Slag Gong took the cannon fodder and accepted the script

The streamlined pure black car was speeding in the dark night. Ji Xun was sitting in the car with a laptop on his lap.

The picture above is a section of a man's back. The back is as white and clean as a beautiful jade. The back line is smooth and beautiful, but there is a gorgeous black vine tattoo painted on the back waist. It is obviously freshly painted, and the skin is still a little red and swollen.

The picture only stops at the tailbone, and the tattoo is not completely exposed.

It is not difficult to imagine the scene that spreads downwards and extends out of the screen. It is intentionally secretive and ambiguous by the photographer, and it is easy to make people imagine.

There is no part of the whole picture that should not appear, but it is quite explicit.

Ji Xun's eyes suddenly dimmed. Although only a part of the back was exposed in the picture, he could recognize the identity of the person in the picture with just one glance.

Although he hadn't seen it many times, he was more familiar with this body than his own.

Especially when he saw a small red mole on the man's waist, which was set off by the black tattoo, he became even more coquettish. He immediately clenched his palm into a fist, and his finger bones turned white with force: "Hurry up."

He then clicked on the audio that was sent along with the photo, and there were only two short sentences, but it made his mind buzz: "I like you, and I want to stay by your side, uncle... You Fan."

It was his familiar voice, but a slightly inaudible hoarse cry was added, which made the originally calm tone seem lingering.

His heart was also stabbed severely, as if he had been scalded, and he turned off the audio along with the photo.

But in the next second, Ji Xun couldn't help but flip through the photo. The photo was taken on the bed, the light was dim and ambiguous, and there was only a lamp from the bedside. His eyes fell on the red and swollen scar on his back, which was still on the bed. A thin golden chain and a long needle are found in the corner.

Ji Xun himself also has a tattoo on the back of his neck, but it was a custom in the village when he was a child, and was done with the help of the elders of the clan. He naturally knows how painful it is to have such a large tattoo, and Jiang Chengli has always been afraid of pain.

And he could easily guess the meaning of that chain, Ji Xun clenched his teeth, his voice almost trembling: "Drive faster."

He tried all kinds of methods to find out where Jiang Chengli was. Fortunately, he had accumulated a lot of contacts with Jiang Chengli in the past six months. put all one's eggs in one basket.

Ji Xun used the shares that Jiang Chengli gave him to design to freeze You Fan's assets, bought his shares while he was in a hurry, restricted his consumption and ensured that he had no way to escape with Jiang Chengli, and at the same time followed You Fan's real estate all over the place. Find the exact location in a row.

A cold hatred welled up in his heart, and he suddenly felt that he was still too soft-hearted.

As the sky was getting brighter, the driver was urged by Ji Xun to drive very fast, and in just half an hour, he found You Fan's house in a twisted alley.

Just after the new year, when the light was off at 06:30, but many people had already got up to pack up and go to pay New Year's greetings, Ji Xun's action didn't seem abrupt.

The sky is still blue and still cold, snowflakes are floating in the air, covering up the fireworks and firecrackers and red paper fragments all over the place, showing a kind of dilapidated and pure beauty.

"Here we are." The driver compared the address and stopped the car.

Ji Xun pushed the door and got off the car. The gate of the house was closed tightly. Unlike other people's houses, which were full of firecracker fragments, the front of the house was clean, and no one came and went to pay New Year's greetings.

The driver and the accompanying bodyguards in the car behind got out of the car one after another. Just as they were about to knock on the door vigorously, they saw the door suddenly opened.

What came out was the back of a person, leaning on a cane in one hand, and holding a long needle tightly in the other hand against his neck, while the servants beside him crowded around and dared not approach.

When Ji Xun saw the man's back, his heart was stabbed severely and he wanted to go there, but he stopped when he saw the long needle in Jiang Chengli's hand.

Jiang Chengli stepped back step by step with his back to the door, but he didn't see the scene behind him.

His voice was almost broken and hoarse, and he threatened the servants around him in a nervous low voice: "Don't come here, or I will poke a hole in myself and prepare a car for me to go."

"Xiao Li, it's too dangerous for you to do this. How can you drive if your feet are not good yet?" You Fan struggled down the steps with his wheelchair in his hands. He was a little anxious to get close to Jiang Chengli, but he held back and kept his distance to appease him, "You want to I won't stop you from leaving, but at least you heal your foot injury."

At this time, Jiang Chengli felt that everyone around him was a joke, and he himself was even more of a joke. He was actually immersed in the world of novels, and he was the only one who had real feelings, and was fooled around by the fictional characters in the novel.

But he couldn't get away from it, everything around him was too real, and the wounds on his body were all solid, which reminded him that he was no different from these people.

Jiang Chengli didn't want to look at You Fan any more, he would feel dirty if he looked at him any more.

You Fan narrowed his eyes, although he had expected this moment, but when Guang really was about to leave and he showed hatred in his eyes, he was still as unbearable as if a piece of his heart had been cut off: "Didn't you hear? Go and help Xiao Li get the car keys."

He paused, parted his lips and said again: "Bring Xiao Li's coat and shoes over here."

Jiang Chengli's nose was red from the cold, and his face was already covered with Sha from crying, and it hurt like a knife when he was blown by the cold wind.

He ran out in only pajamas, without shoes on his feet, and his feet were red from the cold when he stepped on the snow, and the snow was melted by his body temperature, making it full of muddy water.

He stepped back vigilantly, and when he stepped back to the threshold of the gate, he tripped and his script was injured, and he suddenly wobbled and lost his center of gravity.

Just when Jiang Chengli thought he was going to fall to the ground and make another big joke before leaving with his dignity swept away, he leaned against a warm and strong wall with his back.

In the next second, he was wrapped in a coat from behind, and a pair of arms were wrapped around his waist.

Jiang Chengli was wrapped in Ji Xun's unbuttoned coat from behind, his bone-chilling body was surrounded by warmth for a moment, and the tip of his nose was filled with the clean and sweet breath from his ears.

Since he hadn't smelled this smell for a long time, Jiang Chengli was too uncomfortable to react.

"Master..."

Ji Xun sighed next to Jiang Chengli's neck and ear, and his warm breath fell on his neck, as if his wish had been fulfilled.

Jiang Chengli didn't know how to react for a while, he wanted to push away, but because it was too warm and his hands and feet were cold, he didn't know whether he had no energy or was not willing to give up the warmth, so he let Ji Xun hug him for three seconds Without pushing it away, the silver needle in his hand was also taken away and thrown to the bodyguard next to him.

The servant who came back with the clothes and keys didn't know how to react when he saw this scene. He turned to look at You Fan and saw that he was staring at the two hugging each other in a daze, so he also stood aside and watched. .

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