[Quick travel] It's all because the host is so charming

Because of Song Qi's cold and fever, his afternoon play was temporarily canceled and replaced by An Yao's solo play.

Lailai supervised Song Qi to take the medicine on time and left him to rest in the room alone.

Song Qi fell into a drowsy sleep, and suddenly heard someone knocking on the door.

His legs were weak, and he dragged his heavy and limp body to the door. When he opened the door, he saw a man in black who was fully armed and wearing a mask.

"Who are you?" Song Qi took a step back and looked at him warily.

"Qiqi," the man in black took off his mask, revealing a twisted and treacherous smile, "Don't you remember me so soon?"

It was the fanatical fan who proposed to him in public last time!

Song Qi was startled, and just about to close the door, the man grabbed his wrist tightly.

"Qiqi, I'll take you to a place." He pushed open the door vigorously, looking at Song Qi with greedy and revealing eyes, "a...a place that only belongs to the two of us."

"No! Get out!" Song Qi wanted to call for help, but the man covered his mouth and nose with a drugged towel.

"I heard you're sick, Qiqi," he slowly rubbed Song Qi's wrist, with a morbid smile on his lips, "You look so pretty when you're sick, like a delicate white rose... ..and this rose can only belong to me..."

A trace of cruelty flashed in his eyes: "As for others, don't even think about it."

[007, don't be dumbfounded!Hurry up and save me...]

[Sorry about the host, since the current spiritual power value is not yet full, spiritual power cannot be used. ] 007's guilty voice sounded in the space.

[You're such a piece of trash...] Before Song Qi finished speaking, her mind sank, and she lost consciousness the next second.

-

An Yao was thinking about Song Qi when he was filming, and he was rarely absent-minded. The director saw his worry, patted him on the shoulder and comforted him: "I know you are very worried now, and you can't wait to go back to see him, hey, young man That’s how it is when you’re in a relationship... I’m someone who has experienced it, and I understand everything. I’ll let you go after filming this scene properly.”

An Yao:?

Can you stop uttering such shocking words in such an all-knowing tone?

God damn love.

What kind of love are you talking about? !

But since the director was willing to let him play earlier, he naturally wished for it.

After changing her costume, An Yao was just about to go to the hotel when she saw Lai Lai running towards her in panic.

"What's wrong?" An Yao frowned at her.

"No...it's not good..." Lai Lai panted, "Song...Song Qi is gone!"

"What's missing?" An Yao paused, feeling uneasy, "Did you go shopping?"

"No..." Lai Lai shook his head with tears in his eyes, "His mobile phone wallet, he didn't take anything...and the door of his room is open, the porch The carpet at the place was dragged several meters away, as if someone had pulled it at the door."

An Yao's heart suddenly sank.

"Have you checked the monitoring?"

"Not...not yet." Lailai wiped away tears and stammered, "As soon as I found out, I came here to find you."

"Fuck." An Yao took a few steps back and forth, forcing himself to calm down, "I'll check the monitoring, you go to contact the director and the others, call the police immediately!"

"Okay...Okay." Lai Lai ran towards the crew.

An Yao has never been so clueless. He has always been calm and calm, but when he thinks of Song Qi still having a fever, but being kidnapped so blatantly... His heart feels like being stabbed by a knife Gouged out the general.

"I need to check the monitoring. This afternoon, the monitoring screens of 407 and the corridor on the fourth floor, please help me to retrieve them all."

"Okay, wait a minute." As the hotel staff adjusted the monitoring time forward bit by bit, An Yao's eyes locked on the black figure.

"Pause!"

It's him.

An Yao's eyes were about to burst.

It was the fanatical fan he warned about last time.

What he intends to kidnap Song Qi, any fool can guess.

An Yao clenched his hands by his side into fists.

How can he let others defile someone who he is reluctant to touch?

"Hey, brother..." An Yao stared at the black jeep in the monitoring system of the parking garage, his voice was gloomy and hoarse, "Help me check the license plate number..."

-

Song Qi woke up in a pitch-black softness.

Recalling the terrifying smile of the man before he lost consciousness, Song Qi couldn't help but palpitate.

How to do how to do......

"Qiqi, you're awake," the man sighed treacherously and softly from not far in front of him, "This is a golden cage that I spent a lot of money to build for you, I think... you will definitely like."

The mattress suddenly sank, and that person slowly climbed up...

"Get out!" Song Qi shook her head and kept backing away until her back touched the head of the bed, there was no way to avoid it.

His hands were shackled by thin chains, and he could only let people keep approaching him.

"Qiqi," someone pinched his chin and scrutinized him carefully, the person let out a long sigh, and said, "Your face...is so fascinating that you can't stop it."

"Fortunately, I've been thinking about it day and night, you are about to become my property now, hahahahahaha."

【007!Hurry up and think of a way!Do you let me lose my virginity like this? ! 】 Song Qi growled in his heart.

[Don't rush, don't rush...] 007 comforted him, [You have to believe that you came to this world with the halo of the protagonist. 】

Song Qi: [I tui!Believe you are a ghost! 】

"Come on, let's have a taste of this legendary fairy water that will make you want to die if you drink it."

Song Qi's chin was pinched again, and the cold liquid was forcibly poured into his mouth, burning all the way down his throat and into his stomach.

"Do you feel... your body is hot?"

The voice that was neither far nor near was seductive, and Song Qi felt like he had turned into a fish in warm water, and his whole body was about to boil.

"Do you feel that... some parts are starting to become sensitive?"

"Do you really want to be touched, kissed, penetrated, violated..."

Song Qi opened his eyes bewilderedly, and curled up his legs impatiently.

So hot, so thirsty.

An Yao...want An Yao to hug him...

"My baby Qiqi, do you know how beautiful you are?"

"I really want to start a live broadcast and publish your yd appearance... But don't worry, I can't bear it..."

The man's aura was getting closer and closer to him, and Song Qi could feel that a huge shadow was slowly pressing down on him.

Just when he was feeling desperate, the door of the remote wooden house in the suburbs was suddenly kicked open with a "bang".

An Yao's stern and gloomy face appeared at the door.

"It's you again, An Yao." There was deep hatred in the man's dark eyes, "The things that hurt others give you a sense of accomplishment, don't you?"

"I can't take care of other people's affairs," An Yao raised his chin, pointing at Song Qi, "but I take care of his affairs."

He slowly walked into this huge golden cage, and the leather shoes made a crisp "da da" sound on the wooden floor, followed by a powerful coercion that made people unable to lift their heads.

"I warned you not to harass him again," An Yao stared at the man condescendingly, and said in a deep voice, "If you don't listen to me, you are courting death."

As soon as he finished speaking, the man jumped up from the bed, a sharp knife dangling in his palm.

"An Yao! Be careful!" Song Qi opened her eyes slightly.

An Yao sneered, pinched the man's wrist easily, and folded it hard: "How dare you take a knife with this little skill?"

Immediately afterwards, he punched the man in the face with another uppercut, and wrote lightly: "Where did you touch him?"

The man stared at him fiercely like a lone wolf driven into a desperate situation, but dared not speak.

"Don't talk?" An Yao pulled him off the bed and kicked the man hard in the stomach, "Do you think you can finish the job without talking?"

"An... An Yao..." Song Qi looked on in fear and called An Yao's name in a trembling voice.

He had never seen An Yao like this.

Cold, violent, gloomy.

It's like walking out of another world.

Song Qi felt that if she didn't stop him, maybe he could really kill someone here.

Song Qi struggled to kneel from the center of the bed to the edge of the bed, and gently grabbed An Yao's sleeve.

"Don't...don't hit me..." Song Qi rubbed his face against his hand, squinted his eyes and whispered, "Can you hug me... I So sad......"

"What's wrong with you?" An Yao paused, turned to look at him, and touched his forehead with a cold hand, "Fever again?"

"No...it's not," Song Qi blushed and shook her head, muttering, "He gave me fairy water..."

"What fairy water..." An Yao was halfway through speaking, and suddenly realized, seeing Song Qi's charming appearance, what kind of "fairy water" could it be?

"Fuck." An Yao couldn't help but curse secretly.

The absurd and old-fashioned plot in the script was actually staged again in reality.

I don't know if fate deliberately played with it, making the inside and outside of the play overlap infinitely.

Only this time, he is no longer Chu Ming, and Song Qi is no longer Su Yuan.

"It's okay," An Yao calmed down and comforted him, "I'll take you to the hospital right away."

"Hospital? Hahahahahahaha..." The lunatic got up from the ground staggeringly after hearing the words, and laughed wildly, "It's useless, there is no antidote for this bottle of fairy water in China Yes, and by the time you found the antidote, he would have died suddenly."