"Xiaojing, are you going to go out?" The old lady took the little girl to play in the yard, and just happened to run into a head-on with Pan Xiaojing.
"Well, I was abroad some time ago. After returning to China, I came here to live for more than a week. The Jinshang Garden has been left unattended for a long time. I will go and clean up when I have time today."
Jinshang Garden, where Pan Xiaojing and Song Yu lived outside.
Zhong Yuhong nodded: "Okay, then you go, do you want to come back for dinner tonight?"
"I made an appointment with a friend for a good dinner, so I won't return."
"Let the driver take you there..."
"No need, mom, I drive myself."
"Also, pay attention to safety."
Pan Xiaojing stepped on high heels to leave, Zhong Yuhong watched her walk away and couldn't help but mutter: "If you don't go out, you won't go out. When you go out, both will run out..."
Downtown, Mingyue Square.
The so-called Yinlong Café is just a small street shop with a deserted business and a terrible environment.
She suppressed her disgust and stepped in, and at a glance she saw the innermost table. A man in a hat was drinking tea with her head down and couldn't see her appearance.
Pan Xiaojing walked over: "You—"
The man looked up, revealing a cold and smiling face.
"You are not the driver!" She realized that something was wrong, turned and ran.
Unfortunately, it is too late.
Looking at the woman who was knocked out, the third son took out her mobile phone: "Second brother, someone is here."
"Bring the wharf, warehouse three."
The third son jumped with excitement in his eyes, and carried the person on his shoulder with one hand, went out from the back door, and threw it into the car.
Exhaust billowed, Juechen drove away.
"Everything I know has already been said. You asked me to call and I also called. When can you let me go? Please don't kill me. I promise to get out of here today, and I won’t have anything. Remember, I won’t say a word... if I say it, let me thunder, and I won’t die!"
The man curled up on the ground, crying with his nose and tears.
The two sons were expressionless.
The Shen Hou-like shape is unheard of.
There was a look of despair in the man's eyes, and he met a pair of eyes that were as clean as glazed glaze. They were innocent and simple, but because they were not lively enough, they showed a bit of coldness and dignity.
He crawled to the feet of Zan Zan, and he was driven crazy by fear to ask a kid who didn't understand anything: "Can you help me? You save me... I don't want to die... I really don't want to die..."
Shen Hun raised his eyebrows and stopped the two sons from wanting to move forward with his eyes, leaving enough room for praise.
I saw the little guy standing quietly, without the noise that a child of this age should have, and it is not strange to face the ugliness of a man begging for mercy. Such eyes look like a fool at first glance, but when you look closely, you will find dark pupils. The dark light was surging, like obsidian under the cold moonlight, no matter how mournful and beautiful, the moonlight couldn't make it crystal clear.
And such a pair of eyes will only assimilate all light colors.
Assimilate into unfathomable darkness and untouchable blackness.
In peace, no one knows how a cold and solemn soul is hidden. Perhaps it is as simple as an angel, or evil as a devil, or the same body of god and evil, good and evil
The man calmed down, feeling the coolness little by little and climbed up his back, swam to the back of his neck, penetrated the blood vessels along the skin, and finally invaded the nerves.
The cold, like the tide, gradually submerged him.
too frightening!
This woman, this child-it's terrible!
He didn't know if his nerves were twitching or his body was trembling. The next second he suddenly lost his strength, like mud, limp on the concrete floor.
If he still tried his best to live a grasshopper not long ago, then he is now a bug that has nothing to ask for.
A ridiculous thought even flashed through the man's mind—
Why struggle? It's not bad to die just like that.
Therefore, he slowly closed his eyes, and his hideous face gradually calmed down. There was a sea of flowers blooming in front of him, the air mixed with fragrance, mountains, rivers, seas, birds, beasts, insects, and fish. All the pain would leave him, and I could still see it vaguely. The tablemate I admired when I was young...
Obviously, his body was so painful that he twitched, but the corner of his mouth raised a strange arc.
"Enough, praise and praise!" Shen Hun said coldly.
The little guy raised his head, and the gaze that had fallen on the man turned to his mother, with a little doubt and anxiety.
Shen Hun stroked the top of his hair gently, with gentle force, and softened his tone: "The water overflows when the water is full, and everything has a degree, and he can't die."
"Okay." He nodded.
Although he doesn't know why, but he is willing to obey.
"obedient... ... "
At this moment, the man woke up like a dream and opened his eyes quickly: "What happened to me?! Why did it become like this?! Where are the flowers? Where are the mountains? Where am I..."
Panic, horrified, confused.
Shen Wei said coldly, spit out two words: "Noisy."
The second son immediately stepped forward, sealed his mouth with tape, and suddenly moved his auricle lightly, catching the sound of the engine coming from outside the warehouse.
His eyes were suddenly dazzling: "It should be the third son."
"Very well, all the people who should come are here." Shen Hun smiled gradually.
Pan Xiaojing was awakened from the pain. Both cheeks were hot and painful. The first thing that came into view was a "broken ear", the upper part of which was neatly cut off, looking disgusting and ugly.