a sigh of relief. He changed his sitting position, and only then did his limbs feel sore and weak, and he wanted to lie down like this.
Song Puzhi suddenly came up and said in a low voice, "Are you finished?"
"Hmm. Pack up."
A bright light suddenly lit up in Song Xingzhi's eyes. Bian Yu asked him to clean up? Does it count as giving him absolute trust
Song Puzhi hurriedly knelt on the carpet, leaning over to clean up the things scattered on the floor. Although he was curious about what these were, Song Zhengzhi knew that he should not ask what he should not ask at this time. If Bian Yu was willing to tell him, he would definitely say it. After finally getting signs of Bian Yu's loosening, Song Puzhi didn't want to spoil the present beauty at all.
"Aren't you going to deal with that? Now, I'll give you some information, and you can go and find out who that person is."
The light in Song Zhengzhi's eyes became brighter: "Yes, you can leave it to me! No one would be more willing to do everything for you than me." He was so excited that his voice trembled slightly.
Bian Yu summed up the information and told Song Puzhi, then stood up and said, "Let's go out."
Song Quanzhi followed and got up, but said: "I'll help you put the hot water first, you can take a dip to relieve fatigue."
"Well." Hang Qing also really wanted to take a bath. Since Song Jizhi was so considerate, he let Song Jizhi do it.
After Song Xingzhi put the water in, he didn't stay long. He closed the bathroom door for Hang Qing, and then backed out.
Song Chunzhi went to prepare hot porridge. Of course not him to cook. It was done by the chef, and he brought it to the man himself. By the way, I can also take the opportunity to open the bathroom door and take a look inside. He had all the excuses in mind.
In a few minutes, when Hang Qing was soaked in the warm water and his limbs were weak, the bathroom door suddenly opened.
Hang Qing barely raised his eyelids and looked towards the door. Song Zhengzhi seemed to be standing there with a blushing face and whispered: "You can't soak for too long, it's easy to faint, I'll help you."
Hang Qing also really felt dizzy. He nodded and sat up against the edge of the bathtub.
The bottom of the bathtub is somewhat slippery, especially when Hang Qing's limbs are weak, he feels slippery even more. Hang Qing tried twice and finally gave up. It's better for Song Jizhi to help him up than to slip and fall in the bathtub.
"come over."
Song Quanzhi walked over immediately and held Hang Qing's arm with one hand. With the support, Hang Qing felt more energetic under his feet. He put his other hand on the edge of the bathtub and stood up. As he stood up, the movements of Song Quanzhi's hands also changed. He hugged Hang Qing's waist from behind, and then his whole body became Hang Qing's waist support.
Of course, Hang Qing was no longer wearing clothes in the bathtub.
Song Jiuzhi's hand touched the smooth skin easily, Song Jiuzhi's heartbeat immediately increased, he swallowed unconsciously, and his eyes didn't know where to look.
Hang Qing stood up straight and stepped out of the bathtub.
Song Xunzhi always wrapped his arms around his waist and didn't let go.
When Hang Qing fell to the ground, he felt Song Jingzhi clinging to him, and at the same time he felt Song Jingzhi's high-spirited and mighty lower body.
"Have you had enough?" Probably because of staying up all night and taking a bath for a while, Hang Qing's voice was a little hoarse and low, but at the same time it had an indescribable hook. Song Quanzhi's heart trembled, and he whispered, "I didn't hold enough."
Hang Qing: "..." It's because he underestimated Song Zhengzhi's cheekiness.
"release."
Because the instructions conveyed this time were neat and tidy, Song Puzhi really let go. Hang Qing took two steps forward, and then he felt Song Puzhi's eyes scorchingly on his butt.
Once again, Hang Qing has nothing to say.
young people...
Well, it's normal for young people to have desires, not to mention that he is still the person Song Puzhi likes now
Hang Qing quickly put on a bath towel, and Song Zhengzhi's heavy breathing was relieved a little, but despite this, the man's lingering body was still in his mind.
After Hang Qing walked out of the bathroom, he saw the seafood porridge on the table, which was still steaming slightly.
Song Quanzhi followed, smiled, and said, "Do you want to eat some?"
Hang Qing walked over and sat down, and Song Puzhi immediately followed and served Hang Qing with breakfast. After breakfast, Hang Qing felt that his tiredness and dizziness were almost gone.
"Go out." Hang Qing walked to the bed.
Song Puzhi didn't hesitate, and strode out. It was time for him to look for the girl's message.
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The impact of staying up late on the body is still relatively large. At least after Hang Qing lay down, even if he took sleeping pills, his mind was still full of various thoughts... Later, they even automatically evolved into pictures.
At this moment, Hang Qing vaguely saw a strange picture in his mind.
He saw a girl first.
The girl was very young, wearing a pink skirt, with a fair and cute face, she was the kind of girl who was easy to like. But looking down, Hang Qing saw that the girl was bound, and the person who bound her was very heavy. The girl was tightly bound around her waist and legs, and her exposed calf was even tied up too much. Tight and somewhat bloody. Then his vision widened further, and he saw his surroundings.
This is the side house.
After all, it was so familiar that Hang Qing recognized it at a glance.
The sight widens again.
Then Hang Qing saw himself, oh no, it should be Bian Yu.
Bian Yu when she was young.
It's just that Bian Yu was wearing black clothes, his face was cold, and even his eyes were indifferent. His pale face showed a thick and dark aura of death, which was easily reminiscent of a perverted murderer.
The little girl started to cry. The child's cry was sharp and noisy. Bian Yu frowned in discomfort. He approached the girl and said coldly, "Damn the source of the noise, I will kill you."
The little girl shuddered: "No, wow... don't kill me... "
Bian Yu frowned more and more tightly.
Hang Qing's heart clenched unconsciously.
He had no doubt that Bian Yu would really kill the girl.
At this moment, Bian Yu's eyes changed faintly. He looked at the girl's eyes from unbearable and hatred to doubt and indifference, and finally the eyes in his eyes returned to silence.
The girl was so frightened by Bian Yu's gaze that she cried several times as if she was about to faint.
At this time, Hang Qing also wondered why Bian Yu didn't kill her
If she had endured until this time and didn't do anything, it could show that Bian Yu would not kill her.
"Let's go." Bian Yu suddenly took out her pocket knife and cut the rope.
The girl stopped crying and sat there blankly, as if she didn't know what to do.
Bian Yu frowned and pulled her off the chair, then shoved her out of the door roughly. There were no guards outside the door, so Bian Yu easily took the girl out. They walked all the way to the gate, Bian Yu took the girl into a car, and the car drove out quickly, getting further and further away...
When they reached the edge of the road, Bian Yu threw the girl down.
The girl stood there blankly and watched the car go away.
Hang Qing was also at a loss, why did Bian Yu do this? Did Bian Yu actually do this
Bian Yu's face swayed in Hang Qing's sight, but Hang Qing could still see the coldness on Bian Yu's face and the indifference in his eyes... Hang Qing suddenly understood something. At that time, Bian Yu was still young, and before the late period of ruthlessness and pervertedness, letting go of that girl was probably the only trace of kindness left by Bian Yu. Since then, Bian Yu has never been kind...
Bian's mother strangled Bian Yu, who had good intentions, and then taught a madman who ignored life and regarded human beings as toys.
After that Bian Yu returned to the villa, she met Bian's mother and went crazy.
The young mother Bian was haggard and had a sickly pale face. She yelled wildly and hysterically smashed the things at hand. After Bian Yu entered the door, Bian's mother smashed the vase at her hand at Bian Yu.
Bian Yu didn't hide, and looked at Mother Bian admiringly.
The "click" vase shattered, and blood oozes from Bian Yu's head, arms, neck, and cheeks...
But he still stood there upright.
Mother Bian beat and scolded for a long time, vented enough, and then closed the sleepiness on her body and led a girl upstairs. Bian Yu stood among the broken pieces of porcelain for a long, long time, and when Mother Bian was completely silent, did anyone dare to come forward with a medicine box...
The picture gradually turned dark, and Hang Qing fell into a deep sleep.
Hang Qing slept until the afternoon without realizing it, he struggled from the quilt, and then noticed that there were missed calls from Gong Tian and Gong Chengbei on his mobile phone. Out of courtesy, Hang Qing called back, but he called Gong Tian first.
"Why haven't you answered the phone?" Gong Tian said in a hurry, but after he finished speaking, he seemed to notice that his tone was not very good, so Gong Tian hurriedly added: "I'm sorry I'm too I'm worried about you, so I was a little anxious just now."
"It's okay... is there something wrong?"
"Can you come to the police station?" Gong Tian's tone was serious and serious, which made people wonder if something big happened.
"Okay, I'll come over later." Hang Qing hung up the phone. Could it be that the insider who reported the case has been found
Hang Qing got up and washed his face, became sober, then put on his clothes and went out.
The content of that dream was still swirling in his mind.
It stands to reason that most of the dreams that people have will not be remembered after waking up. But Hang Qing found that his memory was exceptionally clear. Could it be because of the golden fingers obtained after the brain's memory area was specially developed
Hang Qing had to say that that dream was still helpful to some extent.
That was probably the memory that belonged to Bian Yu, but that kind of good deed became a shame for Bian Yu, who was completely blackened later, so he buried that memory deeply, When Hang Qing took over the body, he couldn't find it, and it was only by relying on the diary to wake up the index deep in his memory... So he had such a dream to restore Bian Yu's memory.
Hang Qing put the complicated feelings in his heart first, and then called the driver to go to the police station.
On the way, Hang Qing called Gong Chengbei back.
Gong Chengbei's reaction after receiving the call was similar to that of Gong Tian, thinking that something had happened to Hang Qing.
"You'll be fine!" Gong Chengbei breathed a sigh of relief, then suddenly said, "Bian Yu, come to the police station, I have something to tell you."
He didn't call Hang Qing Mr. Bian anymore. Hang Qing was a little surprised, and it was strange to hear Gong Chengbei's tone. What happened to the father and son? They have something to say to him.
"I'll be there soon." Hang Qing said.
Gong Chengbei suddenly lost his voice: "My dad told you in advance that he asked you to come to the police station?"
"Yep."
Gong Chengbei was silent for a while, and then asked, "...Then do you like my father?"
The turning point of the topic was too great. At that moment, Hang Qing thought that he had heard it wrong, or that Gong Chengbei had said it wrong...
Seeing that Hang Qing was silent, Gong Chengbei on the other end said in a low voice, "You can also consider me. I don't have any other advantages. I believe whatever you say." Gong Chengbei bit out almost word for word. this sentence.
Hang Qing: …
He's about to be in a mess.
What happened to each of these.
Are you lining up to confess
Is this a trend
And do they know how much older he is than them
Only Gong Tian was a few years older than him.
Hang Qing really didn't know what to say, so he simply hung up.
Gong Chengbei on the other side was not depressed either. It took him a long time to put down his arm holding the phone, then looked at the desk in front of him, and repeated in a low voice, "I don't have any other advantages, no matter what you say, I will Letter." His voice was too low, as if speaking to himself.
After a while, Gong Chengbei suddenly stood up and strode towards the police station gate.
Who knew that Gong Tian had already prepared, and waited for Gong Chengbei to walk over to take a look.
His father was also standing at the door with a cigarette in his hand, and he was completely waiting for someone.
Both of them thought of going together and wanted to receive Hang Qing as soon as possible.
Gong Tian stood on the left, Gong Chengbei stood on the right without hesitation.
Gong Tian noticed his appearance and glanced at him coldly: "Why are you running out? Go back!"
"I don't." Gong Chengbei not only did not move his footsteps, but also stood up straighter.
The security guard inside couldn't help but look at the father and son. They felt that it was blowing cold wind. Why didn't they sit in the office and have to stand at the door? Are you going to pick up someone big
The big man Hang Qing's car finally arrived at this moment.
He got out of the car.
Gong Tian and Gong Chengbei stared at him closely at the same time.
They coincidentally overlapped Hang Qing's appearance with the appearance they saw for the first time.
The man was wearing a black suit, still looking like a teenager, with good facial features, as beautiful as a pure girl who was pitiful.
Just such a gentle, intelligent, kind-hearted person... How could he be the person Lin Xuewen said? Gong Tian and Gong Chengbei sneered in their hearts at the same time.
… impossible!