The correct posture of gratitude

The sound of the door opening suddenly sounded, followed by the sound of turning on the light, and the sound of hesitant footsteps.

Lin Cheng suddenly sat up from the bed, his eyes widened, his muscles tensed, and he even forgot to breathe.

Under the guise of asset statistics, An Ning asked for his father's property list.

An Zhiyuan thought that his son had become interested in family property since he returned to China after studying finance, and he was willing to show his wealth to his son.

But he didn't know that his son's ulterior motives were not in drinking.

An Ning's goal was achieved, and he actually found the specific address of this apartment near his high school alma mater in the long pile of real estate listings.

He didn't know why he had to find such a place, and he felt vaguely that it was a very unusual place.

Now, here he is, standing in the living room of this house, looking around.

The elegant home furnishings are his favorite style.

He has lived here.Just, with whom?nanny?housekeeper?Or... which bodyguard?

He was puzzled, wanted to know, tried hard, but couldn't remember.

He paced up and down the room, looking around, eager for clues.

He came to the bedroom door, touched the switch, and pressed it.

A figure was silently half-sitting on the bed with its hands propped up, like a ghost traveling through time.

An Ning's first reaction was not fear, but a sense of joy.

Is what he was looking for the person in front of him?

He looked carefully, and when he saw the appearance of that person, he finally awakened the inexplicable fear in his heart.

He remembered that just over a month ago, not long after he returned to China, he saw this person in his back garden.

He appeared suddenly, like today, like a ghost without substance.

He called him "A Ning" at that time, but it shattered his whole soul.

Unspeakable pain permeated his whole body, he couldn't control himself, trembling and moaning, sweating profusely, vomiting again and again until he passed out.

After waking up, he vaguely remembered what happened, but the painful memory and subconscious self-protection made him unwilling to think deeply about the origin of the unreal illusion, so he gradually forgot it.

At this time, I saw it again, and the situation at that time became clear again.

The instinctive resistance to the pain made him turn pale all of a sudden, and he also became afraid of the person in front of him.

Lin Cheng saw him from being dazed with a little brilliance, to being astonished when he thought of something, to the panic welling up on his brows.Seeing that he was about to turn around and run, he hurriedly raised his hands in a gesture of surrender, signaling that he was not in any danger at all, and used all his strength in his mouth to appear gentle and deceitful: "You, don't be afraid, I won't hurt you, I swear, I will never hurt you..."

However, An Ning had already started to have a headache and body pain, and she staggered back while holding her body with both hands.

Lin Cheng wanted to hug him in his arms, but his legs and feet seemed to be tightly bound by something, and he didn't dare to move half a step easily.

He is afraid of him, loathes him, feels pain, and faints.

He couldn't get any closer.

After a long while, Lin Cheng felt that a long thread pulling his heart was torn apart by An Ning who was away, and he was bleeding all over his body, and he was so painful that he couldn't feel it.

He got up tiredly, wanting to chase out.Don't let him notice, just watch him get home safely from a distance.

When he walked to the door, he suddenly heard a soft yell from the sofa: "Don't come here, don't let me see your face!"

Lin Cheng was ecstatic, his An Ning did not leave, but hugged his thin shoulders and shivered in the corner of the sofa.

"Ah..."

He couldn't help calling him, but was interrupted roughly: "Shut up, don't talk!"

Lin Cheng's heart, which had been in severe pain just now, seemed to be poured into sweet rain, and it was cool and refreshing.

For so many years, listening to such a scolding is an unavailable luxury for him.

"Who are you? Why are you here?" His young master asked him.

It was still so unreasonable that he was not allowed to speak, but asked him questions.

Lin Cheng obeyed his previous order and kept silent.He really didn't know what kind of answer would not irritate him.

His young master was still unexpectedly annoyed: "Are you dumb? Talk!"

"I...I..." The tall and stern bodyguard hesitated and didn't know what to say.

Just then, there was a knock on the door.

"An Ning, are you inside?" It was An Zhiyuan's voice.

It seems that he, the nominal house owner, does not know the door lock code.

An Ning dawdled for a while before standing up, half turned her head to look at Lin Cheng's toes standing by the bedroom door, and went to open the door.

An Zhiyuan glanced directly at his son, and looked at Lin Cheng in the room, with a murderous look on his gloomy face.

"You really are back, the lingering thing."

After finishing speaking, he waved his hands behind him, and said to others: "Take the young master home."

The people outside the door came to ask An Ning to move, but An Ning didn't move, looking at his father and asked, "Who is he?"

The corners of An Zhiyuan's eyes twitched, and he snorted coldly, "He? He is a despicable and dangerous person. The almost kidnapping of you and your mother was also related to him."

In the shadows, Lin Cheng revealed a beast-like cold and fierce light.An Zhiyuan is so brazen, when Lin Cheng helped An Ning and his mother from being kidnapped, he said that he was related to that incident, it seems correct after careful investigation.However, An Ning, whose memory was damaged, was ambiguous, and it was easy to identify him as the villain who hurt his mother.

An Ning stood still for a long time, wondering if he believed his father's words.

An Zhiyuan was a little anxious, and waved his hand to signal the subordinates he brought to act, take An Ning away first, and then deal with Lin Cheng who doesn't know what to do.

The subordinate stretched out his hand to pull An Ning's arm, but he swung it away suddenly.

He turned his head slowly, his eyes flickering from side to side to avoid looking at Lin Cheng's face, but there was a stubborn look in his eyes: "I want you to tell yourself, who are you? Why did you appear in this house?"

Lin Cheng looked at his beloved boy from a distance that was not too far away, but suddenly he smiled, and the smile was hidden in the shadow of the wall.

He said: "I'm Lin Cheng, your bodyguard, and the one who loves you the most in this world!"

An Zhiyuan cursed in a low voice, pulled An Ning with one hand, and gestured with the other. The people behind him were moved by the wind, and they were about to rush towards Lin Cheng who was in the room.

Unexpectedly, without waiting for them to move, a sudden change came from outside the gate, and another group of strong and well-dressed figures appeared, knocking down most of An Zhiyuan's men three times and two times.One of them was even more agile, he stretched out his arm to hook the unsuspecting An Zhiyuan, and put the sharp blade in his hand on the vitals of his neck.

This sudden change came too fast, in just the blink of an eye, An Zhiyuan, who was always used to rampage, was captured by his opponent.

This was something he hadn't expected.

When did that taciturn little bastard who was once valued by him and who followed his son sincerely grow sharp minions?

He knew that he was careless and underestimated the enemy.I just felt that my chest was burning with anger, and I wished I could tear that bastard into pieces.

"Kill me right now if you have the ability, you wolf-hearted thing! I really regret bringing you home at that time. Feel your conscience and ask, what is wrong with me, An Zhiyuan, that you want to repay me like this? "

Lin Cheng turned a deaf ear to An Zhiyuan's angrily questioning, and his eyes were fixed on An Ning without blinking.

"Ah~" A painful muffled groan sounded, and An Ning crouched down with her head in her arms.

"I don't... don't want to miss you, don't remember you... I hurt so much... Ah~ I hurt so much..."

Lin Cheng's heart was torn apart by his cries of pain, and he ran towards his young master regardless.

But it was still a step too late, An Zhiyuan desperately broke free from the man who imprisoned him, rushed to hug his son, and shouted at Lin Cheng who was approaching: "Go away, you haven't hurt him enough!" Do you want to kill him?"

Lin Cheng seemed to have been hit in the chest with a sledgehammer, he stopped in a dull manner, letting the blood in his body make his eye sockets ache and hot.