When the squeamish bag penetrates the horror live broadcast [Unlimited]

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No matter how dull Qian Ling was, there was a faint feeling that Yan Zekai was expecting his answer, more like expecting something he didn't understand.

At this time, a bright light came in from the entrance of the alley.

The pure black luxury car stopped, and Qianling's driver, Lu Ting, got off. He was dressed in a solid-color suit and looked very unfriendly, but his attitude towards Qianling was completely opposite to his appearance, "Young master, it's time for us to go home. "

"Let's go, Yan Zekai, get in the car, and I'll take you back."

Qian Ling pulled Yan Zekai, and the picture of the two holding hands fell into Lu Ting's eyes. He raised his eyebrows lightly, "Master, I made new friends and even fought with others."

"Don't talk about this," Qian Ling pulled Yan Zekai, and the two squeezed in the back row, "Drive, let's take him back first."

Lu Ting: "Yes."

After Qian Ling got into the car, the car was driving slowly on the road, and he kept looking out the window, as if he was looking for something.

"Stop the car."

The vehicle stopped right next to the road, Qian Ling ran out of the car, and when closing the door, said: "Wait for me, I'll buy you medicine."

After Qianling left, only Yan Zekai and Lu Ting sitting in the driver's seat were left in the car, and the atmosphere became cold for a while.

"What is your relationship with the young master?"

Lu Ting lowered the car window and looked at Qian Ling in the pharmacy from a distance. He was cute and docile, as clean as a handful of fresh snow. He looked through the rearview mirror and took another look at Yan Zekai with the scars.

It's like someone stepped on the snow, destroying this beautiful scenery.

Yan Zekai said: "We are classmates."

"It's not just a classmate. You like him, don't you?" Lu Ting said, "I've seen a lot of people like you. I say I like him, but what I like is just the beautiful skin."

"As for the young master, I grew up with him, and I am very familiar with his words and deeds."

"So?" Yan Zekai sneered, "You've been by his side for so many years, hasn't he fallen in love with you?"

Lu Ting's hand holding the steering wheel suddenly tightened.

Yan Zekai continued: "Even I know the truth, in order to do something in his job, you have unreasonable thoughts about your customers, shouldn't you be more damned?"

"Sharp teeth," Lu Ting said coldly, "One is the moon in the sky, and the other is the mud on the ground. How confident are you that he will fall in love with you?

I advise you to be sensible and don't do unnecessary things. "

Is it the moon?

Yan Zekai smiled, his smile was cold and sharp, like a sharp knife, "But I just want to hold the moon in my arms."

Lu Ting was stunned for a few seconds before he had time to refute.

The car door opened with a click, and the shallow civet came in, smiling, with bright round eyes, "What are you talking about?"

"Nothing, just chat."

Lu Ting started the car and drove on the road in the dark, but his attention was on the back row of the car.

Qian Ling opened the medicine he bought. He was familiar with the matter of applying the medicine once, and rubbed the cotton swab with the medicine on Yan Zekai's cheek.

"I don't know if there will be scars..."

Qianling murmured softly while rubbing, the movements of his hands were gentle, and he could hardly feel any pain.

Yan Zekai lowered his eyes, and he could easily see the curly and thick eyelashes trembling like a small fan. His snow-white and transparent skin was as bright as the moon in the sky, pure and flawless.

Seemingly noticing his gaze, Qian Ling raised her eyelashes, and his figure was reflected in her eyes, "What's the matter, my hands are too heavy and hurt you%3F"

"It doesn't hurt, and the wound won't leave a scar."

Yan Zekai's voice was a little hoarse, and the hot air he exhaled was restless, Qian Ling felt itchy, and blinked a few times, and the corners of his eyes were slightly red.

"Then, I'll continue..."

The vehicle drifts further and further.

The lights of various colors from the night market fell on the car windows, making the interior of the car more smokey.

The night market where people come and go is the busiest spot, and it is extremely difficult for vehicles to drive on the narrow path. Lu Ting frowned, and he glanced at the navigation location not far away.

"Master, there are still a few hundred meters left. This student should be able to walk back by himself."

Looking through the rearview mirror, Lu Ting saw that Qianling was lying by the window, arousing a strong interest in the snacks he had never seen before.

Yan Zekai said, "Do you want to go down and have a look?"

"Ah?" Qian Ling turned her head, looked at Lu Ting uncertainly, resisted the thought of wanting to play, and said differently, "But I have to go home."

How could Lu Ting fail to see his little thoughts, compared to other things, it is more important to make Qian Ling.

"Young master, you go, I'll find a place to park, and let me know when you want to go back."

Qianling's eyes lit up.

He and Yan Zekai got out of the car, wearing the same school uniform, they were particularly conspicuous in the crowd, and soon his attention was attracted by a variety of booths.

Yan Zekai said: "Let's go, I'll tell you all the delicious food."

If there is anything that can make Qian Ling feel relaxed and happy, it definitely ranks first in terms of eating.

What Qian Ling couldn't finish was subconsciously given to the person next to him, and Yan Zekai took it skillfully. When Qian Ling realized it, the half-bitten grilled squid had already entered Yan Zekai's mouth.

"Ah...that's—"

Qian Ling was slightly embarrassed, hesitantly said: "That's what I ate..."

"I don't mind, do you mind?"

Qian Ling didn't mind, but this kind of behavior was indeed a little ambiguous.

Yan Zekai said: "It's like this between good friends. You can eat more of what you want without wasting it."

Qian Ling also felt that what he said made sense.

The two walked around like this, and unconsciously came to a boxing gym.

Only then did Qianling come to her senses, and turned around and asked, "By the way, haven't you arrived at your home yet? It seems that there is no way ahead."

"It's here, it's here."

Following Yan Zekai's words, Qian Ling turned her head to look.

In front of them was a two-and-a-half-story building. The signboard of the boxing gym was old, and part of the handwriting was washed away by the rain.

Qian Ling was stunned for a few seconds, and then saw Yan Zekai push the door open, and there were a few young people playing games sitting inside, no one was practicing boxing, and the sound effects of the game came.

Those few people also said a few dirty words from time to time.

"This, this is really your home."

Although it's a bit outrageous, it seems inexplicably reasonable to put it on Yan Zekai's body.This is why he can easily beat so many people down.

Yan Zekai walked in, kicked the stool leg of the nearest young man, and threw the extra snacks on the table.

"Get up, take your things, and let me go."

The young man who was reprimanded did not dare to speak too much, and stood up holding his mobile phone, but suddenly saw Qian Ling standing at the door.

"I go?"

The young man watched so much that he even forgot to operate, and was scolded by his teammates, he also raised his head and glanced at the door.

"Boss, is this your man?"

"Oh my god, boss, where did you abduct this man? You're too obedient."

"You're still wearing your school uniform. Could it be my sister-in-law? Hello, sister-in-law! My buddies just forgot to say hello while playing a game. Come in and sit down."

Several people quickly vacated their seats, and gave up the small sofa in the middle to Qian Ling, "Quick, sister-in-law sit."

"Boss, this iron tree has finally bloomed."

Listening to their messy names, Qianling's ears turned red, and she stood at the door, in a dilemma.

He knew that these young people in front of him were not malicious, but he didn't know how to deal with them.

"You can't stop your mouths with food." Yan Zekai said, "I'll disappear in three seconds, get out."

"Boss, you are too heartless, we haven't had time to chat with sister-in-law."

Yan Zekai thought he didn't even have anything to talk about, you guys are dreaming, he said coldly: "3—"

This group of young people was obviously very afraid of Yan Zekai, and before he could finish counting, a group of people disappeared with a whimper.

Qianling also breathed a sigh of relief.

A boxing gym without people looks more empty and old.

Yan Zekai said: "They are used to being wild with me, and they have no manners in speaking. Don't be angry. If you feel unhappy, I will beat them up for you tomorrow."

Qian Ling paused and waved his hands again and again.

He just felt a little uncomfortable, but not disgusted.

"You don't have to worry about them, a group of rough-skinned and thick-skinned guys, it happens that my hands are itchy too, let's practice with them."

Qian Ling looked at the venue on the first floor, and her eyes fell on the photos hanging on the wall.

In the photo is an old man with gray hair. Standing next to him is a smaller Yan Zekai. Different from his current figure, Yan Zekai in the photo is still a small bean.

He wears training clothes and has learned to keep a straight face at a young age, looking like a tough puppy.

The other photo records Xiaoyan Zekai's adult opponent in front of him alone, and beats him to the ground, with a relaxed and somewhat smug look on his face.

The photos recorded one after another, the old man with gray hair appeared in the photos from time to time, until the last one, the old man disappeared and the record was cut off.

Qian Ling froze for a few seconds, vaguely realizing something.

"Is he your grandfather?"

Yan Zekai said: "No, he was the original owner of this boxing gym. After he left, he gave this building to me."

He was adopted and never had real relatives.

The person who adopted him was a gambler, and the reason was very simple, in order to receive the monthly subsidy from the government of Z.

In the eyes of the gambler, his existence was just a tool to vent his anger, not even as important as a game of poker.

Every time the gambler loses everything and gets drunk, he will definitely punch him and call him a little bastard.

From that time on, he knew that force was very important.

He came to the gate of the boxing gym with scars all over his body, and he came for many days, standing by the side without saying a word.

No one noticed that under his messy long hair, his eyes stared at the fist-fighting match, bursting out with stubborn and tenacious light.

The first person to reach out to him was the gray-haired old man in the photo.

That period of time was one of the few lights in his life, but this light was too short, fleeting, and his world fell into darkness again.

From an angle that Qian Ling didn't notice, Yan Zekai stared at him deeply, as if grabbing something with all his strength.

"Shallow Spirit."

"……Um?"

Qian Ling turned her head, exuding a completely different smell from the old boxing gym, clean, gentle and bright.

It is new snow, and it is the moon in the sky.

He had seen too few rays of light, let alone such a white and dazzling moonlight.

Yan Zekai never knew what it meant to let go, he would only hold on tight, greedy and hopelessly sick.