After the rebirth, the real young master was kidnapped by the fake young master

When the car almost rolled over and broke through the protective barrier of the winding mountain road, Xu Jiaping knew that the game had been tampered with.

But he has always been ruthless to others and even more ruthless to himself. Estimating how long the car would last before it fell apart, he continued to accelerate without changing his expression, and when he crossed the finish line, he and the car overturned to the ground.

The car was scrapped, and the bones of the person seemed to have been knocked out of place.

Xu Jiaping reluctantly straightened up and wiped off the blood on his forehead, and amidst the cheers, he smiled at the person in charge of the opposite Xicheng team.

The person in charge's face, which had been extremely difficult to see, darkened again because of such provocation.

The team that Xu Jiaping was in was just a name. He wanted money, and the team wanted the name.Not familiar with each other, he briefly dealt with the injury, greeted the team members and planned to leave.

Summer has arrived.

The temperature dropped a little at night, and it was still stuffy in short sleeves.Xu Jiaping wiped his face with cold water, and the corners of his mouth twitched when he touched the bleeding wound.

He thought, it's a good thing Song Jiqiu wasn't allowed to come, otherwise Song Jiqiu would cry in fright.

The collar was pulled back suddenly. Someone wanted to push him into the sink. He grabbed the person and pushed him under the faucet. The cold water flowed to the maximum. The man screamed like a pig.

The man had trouble breathing because of drowning, and he couldn't tell whether it was tears, snot or saliva all over his head and face.

Xu Jiaping gave a disgusted "tsk" and threw him against the wall, and met the group of people crowded at the door.

Don't think about it other than that Xicheng team who likes to make small moves.

"Stinky boy, life is really big." Huang Maoliu spat out.

The man beside him spoke viciously: "It's a pity that you won't be so lucky in the future."

The man punched Xu Jiaping in the face, but was intercepted in mid-air.

Under the light, Xu Jiaping looked relaxed, as if he was not the one who was about to crush his bones.

"Let go!" The man wanted to pull his wrist away, but he couldn't struggle at all. Beads of sweat soon appeared on his face, and he was so painful that he lost his voice.

Seeing that the situation was wrong, the others swarmed up.

Xu Jiaping punched the rushing cannon fodder in the abdomen, and by the way pushed forward the person who wanted to attack from behind.

Two fists are no match for four hands, not to mention how many hands there are here, they think highly of him, many of the people who come are Lianjiazi.

Xu Jiaping's eyes became colder and colder, and impatience gradually emerged.

A person sneaked around behind him. He didn't pay attention. He was hit on the temple with a punch. When he fell to the ground, his shoulder hit a random pile of wooden boards, and the wooden thorns fell into his flesh. for a moment.

The closed small space was filled with the sound of heavy breathing and the smell of salty blood and sweat.

Xu Jiaping felt nauseous.

Fighting does not pick a good place for air circulation.

The group of people took advantage of the victory to pursue, and their fists landed on his flesh and bones. He bent down in the dark and picked up a wooden stick, and he grabbed someone head-on based on his feeling, and threw it away when the wooden stick broke.

The rest of the people were frightened by his ruthlessness, cursing:

"Fuck, how can this kid be so good at fighting?"

"If you fight again, he won't last long."

Xu Jiaping hadn't suffered such a serious injury for a long time. For a moment, he felt that he was about to pass out from the pain. After a while, he became numb and couldn't tell whether he had been beaten. He could even hear the old-fashioned light bulb above his head humming and burning. The sound mingled with the buzzing in my ears.

"The police are here!"

Outside the door, a trembling clear voice sounded.

Everyone turned their heads in a hurry, and there was only a handsome young man in a white suit at the door, his jade skin glowed faintly with sweat, which was incompatible with the messy and dirty environment.

Looking behind him again, there are no figures in the empty space.

"Dare to lie to us?" The leader sneered.

Song Jiqiu didn't talk nonsense, he kicked the gangsters in front of him, strode forward, grabbed the collar of the person who attacked Xu Jiaping and knocked it against the wall, his eyes were colder than ice.

His eyes were filled with blood, and he was so stimulated by the anger that he couldn't faint.

"Damn it? Where did another one come from, and the number of fights is the same." The little gangster secretly thought that this order was unlucky.

Of course Xu Jiaping's apprentice is exactly the same as him, but it can be seen that Song Jiqiu is far less experienced than Xu Jiaping, but he can barely share half of the firepower.

"How did you come?"

Xu Jiaping gritted his teeth and stood up again. His voice was so small that he could hardly hear it. Song Jiqiu's ear caught it: "I'll come if I want to."

Xu Jiaping smiled.

There was a low sound in the darkness.

Song Jiqiu wanted to roll his eyes, laughing at any time, he was beaten into a fool.

The long tug-of-war exhausted the physical strength and patience of both sides, but it was obvious that the gangsters had the upper hand with their heads. The leader lit a cigarette, looked at Song Jiqiu and Xu Jiaping who were sitting on the ground panting, and walked over with a sneer: "We must Be stubborn with Lao Tzu."

There were a few bloodstains on Song Jiqiu's cheeks, and he suddenly turned over and pressed onto Xu Jiaping's body, blocking the cigarette butt that was about to be scalded directly at Xu Jiaping's eyelids with his hand.

Xu Jiaping felt his eyes go dark, and the warm breath was close at hand, with the fresh smell of summer just embedded in his chest.

Finally, a steady voice shouted from the door, and the batons slammed on the door frame: "Stop beating, everyone squat down!"

The police finally came.

Song Jiqiu completely let go of his strength and fell into Xu Jiaping's arms.

"Uncle policeman, if you don't come, you will die." Song Jiqiu complained, he really called the police, but he couldn't wait for the police to come, afraid that Xu Jiaping would not be able to hold on, so he ran in to help.

As a result, not only was no one believed him, but he was also beaten for a long time.

"Don't worry, we will deal with it seriously." The police drove the group of gangsters to a corner and walked up to Song Jiqiu. The fair and clean child had bruises on his face, and he looked pitiful. "Go to the hospital first."

Rongcheng Municipal Hospital was also overcrowded at night, and several bleeding patients were sent to the emergency department, and they were nothing compared to them.

Song Jiqiu was still wearing that pure white dress, shedding some of his youthful childishness, like a ball of clean snow, even if it rolled around a few times and got dusty, it couldn't stop the delicacy.

It was the first time Xu Jiaping saw Song Jiqiu dressed like this, and it was much more pleasing to the eye than his dog-like demeanor when he was wearing a suit.

like a little prince.

"Did you just come from a party?" he asked.

"Yeah." Song Jiqiu loosened his tie, "I heard someone say that the team you're racing against has a perineum, so I ran over to have a look."

His tone was as relaxed as passing by, and Xu Jiaping didn't know what to respond for a moment, so he could only lower his head and touch the freshly wrapped bandage:

"Oh."

"Don't touch it." Song Jiqiu had difficulty moving, couldn't lift his left arm, so he stabbed his waist with his elbow, "How old are you, I still can't control my hands."

Xu Jiaping stopped moving when he heard the words, and for a moment he was so obedient.

After treating the injuries, they went back to the police station to make notes, but there were too many people in the hospital, and it took a long time to line up. The two of them sat on the bench in the corridor and looked at each other silently.Song Jiqiu could only rack his brains to think of topics, and asked, "Am I powerful?"

As a student, I like to get a compliment from the teacher.

When Xu Jiaping taught him how to fight in his previous life, he never praised him in this aspect, and he wanted to take this opportunity to make up for it in this life.

Xu Jiaping's breathing was gentle, falling on his slender, white fingers.

"Does it hurt?"

Song Jiqiu belatedly felt the belated pain.

When the nurse treated his wound earlier, it hurt everywhere. He didn't notice a wound on the back of his hand burned by a cigarette butt. After applying the ointment, it was still red and swollen. It looked like a scar would be left in the future.

Song Jiqiu's hands were beautiful, slender and slender, with well-proportioned flesh and bones, and looked like pianist's material.After his mother took him back, she also commented in the same way, and sighed after she finished speaking.Song Jiqiu knew that his mother thought of his difficult life when he was a child, and felt sorry for him.Worried that his mother would fall into a mood of self-pity, he quickly changed the topic, and would always hide his hands in the wide sleeves of his school uniform in the future.

"It's okay." Song Jiqiu heaved a sigh of relief when recalling the fight not long ago, knowing that the man was going straight to scald Xu Jiaping's eyes to blind him, but luckily he reacted in time.

He deliberately eased the inexplicably dull atmosphere, waved it lightly a few times, and joked:

"Protect your medal."

The wound oozes blood, which is really not pretty. He quickly flips his wrist over, palm facing outward.

Xu Jiaping's eyebrows and eyes were deep, as if he was staring at his palm, but also seemed to be letting go.

After a long time, Song Jiqiu felt uncomfortable, moved his finger, and was about to retract it, when he suddenly felt a little cool.

He took a closer look and saw that it was the lighter that Xu Jiaping had been using since he was an adult. It was silver-white with a four-leaf clover engraved on it.

He didn't understand what Xu Jiaping meant, and asked blankly, "What's wrong?"

Xu Jiaping sat bowed, like a silent tree, and after two seconds, he spoke, his voice was soft and hoarse, and said:

"I won't smoke in the future."