After President Pa dressed as an abandoned husband [Transmigration Book]

When Feng Yingkai pushed the door open again, Ji Tingsen was standing by the window.

This is the second floor. Looking out from the window, you can see the dense shade of trees as far as you can see. The untrimmed branches grow wantonly, and the fallen leaves after years are dry and curled on the protruding eaves, making it hard to hide the remote appearance.

He followed Feng Yingkai downstairs and refused the other's support. His hands and bones on the escalator were slightly protruding, and his walking was slower than usual, but he walked very steadily. He even had a calm demeanor, not a prisoner. , On the contrary, it is an honored guest.

Feng Yingkai, who was a step behind, followed suit step by step, without even a trace of embarrassment at being rejected.

There were people in the living room, yelling in a low voice, one of the voices was like pinching his throat, shrill and shrill: "I want to drink this bottle of wine, I think back then... what was this thing... "

Ji Tingsen turned his head to look at Feng Yingkai: "Can I go and have a look?"

He was very conscious of being kidnapped, and asked politely, not only wanting to watch the excitement, but also looking for some opportunities to leave.

A stern look flashed between his brows, more of annoyance, Feng Yingkai: "I'm sorry, I disturbed you, I'll go right away..."

He walked quickly to where the noise came from.

Ji Tingsen also followed, walking in a hurry, casually scanning the layout of the hall, sofas, cabinets, colonnades... The garden is not repaired, the furniture is old, even if it is cleaned, the decoration is outdated.

He recalled what Feng Yingkai once said: "I'm not returning to my country this time, I'm returning to my hometown. If I knew that I could associate with someone like you, Ting Sen, I would definitely come back soon... No... .In the beginning, I would not go abroad."

Home?

The Feng family used to be a wealthy family in Beijing, and later their assets were transferred abroad. Presumably this place should be an old property, and it is a holiday villa in Beijing.

Such a place should not be too far from the city.

Standing in the hall and looking out, half of the front of the car could be vaguely seen, Ji Tingsen involuntarily paused.

There is a car in the yard!

If the gaze can be turned into reality, the car parked in the courtyard has probably been dragged in front of him.

After the outsiders glanced at it for less than a second, he took a few steps to the left, deviated from the direction of the hall, and sat on the sofa.

It is not so easy to relieve the soreness and stiffness of the legs. He relaxed his muscles and leaned on the back of the sofa, quietly waiting for Feng Yingkai to come back.

The indistinct sounds of arguing just now stopped at some point, and the living room was empty, so quiet that a needle could be heard.

Until the sound of footsteps murmured, it was Feng Yingkai who had returned.

Halfway through the walk, a young man came out from the corner, approached Feng Yingkai, and briefly reported to Feng Yingkai about Ji Tingsen's every move just now.

Feng Yingkai raised his hand, but that person disappeared again.

He walked to the sofa and stretched out his hand: "Tinson, shall we have lunch together?"

Ji Tingsen shook his head: "I'm still a little uncomfortable, I want to sit here again."

The color of his lips was lighter than before, and his voice was also low, giving him a feeling of fragility like glass.

Feng Yingkai watched intently, until Ji Tingsen put the small silver fork from the fruit plate on the table with a clang, and then he suddenly came back to his senses: "Anywhere is fine, I will let the kitchen bring the food here."

He strode away, went to the kitchen to order another nourishing soup, and returned.

After a quiet meal, Ji Tingsen went upstairs, Feng Yingkai followed.

After entering the room, Feng Yingkai watched Ji Tingsen lay back on the bed, smoothed the wrinkled blanket at the end of the bed, and sat back on the single sofa: "Tingsen, are you tired, take a rest, I... .I will not bother you."

Ji Tingsen patted the place beside him: "Come here, let's talk."

Rao knew that Ji Tingsen had always been gentle and polite, but Feng Yingkai still found this kind of peaceful attitude after being restricted in his personal freedom to be really weird.

But what's even more weird is that he really couldn't imagine what Ji Tingsen's hysteria looked like.

After hesitating for a moment, he was afraid of being stabbed by words in his heart, but the joy of being able to communicate still prevailed. He sat down and said, "Speak."

Ji Tingsen: "How are you going to deal with me? In this..."

He glanced at the shady trees outside the window: "Is this your former home?"

"The place where I escaped the summer heat when I was young, you know how hard it is to endure the scorching heat in Beijing." Feng Yingkai explained: "I won't stay here forever, I..."

Feng Yingkai didn't say the second half of the sentence because of a book.

A book that was as hard and thick as a brick that he placed on the desk by the window in order to imitate the place where Ji Tingsen lived before.

At this moment, this book was fished out from under the pillow by the "fragile" Ji Tingsen, and hit him on the neck with astonishing strength and agility at an incredible speed.

The dull pain made Feng Yingkai dizzy for a moment, but he didn't faint, and subconsciously grabbed Ji Tingsen's hand.

Then, the thin blanket raised his head and face, and kicked him in the chest.

If it weren't for the absence of other people in this room, Feng Yingkai would never have believed that this kick, which was more vicious than hitting someone with a book just now, was actually kicked out by the elegant Ji Tingsen.

He had a sharp pain in his chest and couldn't help coughing.

After a few coughs, his mouth was stuffed with a blanket, and the cough turned into a stuffy cough.

Feng Yingkai's skills were not bad, but he didn't know whether he coughed because he was startled back by the blanket, or stopped under the stress reaction, so he started to fight back.

The two went through several tricks in the room, and in the end, he was strangled by Ji Tingsen's calf, and he fell into a coma due to lack of oxygen.

At the last moment of losing consciousness, Feng Yingkai thought vaguely: "It turns out that there is a side I don't know about..."

Ji Tingsen was sure that Feng Yingkai had passed out and did not dare to let go. He fished out the cloth strips torn from the clothes and coats from under the bed and tied him up. He tied his hands first, then his mouth, and then fell to the ground all at once.

He took a few heavy breaths, Feng Yingkai was weaker than he imagined, but he himself was still restrained by the power of the medicine, fortunately... there was no danger.

Feng Yingkai woke up from the bumps and found himself lying on the bed.

There was a person standing beside the bed, it was Ji Tingsen, who was taking out his mobile phone from his jacket pocket, and couldn't help saying "uh, huh".

Ji Tingsen raised his eyes to see the same thing. His tired amber eyes were bright and sharp. He unlocked the phone on Feng Yingkai's finger expressionlessly, and then completely unlocked the lock screen password.

After that, he could hardly restrain his finger trembling, and dialed Qin Zhen's number.

Feng Yingkai on the bed looked at the unfamiliar yet familiar Ji Tingsen in front of him, and murmured twice: It's useless, the signal jammer, there will be no signal.

The expected anger did not appear.

Ji Tingsen just frowned, as if this was just a trivial difficulty, and then put Feng Yingkai's coat on his body.

When he was fighting just now, his clothes were no longer neat.

At this moment, he randomly pulled a few handfuls, then took off his socks, pulled on the slippers, and grabbed his neck fiercely.

Feng Yingkai watched silently, his eyes were as dark as whirlpools.

Ji Tingsen finished dealing with himself as if no one was there, and put one hand on Feng Yingkai's neck: "Go to sleep, as for the future, I will never take revenge on you, thank you for not hurting me, so that I can go to see him safely, but the kidnapper The price is determined by the law, how much should be.”

In his previous life, he gradually suffered from illnesses after he became an adult. In the early stage, as the best heir of a top aristocratic family, he learned more extensively and finer than Feng Yingkai, including how to choke a person's neck artery in self-protection, so that he is just A coma is not fatal.

As for the others... Ji Tingsen is not intimidated.

Feng Yingkai returned to China in secret, and there are fathers and stepmothers watching over the country, so there shouldn't be too many people, let alone people who are brought to this almost abandoned summer resort.

As long as he got that car, even if he was chased, it would be enough to alarm many people in the urban area.

This is enough.

Feng Yingkai struggled violently, but Ji Tingsen's method of binding people was too sophisticated, and he couldn't break free no matter what.

After a while, he stopped moving.

Ji Tingsen picked up the blanket on the floor, covered Feng Yingkai until only half of his hair was exposed, picked up two pens from the desk, put them into his trouser pockets, and then limped out of the bedroom.

Downstairs, the hall was as silent as before.

Feng Yingkai went to sit on the sofa in the living room, waiting for the young man who was reflected on the Guanghua silver mirror to come over when he was playing with the silver fork.

This person is Mu Jin, Feng Yingkai's right-hand man.

Mu Jin waited for a few minutes, but he didn't see his boss coming downstairs, so he wanted to ask Ji Tingsen to go upstairs.

The words "Mr. Ji..." were quite neat, and then, like a duck being strangled by a grill around its neck, it was tongue-tied, its face turned red, and it turned its head to one side.

As his eyes wandered unconsciously, he saw Ji Tingsen's bare ankles loosely pulling on the slippers.

It's just an ankle, but it's so white and well-proportioned, and the ankle is slightly lower but with a tinge of blue. It doesn't look rough, but it has a kind of... a kind of...

"Excuse me, I want to drink, can I bring a bottle? It doesn't have to be too strong, I just...want to taste it." Ji Tingsen whispered, thinking in his heart, the wine is not important, the bottle is enough for me to knock you out head is fine.

"But, boss...boss..." Mu Jin didn't know why he was stuttering, maybe it was because of the indescribable laziness and... ..there is that in the neck, was caught?

By the boss... But the boss is not already... Maybe a person who has reached that point will inevitably go crazy.

Crazy to do something, or get someone.

"Feng Yingkai? He probably doesn't really want to go downstairs so soon and get what he wants... huh... why don't you ask him?" Ji Tingsen said, his tone slightly elevated, with subtle hints It's mean, but it still doesn't make people hate him.

Such a person, even if he described it as a mess, would still make people feel pity and pity, not contempt.

If it is ambiguous, Mu Jin is not a fool, on the contrary he is very smart, he hesitates for a moment and decides to do what Ji Tingsen said.

Just a bottle of wine.

The time he has been with the boss is neither too long nor too long, the only thing that is certain, one of which is that the boss can't wait to confess this person, and he will never...

Like the one who sneaked into the wine cellar before, it's just... a veritable piece of trash!

Just about to turn around, I heard the person sitting on the sofa say: "Wait, can I go with you, I want to... choose by myself."

Mu Jin is not a person who is easy to soften his heart, but Ji Tingsen is really too polite, and his boss's attitude towards this guy is really...he heard his own voice: "No... no problem."

Just standing up, Ji Tingsen heard low and muddy curses.

He looked over, stared at it for a moment, and then, as if he was greatly stimulated, he forgot even the pretense of weakness, and sat up suddenly.

The "woman" who came from the direction of the kitchen was holding a plate of unknown dishes in one hand and a wine bottle in the other. She was tall and her hair was messy. There was only a faint image in her eyes of when she and Qin Zhen had a heart-to-heart conversation late at night. In the photo album of the mobile phone, I saw the shadow of the man in a suit and leather shoes.

Thinking of Qin Zhen's eyes that were red with anger when he mentioned this person... Ji Tingsen closed his eyes, put his hands in his pockets, his back gradually relaxed, and landed on the sofa.

At the same time, the man who smelled of alcohol also saw him and bowed vigilantly.

It was a posture ready to run away at any time, and then he relaxed, squinting his eyes: "It's you, Qin Zhen's... are not good things!"

Muttering, he came over.

Retracting his hand in his pocket, Ji Tingsen gathered his jacket, "doubtful" and "vigilant": "Who are you? Do you know Qin Zhen?!"

作者有话要说：感谢在2021-01-2315:38:10~2021-01-2417:51:06期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

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