It is more abstract: The deputy CP who has a great influence on Yan Zhen's love concept
===============
Yan Zhen was mentally prepared to face all the exaggerated plots.
It turns out, however, that temperance greatly limited his imagination.
The scene in front of him was more exaggerated than all his speculations put together: Qiao Yizhi was bound by various materials—chains, belts, ropes… all around the sofa, like a worm made by aliens. Cocoon, Yan Ling sat beside him with a sullen face, holding a sharp sharp knife in one hand and a few crumpled papers in the other.
Yan Zhen thought that fortunately, he did not let the driver come in.
Otherwise, the driver has to be paid to keep the Qiao family's reputation.
Just as he was about to say something to ease the atmosphere, Yan Ling had already said, "Mr. Yan, thank you for coming here."
Yan Zhen looked at Qiao Yizhi, then looked at him again. He didn't dare to say anything irritating, so he just nodded: "You're welcome, it should be. Excuse me... What can I do for you?"
"Come and be a witness for us." Yan Ling repeated what he said on the phone.
Yan Zhen glanced at Qiao Yizhi. Qiao Yizhi gestured with his lips to listen to Yan Ling.
Yan Zhen had no choice but to ask again, "What did you witness?"
"From now on," Yan Ling's eyes were as sharp as knives, "he walks his Yangguan Road, I walk my single-plank bridge. The road faces the sky, and we will never meet."
Yan Zhen frowned. Look at Joey again. Qiao Yizhi nodded slightly.
Yan Zhen said yes.
Yan Ling handed over the pieces of paper in his hand: "This is the contract. I have asked him to draw the bet, and I have signed it myself. You can sign it at the witness's place."
Yan Zhen nodded.
I took the paper and looked at it: where are the contract terms? A few sheets of paper that were pinched to hair were covered with random and messy handwriting, all densely packed with words like "Let me go", "I want to go", "Freedom or death". "Something like that...
Yan Zhen breathed for a while, then looked in Qiao Yizhi's direction again.
Qiao Yizhi closed his eyes tightly, frowning and nodding.
Yan Zhen took a pen from the pen holder on the coffee table, looked over it solemnly, and found a blank space on the last piece of paper to sign his name: "Okay."
As soon as the words fell, Yan Ling suddenly burst into flames, flew forward, and grabbed Yan Zhen's arm: "Yan Zhen, Yan Zhen, you are the most reliable, you have testified, you have to watch Yizhi, but It can’t be counted.”—The man who lost his mind was already very strong, but he was desperate again. Although his nails were very round, he immediately tore Yan Zhen’s shirt, leaving a few deep red marks on his arms. .
Yan Zhen gasped with a "hiss" and couldn't help but take a step back.
Yan Ling slumped forward, still thinking about it: "Yan Zhen, you are what you say, but you signed your name..."
Yan Zhen had to quickly agree: "I signed my name and will be responsible."
Yan Ling heaved a long sigh of relief after hearing Yan Zhen's words, and his whole body suddenly froze like a puppet that had been disconnected.
"A Ling-A Zhen! Don't let him fall... Look at his knife!" Qiao Yizhi was so horrified that his voice changed.
Yan Zhen quickly reached out his hand to catch Yan Ling and pulled the knife away.
Qiao Yizhi rushed over and grabbed Yan Ling in his arms.
Yan Zhen had a headache when he saw Qiao Yizhi's body was still hanging around with those fancy entanglements: "You... which one did you sing?"
Qiao Yizhi didn't answer, and focused on Yan Ling's body to check.
Yan Zhen's head hurt even more: "Hey Lao Qiao, what about you... He's fine, he's scratching me!"
Qiao Yizhi checked for a long time and confirmed that it was all right. He carefully carried the person to the sofa and put it away before saying: "Last time I cut my wrist, I managed to get it back, but I was in a state of stupor, and now I finally get a little bit alive, he loves It's up to him to make trouble..." He said with a smile, "Don't look at him like this, you will forget it when you wake up tomorrow, just like when we first started... He's cute and sticks to me again."
Yan Zhen wanted to ask something else, before he sneezed, "What does this smell like?"
"Soothing the gods and incense." Qiao Yizhi replied, his eyes caught on Yan Ling's face, and he reached out his hand to slowly smooth his frown, "Be nice to him."
"Is it useful, don't go to the doctor in a hurry..."
"I don't know, I can only take a gamble," Qiao Yizhi did not shy away, "if he can get better, I would be happy to reduce his 30 years of Yangshou."
"I would have known you today..." Yan Zhen felt inappropriate in the middle of his words, he stopped abruptly, thought about it, and asked again, "Since this is the case, why did you go to support another painter?" - Qiao Yizhi held Shi Lei's art exhibition Battle, at first glance is not normal.
"How dare I!" Qiao Yizhi hurriedly defended, and then shrugged Yan Zhen again, seeing that Yan Ling was asleep before saying, "Yan Ling had been unresponsive to external stimuli at that time, and one day I saw his paintings on the iPad by chance, All of a sudden, my eyes turned to me... don't talk nonsense."
"Okay," Yan Zhen had nothing to say, "I'll go back if I don't have anything to do with me - I'll drive out to wipe your ass if someone at home has not been coaxed."
Qiao Yizhi gave him a big gesture of gratitude: "Coax better, don't imitate me."
"I'm not stupid."
Yan Zhen was thinking of Su Jinxin, and his steps were more hurried than usual. When he reached the door, he stopped again—he signed it after all, and Yan Ling's poignant plea had indeed... touched a part of his hidden softness. It is probably like a parent who sees other people's children suffering, and worries that the same disaster will fall on their own children, and can't help but feel distressed. Since having Su Jinxin, he has been softer than ever before. So he tentatively said to Qiao Yizhi: "If you are really good for Yan Ling, or else..."
Qiao Yizhi immediately understood what he meant, and the thorns all over his body stood up like an angry porcupine: "Don't even think about it. Even if he wants to die, he has to die with me."