see my bamboo horse again

Immediately, someone came to carry Lin Xing. Lin Xing was thrown onto a plank bed. He glared at the man approaching him with red eyes. The man's face was magnified before his eyes...

On the private plane, Chen Tezhu waited for the news tremblingly while enduring Huo Jingchi's air-conditioning.

Finally, the phone rang.

Before he could touch the answer button, the phone was snatched by the man next to him.

The man answered without saying a word.

"Tezhu Chen, Master Lin has found it."

Huo Jingchi curled up his fingers, his heart tightened, and his voice trembled uncommonly, "He...how is he now?"

The people over there were very surprised when they heard Huo Jingchi's voice, but they quickly realized, "Master Lin is locked in a small warehouse. We are on our way there, and we are almost there."

"Regardless of the price, save him first... Let him come out intact..."

Chen Tezhu was also shocked when he heard it beside him. It was the first time he saw a boss so nervous and worried about a person.

After Huo Jingchi hung up the phone, he tightly grasped the phone with one hand, and on the palm of his hand, several red fingernail marks were particularly obvious.

"You kid, I've already told you that he belongs to my father. I've spent so much energy on this game that I haven't played it yet. You still want to take the lead?" Fan Daquan's voice interrupted the man's movements.

The man paused, with displeasure at being disturbed between his brows, he stood up as if nothing had happened, looked at Fan Daquan with a smile on his face, "What Brother Fan said is, am I not too impatient? "

Fan Daquan snorted coldly, looked at Lin Xing who looked alert, "Okay, you go out first."

The man turned his head and glanced at Lin Xing, and clenched his hands tightly. He felt a little unwilling, but he had no choice but to back down.

As soon as the man left, Fan Daquan walked towards the bed, "I told you a long time ago that I want you to take good care of me and talk about anything. You are so disobedient, I will make you beg for mercy under me tonight!"

"You are dreaming!"

Lin Xing looked at the man with a big belly in disgust, his stomach was writhing with nausea. While Fan Daquan was not paying attention, he slowly touched the ashtray on the small table beside the bed with one hand.

Fan Daquan was annoyed by his gaze, and said angrily: "Okay, okay, you don't have to drink a toast, I want to see how hard your bones are today!"

His head was on Lin Xing's neck, and his mouth was about to come down. Lin Xing raised the ashtray and was about to hit him on the back.

"Brother Fan, it's bad, we're surrounded—"

Fan Daquan got up abruptly, his impatience was evident on his face, and the annoyance on his face was particularly obvious.

"What?"

Seeing Fan Daquan go out, Lin Xing heaved a long sigh of relief.

I don't know if it was the alcohol in his stomach, or the wound on the back of his head, or he was exhausted from mental alertness for too long, Lin Xing's consciousness gradually dissipated, and he passed out.

Beside the bed, the handsome man looked at the person lying on the bed with a tired look on his face.

Caressing the boy's delicate cheek with his big hand, he placed a light kiss on Lin Xing's forehead.

"Sorry, I'm late."

The man's voice was very low, with endless tenderness.

He didn't notice that Lin Xing's fingers moved in the darkness.

It was dawn, and the sunlight poured into the bed through the window lattice. There was a delicate boy lying on the big bed, and beside the bed, there was a handsome young man lying on his stomach.

The picture is so warm and beautiful that people can't bear to disturb it.

Lin Xing was a little dazed when he opened his eyes, he remembered being captured by Fan Daquan.

No, he seemed to be rescued from behind. He seemed to hear Huo Jingchi's voice in his dream last night. Was it a hallucination?

Lin Xing turned his head and saw the man lying beside his bed, he was stunned, "Huo Jingchi?"