After being coveted by old men for many years, I quit

All.

Rao had a premonition that he would say that, but Jiang Fan frowned after hearing it.

He is just an ordinary person, and the "all" he said is only based on superficial concepts. He has no idea how much blood and blood is implied in it, and how much blood and blood it will take to complete it.

But one thing is certain, this man's city is even more unpredictable than he expected.

If it is true as he said, He Xiao is his own uncle, and for his own benefit, he can do great "profit" to kill his relatives.

An ordinary person like him who has neither blood relationship nor background, sitting here today is tantamount to seeking skin from a tiger.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but have a serious expression on his face.

He Minnan dried his fingers, threw the ball of paper into the trash can, raised his eyes, caught a glimpse of his furrowed brow, and the smile on his lips deepened, "Why, are you scared?"

Jiang Fan looked at him, "He didn't notice your thoughts at all?"

This him, of course, refers to He Xiao.

Thinking back, the number of times the two of them have met so far is still not enough for one hand. Today when he came over, He Minnan gave him an unreserved tray in front of him who was still a stranger.

There are no impenetrable walls in this world, and he doesn't seem to be afraid that he will let the matter out.

Is it because what he said is actually a lie, or is it that he has enough self-confidence to think that He Xiao will not know his intention?

He Minnan listened to what he said, and leaned back on the sofa in a relaxed manner, humming a low laugh in his throat, and crossed his hands in front of his chest, "You think he doesn't know?"

Jiang Fan's eyes showed a hint of confusion, "Then you..." Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by the man, "My second uncle, as a man, I really admire him His ability to do things, but a person is too conceited and easily hated by others. Take what I have seen for so many years, there are almost no people who can make him look straight. He knows that I want to bring him down, so what, He never put me in his eyes, and even if these words fell into his ears, he would not care, because he felt that no one could shake his current position."

"So you are actually trying to get his attention?" Jiang Fan looked at him and asked.

He Minnan snorted lightly, as if he didn't think so, "Do you think it's possible? I'm not a three-year-old kid anymore, I'm still in the second stage of middle school. You look down on me for such a ridiculously childish idea. "

Time passed quietly between the conversations, and the night outside the window became darker and darker.

Jiang Fan pursed his lips, remained silent for a while, rubbed his fingers against those of the other hand, and then raised his head, "What do you want me to do?"

He Minnan raised his eyebrows, "Have you agreed to make this deal?"

"I want to hear your conditions first. After all, getting involved in this matter is very risky. If you don't succeed, you will be benevolent. Is that what you mean?"

He Minnan understood, with a faint smile in his dark eyes, he changed the topic, "You don't have to worry about me dragging you into the water, what I want you to do is just to give more help to the things you want, and the things will be done In the end, no matter who loses or who gets naked, it won't count against you, don't worry."

Jiang Fan looked at the slowly smiling man from the air, and slowly said a word, "Okay.

By the time everything was finished, it was already eleven o'clock.

Jiang Fan looked down at the watch on his left wrist, then raised his head again, "Then I'll leave first, and then contact me."

He Minnan put down his crossed legs, then stood up from the sofa, and asked casually, "Take a taxi back?"

Jiang Fan froze for a moment, then shook his head, "It's not far from the school, just walk back."

There should be no more subways and buses at this point, and it can be reached by walking a few stops. He has long been used to such a distance.

"Wait."

After throwing down two words, the man entered the room.

Jiang Fan didn't know He Minnan's intention, so he had to sit back on the sofa.

A few minutes later, the sound of a man's footsteps came.

Jiang Fan got up, turned around, and looked at the man who had already changed his clothes.

Under the casual beige-toned long coat, I wore a white pile-neck sweater, and the light-colored dress made people's eyes shine.

The few times we met, he was wearing either a black shirt, gray, or other dark colors, but compared to dark colors, it was obvious that he was more suitable for his current body color.

"Let's go."

He Minnan casually stroked his hair that was still wet, let it droop in front of his forehead, picked up the car keys on the bar, and walked in front.

Only then did Jiang Fan realize that he was going to send himself back.

He rushed forward in a few steps, "I don't want to trouble you, I want to go back by myself..." A good word was stuck in his throat and before he could say it, the figure walking in front suddenly stopped and turned around.

Jiang Fan hurriedly stopped in order not to bump into it in a daze.

He suppressed the sudden strangeness on his face, paused, and said, "I'll just walk back by myself. Mr. He doesn't need to feel pity or sympathy. I've been here since I was a child."

He has traveled farther and longer than this, and he never feels that he is inferior and worthy of sympathy and pity.

"It's your business if you want to go back, but I'm a businessman. Since the cooperation is reached, I will naturally give benefits, not to mention that it's not a benefit."

Jiang Fan was slightly taken aback, and seemed a little hard to digest his words.

He Minnan saw that he was absent-minded, and smiled, "Just kidding, I'll go down and buy a pack of cigarettes."

Jiang Fan looked at his back as he was leaving straight away, his face tightened, and he followed him out.

The man who said he wanted to buy a pack of cigarettes still steered the steering wheel towards the school.

Jiang Fan was sitting in the co-pilot, looking ahead, and only when he occasionally changed his field of vision would he inadvertently see the man's focused and composed profile.

When we got outside the school gate, the car stopped steadily under the shade of trees beside the road.

"Excuse me."

Jiang Fan unbuckled his seat belt, opened the car door and said something.

Just as he was about to get up and go down, He Minnan suddenly said, "Although I have a big appetite, I'm not particularly short of money. Take this."

Jiang Fan looked down at the things he handed over. Under the dim light, his eyes darkened and became darker.

"Mr. He, are you pitying me?"

He Minnan looked at his expressionless face, but his face was extraordinarily tight, and pulled his lips indifferently, "Didn't you just say that? It's good."

As he said, he shook the card in his hand, "Take it, you deserve it."

"Sorry, I'm used to being poor, and I don't really like the benefits of this method. Besides, I'm not all helping you, mutual benefit. I only want what I want, which is not what I deserve."

After he finished speaking in a low voice, he bent down and got out of the car, closed the door again, and walked towards the school gate with his backpack on his back.

He Minnan looked at his thin figure through the windshield, his smile faded silently, and his deep pupils were covered with a layer of shadow of unknown meaning.It wasn't until the thin figure walked into the school gate and disappeared from sight that he leaned back to the driver's seat, started the engine and drove the car away from the spot.

Zhou Cheng was awakened by He Xiao's voice.

He opened his eyes and looked out the window subconsciously. It was probably early in the morning, but it was still dark outside, and the lights in the room were not turned on.

And because he was not fully conscious, he sat up from the bed in a daze, and looked at the man who was also sitting on the other side.

Probably because he noticed his movement, the man also looked at him.

Through the dim light, Zhou Cheng saw his tightly furrowed brows, his heart skipped a beat, and his consciousness regained consciousness instantly.

"...Rescue first, I will rush over now."

The solemn tone on his face made Zhou Cheng's uneasiness even more aggravated.

When Zhou Cheng took off the phone, his tone was tense, and he asked with a trace of panic that he didn't notice, "What's wrong? Who called."

He Xiao frowned, his face was gloomy and ugly, watching his thin lips tightly pursed.

In the end, he almost replied awkwardly through his teeth, "Your mother has something wrong, we have to rush over now."

To avoid scaring him, He Xiao didn't go into too much detail, but even so, Zhou Cheng's expression changed drastically the moment his words fell.

He stared at him blankly, opened his mouth, but couldn't speak.

The blood on his face faded almost instantly, his whole body suddenly became cold, and he began to tremble uncontrollably.

He felt very cold, his hands and feet seemed to be numb from the cold, he was unconscious, there was nothing in his mind, and he couldn't react to anything.

The man seemed to say something to him, but he couldn't hear it, and just looked at him with empty eyes.

He Xiao looked at his pale face, his deep eyes dimmed, and he stretched out his hand to embrace his trembling body, "Don't be afraid, huh? With me here, they will try their best to rescue her, and nothing will happen to her. Don't be afraid..." Maybe he said this very forcefully, or maybe his current existence has gradually become his dependence, in his constant comforting voices and gentle pats on the back, Zhou Cheng The blank mind gradually returned to thoughts.

He withdrew from the man's arms, his voice still trembling, he lifted the quilt and got out of bed, "We... let's hurry over now..." He Xiao watched him staggering to the point where he could go to bed at any time. At the pace of falling, she got off the bed, reached out to grab his arm, and brought him into her arms.

"Change your clothes first, huh? It's cold outside, you'll catch a cold, be obedient."

Zhou Cheng was restless, and didn't hear what he said specifically. Under the leadership of the man, he quickly changed his clothes, and was wrapped tightly by him in a long down jacket.

The two of them changed their clothes and went downstairs. The car that He Xiao drove back in the afternoon was parked in the yard outside the door.

Zhou Cheng sat in the co-pilot until the car drove a long distance before he suddenly came back to his senses, and glanced sideways at his hand that was always held by the man.

The speed of the car was very fast, and he could feel it naturally while sitting in the car.

Almost stepping on the critical value of the speed limit, shuttling on the deserted road in the early morning.

He struggled, seeing that the man didn't intend to let go at all, he raised his eyes.

"Concentrate on driving, I'm fine."

He Xiao glanced at him sideways, "It's okay."

Zhou Cheng looked at his other hand calmly controlling the steering wheel, and stopped talking.

The night was heavy, and the silver car cut through the night like a sharp sword.

It took only half of the usual time, and the two arrived at the hospital.