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Ye Ye's hair was pulled in that room, and Ling was sitting in the office processing documents in this room. He signed his name at the end of the last document brought by the secretary in the morning, and turned his gaze out of the window.

It was already November, and the winter brought a cold wind into City A, and the clouds in the sky were low, as if a blizzard was brewing.

The pen in Bian Ling's hand tapped lightly on the table, and he suddenly remembered that when the first snow fell in previous years, the child surnamed Ye's red nose and snow-covered eyelashes were blown in the cold wind. The snow doll piled up by snowflakes, the snow doll is wrapped in a red scarf and wearing a dark blue coat. After seeing him, he smiled happily.

Realizing what he thought of, Bian Ling paused the pen in his hand, and then let out a chuckle.

Actually two years have passed.

For two years, it is inevitable to put some sincere care into raising a puppy, not to mention the wholehearted admiration of a clean boy.

At first he thought that this so-called "admiration" and "pursuit" would not last long, but month after month, year after year, Ye Zhuo was still the same as when he confessed his love for the first time, with soft and obedient eyes There will be joy when the two are alone, not to mention the freshly picked seasonal flowers that will appear in the room whenever they stay overnight.

There was still dew hanging on the petals, and the wet ground wet Uncle Bian's cold heart.

He was amazed by the young man's protracted love, and his eyes gradually stayed on the other party's body a little more.

Thinking of the text message sent by the child two days ago asking when to go back, Bian Ling reached for the phone, but before his fingertips touched it, the body vibrated first, and the screen lit up, showing that there was a call waiting to be connected.

Bian Ling picked up the phone and raised his eyebrows slightly.

This mobile phone number is very private, not many people know it, and any one of them should not display "unknown call" when they open it.

By coincidence, Bian Ling answered the call.

"Hello." Bian Ling said.

There was a short and strange silence on the other end of the phone, no one spoke, but Bian Ling heard the sound of cloth rubbing against his body and the muffled sound of something hitting his body, and a familiar voice came over: "Uncle Bian..."

The voice that has just passed the voice change period is still a little slender, with an inaudible tremor at the end, as if trying to take a deep breath to calm down, but still can't hold back the panic.

Bian Ling's eyes widened for a moment, and he guessed something almost in the next second. He took out a piece of paper and quickly wrote a few words, then stood up from behind the desk, strode to the secretary's desk and handed it to her. The tone softened a bit, and asked with a hint of comfort: "Ye Zhuo?"

The secretary was taken aback by Bian Ling's sudden appearance, but with years of professionalism, he could read the words on the paper almost immediately, and quickly picked up the phone to call Bian's house.

After seeing the secretary's movements, Bian Ling turned and left her desk and walked to the window.

The other end of the phone seemed to be under the control of another person, and the voice obviously passed through the voice changer with a weird tone and said with a smile: "President Bian, I won't talk nonsense if there are too many, if you want to keep this kid alive, give me 3000 million at one o'clock at noon Put it behind the third gas station on the North Expressway in City A."

Bian Ling squinted his eyes and looked at the clouds that were lowering behind the tall buildings in the distance, and his voice seemed to be stained with frost: "Where shall we go to pick up Ye Zhuo?"

"As expected of a wealthy family, Boss Bian, there is no bargaining at all." The person on the other end of the phone laughed loudly, and the voice changer was especially harsh and sharp, "Don't worry, we don't have the heart to hurt such a juicy kid. .”

"One o'clock at noon, we are waiting for you, Mr. Bian."

Bian Ling put down the phone, turned around and saw the secretary waiting next to him, and immediately reported the content of the call when the call ended: "Ye Zhuo is indeed missing, and the person who followed secretly Two bodyguards were found fainted in the tool room of the shopping mall, and the housekeeper has notified Mr. Bian Chen."

Bian Ling said, "Understood."

3000 million is really nothing to the Bian family, but the two brothers have never had the habit of giving away—what's more, when his brother brought him home, he swore that he could protect him, but now he is being held by three unknown people. The older generation slapped him in the face, and he was probably more annoyed than himself.

Bian Ling turned back to the office, took his coat from the coat rack, and had already called Bian Chen.

His eyes behind the lens are dark and dark, his expression is colder than before, the corners of his lips are slightly down because of displeasure, even though he knew that Bian Chen would definitely be able to chase the phone and find those three ignorant stupid things before one o'clock, but Still feeling a bit upset that his captive child was taken away.

He wants to bring him back himself.

At noon in November, there was no sunlight at all, but it was snowing lightly. The young boy, who was as thin as he could break, was dragged by the three men to the ground outside the warehouse. Someone grabbed his arm, someone Taking out the knife, they discussed a few words, looked at the expressions of the people on the ground and smiled, and then viciously inserted it directly into the boy's only intact leg, as ruthlessly and decisively as chopping pork.

"Neither one leg, nor two legs." The man with the knife sneered, "For the sake of 3000 million yuan, don't say I didn't give you a way to survive."

"It's so cold today, maybe you survived?"

Ye Ye wanted to scream and scold his mother, but he couldn't utter a single word when he opened his mouth, his eyes turned black, and the severe pain made it difficult for him to even breathe, but he didn't faint.

Ye Ye felt the blood spurting out along the wound, soaking the ground and soaking the clothes, the three bastards didn't stay much, only Xiaoxue was still falling, and quickly covered his body with a layer of red white.

The temperature plummeted, and Ye Ye's consciousness became more and more lax. He could no longer feel the existence of any skin on his body, only the wound still had some tingling pain.

Ye Ye intermittently said to the system: "Am I going to die?"

The system is ruthless: [Yes. 】

Ye Ye exhaled tremblingly, his eyes almost closed: "Made, I thought there would be a last word for me to say... so I didn't dare to faint..."

Before the words fell, the system heard the sound of a car passing by in the distance. It separated from the host's body and floated above the small world, and saw Bian Ling's car approaching.

The system hesitated for a moment, then turned to look at the host's pale face due to the low temperature and blood loss. After all, he couldn't bear to say: [Host, take another breath, Bian Ling is here. 】

Ye Ye, who loves his job and works hard, really held his breath when he heard the words, his eyelashes trembled again and again before they were completely closed, until he heard the sound of chaotic footsteps getting closer, Ye Ye tried hard to take a look, saw that it was really Uncle Bian, worked hard I wanted to squeeze out a poignant smile: "Uncle Bian..."

His voice was barely audible.

"I finally waited for you..."

Ye Ye's eyes were blurred, so that he didn't see the rare cold expression of Uncle Bian whom she was thinking about day and night.

"Have you caught anyone?"

The ambulance personnel brought by Bian Ling quickly stopped the bleeding and rescued them. Bian Ling looked at the young boy's thin, undulating chest and tightened his fingers. He turned his head and asked the secretary next to him. His tone was clearly calm and steady as usual, but the secretary still He shivered involuntarily.

"I've caught them all." She lowered her head and replied, "I'm about to send them to the police station."

"Don't bother the police." The secretary heard their boss, who was like a flower in the kaolin, laugh. The laughter was cold and gloomy, as if it had been poisoned and mixed with ice. "Bring him back."

The secretary lowered his head even lower, not daring to say a word: "Okay."

In November when the first snow fell, Ye Zhuo never opened his eyes again. He was covered with a white cloth and pushed out of the operating room. Come out, for fear of offending Lord Hades by accident.

When the ambulance came back, everyone in the hospital could clearly see the expression on the second master of the Bian family.

Unexpectedly, Bian Ling didn't react too much. He looked at the white cloth and was silent for a while, then looked away and said to the doctor, "Thank you for your hard work."

The doctor bowed his head flatteredly: "It's nothing, I ask Mr. Bian to express my condolences."

"...Is there any smoke?"

Bian Ling was wearing a black overcoat and stood at the entrance of the hospital. His hair was blown by the howling wind. With a cigarette between his fingers, he looked at the houses covered with a thin layer of snow in the distance.

Bian Chen is cold-tempered, and there are not many people who care about him, and even less contact with Ye Zhuo. Although it is inevitable to regret Ye Zhuo's departure, he is not too sad. After coming here, he arranged the funeral in a few words Walking to Bian Ling's side, he was taken aback when he saw the cigarette in his hand: "Don't you like the smell of cigarettes?"

Bian Ling turned to look at him, the low temperature made his face whiter than snow, and his lenses were fogged, he twitched the corners of his mouth and showed a specious smile, and asked instead: "Does Bian Shen know?"

"...No." Bian Chen frowned, thinking of Bian Shen's appearance every time he saw Ye Zhuo, he was silent for a moment, "It's rare to have someone to accompany, I guess it will be sad for a while now."

Bian Chen spoke lightly, Bian Ling answered casually, shook off his cigarette butt and said to himself: "Is that so."

Bian Chen didn't want to get entangled in this question, and instead asked: "What about those three people?"

"I don't know." Bian Ling squinted his eyes and sneered softly, "You're dead."

The author has something to say: make up your mind about the bewildered mood of the kid Bian Shen who didn't appear in this chapter happily came home and received the bad news.

Those who hear it are sad and those who see it cry.

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Substitute Lover Ye Ye is coming soon!