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When he got home, Zhao Qingyuan looked very bad.

On the way, he called Yan Luo, but no one answered.The child didn't know whether he was asleep or angry.

Zhao Qingyuan was anxious in his heart, with a look of anxiety on his face.

In addition to the torment by Jiang Yan in the hotel room, Zhao Qingyuan's mood has improved recently because Yan Luo is more obedient, and he was completely tossed tonight.

Along the way, Zhao Qingyuan kept his face sullen and silent, in a terrible mood.

Before entering the house, Zhao Qingyuan answered a phone call from the subordinate Yan Luo sent to protect Su Xiaoyu. The person told him about Su Xiaoyu's situation. learn.

There are people watching Su Xiaoyu or Yan Luo...

After realizing this key point, Zhao Qingyuan frowned, and couldn't help thinking about it in a certain way.

Out of some hunch, he sent more people over.

That dark aura reappeared, if it was Yan Luo... the face reappeared in Zhao Qingyuan's mind, with a cold and sharp outline, like a deep pool

general eye...

Zhao Qingyuan suddenly shivered.

He looked up at the bright house in front of him, couldn't move for a moment, and was slightly dazed.

After entering the room, Zhao Qingyuan took a shower again.

In fact, it has been washed in the hotel, but he always feels unclean.

As the bubbles become richer, the bathroom is filled with a scent of mixed pine wood and snow, a kind of coldness under the snow and ice in winter.

Calming, sobering.

Zhao Qingyuan stood under the shower, pouring foam from his face on his back.

The past is like the water in the shower, constantly emerging.

More than ten years ago, the old neighborhood.

"then."

The boy threw a sharp knife at the boy's feet.

The handle has a beautiful pattern, without a sheath, it is a fruit knife, but it is much more refined than ordinary fruit knives.

"I don't want it." The boy glanced down at the knife on the ground and replied coldly.

"If you don't, I can't save you. It's common for people to die in this place. If you don't have anything to defend yourself, you will only be bullied."

The boy's gorgeous face was illuminated by the setting sun, and he was domineering.

The boy didn't move, his eyes were on the sunset.

The boy snorted coldly with disdain, walked to his feet, bent down and picked up the knife.He took the knife to his clothes and wiped it, and casually spat at the boy.

"Zhao Qingyuan, why are you so indifferent?" The young man withdrew his gaze and looked at him with a hint of bewilderment in his eyes.

"It doesn't matter what?"

"Kill..." the young man said in a light voice.

"Killed. Robbed, robbed..."

Every time he uttered a word, his tone became lighter, and when the last word fell, his voice almost disappeared.

His facial features are very regular, his outline is clear, his eyebrows are sharp, and he looks like a murderer without blinking an eye.But his eyes were like a pool of clear water, washing away all the murderous look on his face.

Zhao Qingyuan looked at him, somewhat confused.

His beautiful eyebrows raised, and he twirled the knife in his hand and said to the boy: "Why should it matter? This is the law of survival. If you want to live or live well, you have to follow it."

Then he stood on tiptoe, put the knife on the boy's neck and laughed.

"You just came here, you don't understand."

"I don't understand." The young man shook his head, his eyes still full of bewilderment.

"I can not do it."

Picking up the tip of the knife, the sharp tip slashed across the young man's skin. The young man only felt a trace of coolness, and then the warm liquid flowed out.

"If you can't do it, you will be punished like this."

Zhao Qingyuan let him go with a smile, then took out a band-aid from his pocket, quickly tore it open and stuck it on the boy's neck.

After finishing everything, he jumped away with a smile, then threw the knife to the boy's feet again, and said with a big smile, "Chen Cang, take it, it's very practical!"

Before the boy could react, he ran away.

The afterglow of the setting sun sprinkled all over the ground, shining on the mottled mud walls and broken paths.

The knife was under Chen Cang's feet, reflecting the light coldly.

A few months later, Chen Cang was captured by a gang leader.

When Zhao Qingyuan heard about it, he sneered disdainfully, and made fun of Chen Cang in front of others. He repeatedly emphasized that Chen Cang didn't listen to advice, and he deserved such a thing to happen.

But after everyone left, he calmed down, silently thinking about the boy standing in the sunset and his blank eyes.

Three years later.

Relying on his ability to manipulate people's hearts, Zhao Qingyuan managed to control more and more areas. At the same time, he gradually got in touch with the Yan family to prepare for entering the Yan family in the future.

The knife and the poor heart that was rare at that time faded away with time.

But just when he was about to forget it all, the knife cut open his dusty memory again.

One rainy summer day, the gang leader died.

— Knife kills.

A small knife with a patterned handle was stuck on his body, under the knife was a large area of ​​blood smeared, and the dirty black and red color was extremely dazzling on the white shirt, which was shocking.

With this knife, Chen Cang took over everything from the dead man, and with a more ruthless and terrifying method, he quickly expanded his power.There was warm blood under the cold tip of the knife, and the cruel method made Chen Cang sit higher and higher, and his heart became more and more ruthless.

Zhao Qingyuan was already at Yan's house when we met again.

At that time, he was holding Yan Luo, and when he was walking in Yan's garden, he met a person head-on.

The man was all in black, with gloomy eyes.

A pair of eyes were bottomless black.

"Zhao Qingyuan." The man called out his name in one gulp.

Zhao Qingyuan was stunned for a long time, and it took a long time before he overlapped the person in front of him with the boy back then.

"Chen Cang?" He still asked with some uncertainty.

"It's me." A smile appeared on Chen Cang's indifferent face.

"Thank you for the knife," he said.

Then he bent down and looked at Yan Luo, and he straightened up after a while.

"The child is so beautiful." He smiled slightly, "I will pick him up when he grows up."

"Uncle eats candy." Yan Luo reached out and handed the candy over.

"That's good." Chen Cang smiled slightly, reached out to get the candy, Zhao Qingyuan grabbed his hand suddenly, his eyes were fierce: "What are you going to do?"

"Nothing." Chen Cang said with a smile, "I see you like him so much, and I'm also curious."

"Do you dare to try to move him!?"

"Don't worry." Chen Cang patted him on the shoulder, "He's still young, let's talk about it when he grows up."

Zhao Qingyuan wiped the water off his face and put his head on the mirror.

The aroma of pine wood in the bathroom is still there, transpiring in the heat, making people feel refreshed.

He remembered clearly what happened afterwards.

When did Chen Cang accept what kind of commission, and what kind of power has Chen Cang developed...

As well as the major cases that shocked the whole city, under Zhao Qingyuan's investigation, they all pointed to Chen Cang.

Zhao Qingyuan grabbed the towel and wrapped it around, and opened the bathroom door.

He didn't even put on any clothes, and walked directly to Yan Luo's bedroom.

The door was unlocked and opened with a twist.

Yan Luo was lying on the bed watching cartoons, with headphones hanging on his sides, and there were several bags of snacks and a bottle of Coke beside him.Zhao Qingyuan closed the door, went to the bed, lifted his foot and collapsed, and hugged him.

Being hugged suddenly made Yan Luo stunned for a moment, then he took off his earphones and looked at Zhao Qingyuan.

"Zhao Qingyuan?"

With a trace of indistinct fragility in Zhao Qingyuan's eyes, he raised his hand and turned Yan Luo's head away.

"Let me give you a hug," he said.

Yan Luo didn't know what happened to Zhao Qingyuan suddenly, so he instinctively wanted to talk back.But just as he was about to speak, he suddenly felt that Zhao Qingyuan's hand holding him was trembling.

Yan Luo was startled, and the words came to his lips, but he swallowed them again.

He didn't move anymore, and let Zhao Qingyuan hug him obediently.

There was a scent of pine wood in the room, and Yan Luo smelled it quietly without making a sound.

It's the smell of Zhao Qingyuan, he thought.

From the time he met Zhao Qingyuan, Zhao Qingyuan had a good smell on him, but at that time the smell was uncertain, sometimes it was sweet and greasy, sometimes it was cold...

Until Yan Luo wrinkled his nose and sniffed Zhao Qingyuan one time, Zhao Qingyuan's ambiguity was fixed.

It has been this quiet and ignorant way for more than ten years.

After a long time, Yan Luo moved in Zhao Qingyuan's arms. He felt a little uncomfortable and wanted to change his position.

"What's wrong?" Zhao Qingyuan said, his voice a little hoarse.

"I...I want to change positions."

"uncomfortable?"

"Ah."

Zhao Qingyuan let him go and lay down on the bed together with him.

"What's wrong with you?" Yan Luo asked suspiciously.

He was fine before he came back, but Zhao Qingyuan seemed to have something on his mind because he hadn't seen him for several hours.

"It's nothing. Did you send someone to protect Su Xiaoyu?"

"You know?" Yan Luo leaned over and leaned his head on Zhao Qingyuan, "You didn't answer my calls."

"Yeah." Zhao Qingyuan said calmly, "Jiang Yan vomited all over me, and I broke the phone."

"Ah!?" Yan Luo suddenly raised his head from Zhao Qingyuan and stared at Zhao Qingyuan in surprise.

He knew about Zhao Qingyuan's obsession with cleanliness, and Jiang Yan spat all over him...

"You...you didn't do anything to him, did you?"

"What? Only care about your little cousin?" Zhao Qingyuan smiled, raised his hand and pressed his head to his chest again.

"Am I closer to him?" Yan Luo chuckled.

Hearing his laughter, Zhao Qingyuan became more worried.

Yan Luo is his most precious treasure, and he doesn't want him to suffer any harm.

But Chen Cang...

In recent years, Chen Cang's deeds have become worse and worse. Although compared to the Yan family, Chen Cang's power is nothing, and even compared to the Shen family, Chen Cang is not as powerful.

But their methods are cruel and insidious, if you provoke them, they may stab you in the back at any time.They don't care about the glory or not, they only care about whether they can achieve their goals.

"You are the most important." Zhao Qingyuan hugged Yan Luo tightly.

"Ok?"

"Xiao Luo."

"What's wrong with you, Zhao Qingyuan?" Yan Luo became more and more surprised, Zhao Qingyuan had never been like this before, and such a Zhao Qingyuan made him very uneasy. "Xiao Luo." Zhao Qingyuan didn't answer his words, and shouted to himself.

A moist and warm touch suddenly came from the neck, touching gently and carefully on the skin.

Yan Luo froze for a moment, then froze.

Zhao Qingyuan's kiss landed gently on Yan Luo's neck, and along with the spine all the way down, through the pajamas, Yan Luo's back constantly felt vague sensations.