Ten years is not too late for a gentleman to marry

In the dark and damp room, there was a smell of burnt flesh, blood stains were visible on the ground, and a few rays of autumn sunlight shone through the narrow window, tiny dust was flying in the light beam, and could not find a home .

Suddenly, lights were turned on in the room, and the old incandescent lamps made the air around seem a bit cloudy. A man covered his mouth and nose and walked in through the wooden door. He was dressed brightly, but he didn't look ostentatious, and his face was rare. The handsome man looks calm and behaves calmly.

"Go out first, no one is allowed to come in without my order."

The man's tone was very calm, and he didn't seem to be giving an order at all, but the meaning in it was unquestionable. The subordinate standing next to him immediately retreated silently and closed the wooden door.

After the room was empty, the man walked to the chair in front of him and sat down. In front of the chair, there was a wooden table, which looked like an interrogation stand. His whole body was covered with whip marks, his shirt was whipped into strips, and hung on his body in dilapidated condition, not even enough cover, while his slender limbs were imprisoned by chains, stretched into large characters and fixed on the red brick wall.

Hearing the sound, the man on the wall raised his drooping head. His complexion was gray and his lips were chapped. It could be seen that he had suffered a lot and his body might not be able to hold on anymore, but his facial features and outline still showed a delicate appearance.

Seeing the well-dressed man, there was a smile on his face, and he said in a hoarse voice: "Cheng...Mr. Cheng, what brought you here, as the president of Chenmiao Group Secretary, shouldn't you be a busy person?"

Cheng Qiyan laughed, and then he returned to his expressionless face. He gathered his coat, it was very humid here, so it was a bit cold, and after a while, Cheng Qiyan slowly opened his mouth and said, "I'm here to see you. I wonder if Master Di Fei can get used to the environment here."

Di Fei coughed dryly, but pulled the opening on his body, his expression was obviously suffering, he didn't answer Cheng Qiyan's question, but changed the topic to another side, "Tan Yuran didn't know you locked me up here Bar?"

"Of course I don't know, but so what if he knows, you still expect him to save you?" Cheng Qiyan's eyes showed a sharp coldness from his usual indifference.

There was a wry smile on the corner of Di Fei's lips. Sure enough, this Cheng Qiyan was also a well-established man. He should have expected it. He used a fake bullet to fool Tan Yuran's eyes that day. Now he owed him two lives and fell In his hands, there will never be any good fruit to eat.

Di Fei really regretted it. He regretted being lured by Wei Fei's offer. He appeared with him in Erhai, met Tan Yuran who he avoided, and provoked Cheng Qiyan. Now everyone wants him It's better to hide from Tan Liangjing all the time... Even if he is used, he can still live a comfortable life for a few days.

"If... If I tell you what you want to know, can you let me go?" Di Fei asked tremblingly?He was full of fear towards Cheng Qiyan who was slowly pacing over.

"That depends on what you know. If the information you provide is enough to save my life, I will naturally let you go." Cheng Qiyan said without any emotional ups and downs, as if negotiating a contract with a partner.

Di Fei knew that Cheng Qiyan kept every account in his heart and killed his wife himself. If he said everything, he would definitely settle the account by then. He couldn't get out of here alive. If he didn't say it, then he wouldn't Let yourself die, but there are ways to make life worse than death.

Di Fei thought about it for 10 minutes.

"Master Di Fei, have you made up your mind?" Cheng Qiyan reminded him.

"I..." Di Fei bit his teeth and said, "I don't know anything." Instead of dying simply, it's better to delay this poor life for a while, maybe there will be a turning point... Di Fei thought so .

"Hmph..." Cheng Qiyan sneered, turned around, picked up the red-hot soldering iron in the brazier next to him, and walked in front of Di Fei.

The red triangular soldering iron hesitated on Di Fei's chest. Di Fei was so scared that he couldn't even breathe smoothly, but his chest was already covered with scars, and he couldn't find a good skin to start with. Cheng Qiyan raised the soldering iron in front of Di Fei.

"You...you...no...don't...no no no!!" Di Fei shook his head desperately.

"You said it's better to print on the left eye, or the right eye?" Cheng Qiyan asked Di Fei gently for advice, "Choose quickly, it's not hot anymore...then I'll decide for you, just the right eye." Eyes better--"

Seeing the hot iron approaching towards his right eye, Di Fei roared heart-piercingly, "I'll say it, I'll say it all!"

Cheng Qiyan put the soldering iron back into the brazier, walked to the table and sat down, lit a cigarette and quietly waited for Di Fei to speak.

"Your amnesia was indeed caused by Tan Yuran, but your wife's death was not caused by him, nor by Ji Lan, but...his brother asked me...to kill you, but you escaped After that catastrophe, to save you, your wife..."

With a loud noise, Cheng Qiyan overturned the table in front of him and knocked down the brazier next to it, the charcoal fire inside rolled to the ground, reddening the whole room, making his face look like he was lost in a sea of ​​poppies. A few strands of black hair fell out of the shackles of the jelly water and fell on his smooth forehead. Cheng Qiyan closed his eyes, as if he was struggling.

Di Fei was already trembling with fear and stopped speaking.

The cigarette was still between Cheng Qiyan's fingers, he slowly raised his hand and took a puff, "Then do you know why he injected ice burial?"

"He... in order to save you, Tan Yuran had no power at that time and could not compete with Tan Liangjing. He threatened Tan Liangjing to let you go with that kind of self-mutilation method, so you can spend the next seven years safely...Tan Liangjing has... ...There is that kind of... that kind of idea other than brotherhood, but Tan Yuran likes you... So Tan Liangjing agreed to expand Chen Miao's Asian region to Tan Yuran, and spend two years to build his own force. If he can win If you pass Tan Liangjing, then Tan Liangjing will die... If you lose...you, you and him..."

These intermittent statements, like poisonous nicotine, Cheng Qiyan just absorbed in silence.

After an unknown amount of time, Cheng Qiyan came out of the room, and threw the cigarette butt that was already somewhat hot on the ground. Several subordinates took a step forward and followed behind him.

After a moment of silence, Cheng Qiyan opened his mouth and said: "Change him to another place and lock him up. Be careful. Also, apply some medicine to his wound so that he doesn't die."

"Yes."

The autumn wind brought coolness, Cheng Qiyan turned up the collar of his coat, and walked on the street on foot. When he had something on his mind, he always liked to travel around the city alone. When he was tired, everything would settle down.

The ginkgo leaves in the park are already falling, sprinkling a piece of yellow and orange golden loneliness, just like no matter how intense the heart is, it will eventually return to calm, submerged in the past time.

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In the past few days, Tan Yuran has been working overtime most of the time, and because of another assistant, Cheng Qiyan can leave work early. He thinks that Cheng Qiyan is in a bad mood recently and needs to relax. In fact, Cheng Qiyan is worried about him. There are some things that people don’t want Think about it in a bad way, but in fact it still exists. If you don’t say it, it will only be a hidden disease, not enough to form a bloody wound.

But it might be terminally ill, and by the time it was attempted to be removed, the venom had already dissipated throughout the body.

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Another winter is approaching, Xiaoting is studying hard for the Christmas piano competition, which is a gift she prepared this year, and last Christmas, there are still some traces printed in her current life.The photo stickers and family portraits pasted all over the wall will not be washed away because of the trivialities of life, but will be condensed bit by bit.

Shen Rao came to her house on time every day to teach piano lessons. Those peach blossom eyes seemed to be casually watching every detail of the house. From Xiaoting's mouth, he knew a lot of things, but the father and daughter were similar. Very difficult to handle.

Of course, Shen Rao knew that he couldn't use seduce to Cheng Qiyan. This man is not gay, nor is he a person who will indulge himself, just like a deep lake, even if he throws a boulder into it, it won't cause much ripples. It wasn't long before he was back to normal.

The daughter doesn't like soft and hard things, and it's useless to please her, so she looks for her Xiaoyu.

Dad is a master of all-round camouflage, hiding the most vulnerable side in the deepest part of his heart.

Shen Rao has been taking over the task for so long, and he has never been so difficult to walk, and he can't use special methods. If he waits like this, he probably becomes a fossil, and Cheng Qiyan will not change.

So, of course, we must create opportunities!

Shen Rao looked at the colorful photo stickers on the wall, tore off one, crumpled it into a small paper ball and squeezed it in his hand, with a charming smile on his face.