Dangerous Contract

Su Lang soaked in the warm bathtub, and the moisture from his fingertips wet the parking lot map in several places.

He carefully looked at the drawings of each layer, and could not see any difference at all.

He really wanted to go to his father or uncle to ask if they knew there was such a secret passage under his property, and what it was for.

But he understands that before the shareholders meeting is about to be held, he still has to suppress his anger and avoid drawing the focus on himself.

After all, his half-brother, Su Shaomao, recently got 3% of the shares from his late mother, and he is very proud of himself.

As long as Su Lang gets into a little trouble or annoys people, the next heir of the Su family has nothing to do with him, and if he wants to get rid of the life of a canary, he has to rely on that little bit of power to make himself stronger stand up.

He lost the blueprint, leaned out of the bathtub, opened the lid of the violin, stood up in the bathtub holding the violin and bow, and began to play.

Paganini's "Bell" has complicated ornamental sounds, which is always a bad place for Su Lang.He practiced in the bathroom countless times, and once even slipped and fell on the floor.

But as long as his fingertips slide on the strings, the real pain can always bring him peace of mind.

He wanted to eject all his depression, irritability, restlessness and dissatisfaction through the strings.

Xiaolan's idiot was coughing, Su Lang heard the sound, and pulled the bow even more vented. He felt that the idiot, like himself, was just looking good.

This personal performance did not stop until Su Lang was exhausted.

He threw away his violin and bow, shook his sore fingers, and returned to the bedroom while wrapping up his bathrobe.

"Cough...cough...cough cough..."

Su Lang reflected that his act of scratching his fingers to flick Xiaolan was too rough, maybe he really frightened that silly bird, so he apologized a little, and prepared to peel an apple seriously for it to eat.

He walked to the round table, smirked at Xiaolan, and touched the apple with his hand, but unexpectedly, he touched a cold envelope.

Su Lang frowned slightly, he was not a very observant person, but he could confirm that there was no such thing here before taking a bath.Not only are there none here, but he can also be sure that he will never want any envelopes to appear in his house.

Because, he is afraid of envelopes.

When he was young, his mother would get hysterical whenever he saw this kind of hard kraft envelope, and as time passed, he didn't want to see this thing anymore.

However, this envelope just appeared on his desk grandly.

Su Lang opened it, and a piece of paper fell out of the envelope, which was printed with a printer: "If you want to survive, enough is enough!"

Su Lang looked back instinctively, there was no one in the room, during the six years he lived here, at least he felt that this place was safe, but at this moment, for some reason, he felt chills all over his body.

Who was it that sneaked into his room in the middle of the night and put down such a thing that annoyed, bored and frightened him.

Su Lang thought of the camera he had installed at home because he was bored, and quickly called the surveillance camera to check it.

Unexpectedly, the networked system has long been attacked by hackers and cannot work normally.

"Fuck!" Su Lang yelled angrily, dismantled the camera and threw it on the ground.

Looking at Xiaolan again, that guy's usual cough is as gentle as saying "hello", but now it's more like an emergency response to some kind of stimulus.

Su Lang approached, Xiaolan dodged, but he still saw the curled feathers around Xiaolan's neck, which seemed to be the mark of being pinched.

Su Lang immediately called the security room and asked them to check who had come to his door within half an hour.

As expected, the security room replied stammeringly: "The monitoring system has been hacked, and it is currently being repaired."

"Heh!" Su Lang smiled wryly, and lay down on the bed.

Tan Zhen was a little unpredictable about his sleep.

He felt that he was obviously sleepy, but he just couldn't close his eyes.

He watched the video bit by bit, doubled speed, doubled speed, and almost recognized the faces of car owners who often appeared in the garage.

Seeing that it was the night when he went to steal the ring.

He saw Su Lang's car parked under the camera. The man looked at his watch from time to time, scratched the air for a while, and his lips squirmed.

Tan Zhen thought it was very funny, and thought, maybe Su Lang couldn't see him, and if any fly or mosquito flew by, that person would nervously ask "Is that you?".

Tan Zhen imitated Su Lang in his brain to the computer, changing his voice and posture, and asked, "Is that you, have you come, have you entered the car door, let me touch..."

After a burst of laughter, Tan Zhen cut off the video of Su Lang scratching at the air and saved it separately, and then continued to look forward.

One day, two days, three days...Tan Zhen still didn't see anything in the underground garage.

At some point, Tan Zhen had already fallen asleep, and in his dream he saw Su Lang anxiously grabbing the air, and kept shouting: "Honey, come, let me hug you! Let me give you a hug!" Give me a kiss, you choose the place, is it okay in my car?"

Su Lang in the dream is always smiling, with low eyebrows and a pleasing look, looking quite flattering and gentle.

Tan Zhen's desire｜fire burned in his heart, and he was about to rush forward to cater to him.

"Wow!"

Tan Zhen woke up suddenly, his normal reaction in the morning made his abdomen swell.

He hurried to the bathroom to drain the water, rubbed his eyes and went back to the living room.

She actually had a dream, and even had that kind of dream, where Su Lang in the dream wanted to be hugged softly and charmingly, what the hell is this.

He opened the curtains and checked the time. It was already past nine o'clock in the morning of the second day.

When I returned to the sofa, I found that the computer was not turned off, and the video recording was automatically playing file by file.

"Heh!" Tan Zhen sighed, and was about to turn off the video so that the computer could rest for a while. Suddenly, a security guard ran past the screen in a hurry.

Tan Zhen suddenly pressed pause and zoomed in on the image. The security guard was none other than Lao Zhang who died in a car accident the day before!

Tan Zhen sharpened the picture in multiple layers and enlarged it again. It turned out that although his back was facing the camera, he could still see that he was holding something in his arms.

What is it?

Tan Zhen's head buzzed, instinctively feeling that he had found something.

He quickly picked up the phone to call Su Lang, but unexpectedly the doorbell rang.

"Ding dong!" So the doorbell can ring?

It has been a long time since Tan Zhen moved here, and he has never heard it ring.Could it be that the doorbell was repaired when the light bulb came back on the night before?Tan Zhen felt dizzy, not sure if it was a dream or not.

He covered the computer, got up and went to open the door.

I saw Su Lang standing at the door, holding the mynah named Xiaolan in his hand.

"I was about to call you." Seeing the person in the dream appearing in front of him, Tan Zhen suddenly smiled, stretched out his index finger and rubbed mynah's head, and said, "Hello."

Mynah ignored him, her black eyes rolled erratically, and when she got nervous, she started coughing again.

Su Lang has no energy in his whole body, as if he has been drained of energy by a monster, and he still holds a bag of sugar cakes in his hand.

"Eat it, it's not hot anymore." Su Lang stuffed the sugar oil cake to Tan Zhen, put down Xiaolan and turned to Tan Zhen's bedroom, fell asleep without saying anything.

What the hell did this person do? Tan Zhen didn't know what to do, and chased after him while opening the bag of sugar oil cake.

Su Lang was lying on the bed, already asleep, breathing evenly.