Song Yuzhang

The troops in the 23rd Division sent out people to check the situation after waiting for the squad to return for a long time, and the people sent out soon returned to report the tragic situation outside the city.

The 23rd Division has always been like a local emperor in Guantu. Someone dared to break ground on Taisui. The people of the 23rd Division were very angry, but there was no way to vent their anger. dead.

The only innocent person is the chairman of the Haizhou Chamber of Commerce who paid them to escort him.

The 23rd division didn't realize how deeply guilty they were, and they also lost several brothers!

After bringing back the corpse that could be vaguely discerned from its original appearance, the people from the 23rd Division calmly sent a telegram to Haizhou, roughly meaning--the person is dead, hurry up and collect the corpse!

"Employee—Employee—"

Meng Tingjing was prying cargo boxes for inspection at the pier, and turned her face away after hearing the urgent shouts.

Someone came running wildly, holding a piece of paper in his hand and waving it in the sea breeze.

Meng Tingjing let go, and said coldly: "What are you doing in a panic?"

"Boss!" The visitor stood still, his legs felt weak, and his heart sank, he directly passed the telegram in his hand to Meng Tingjing, "Come on, here is the telegram..."

"So fast."

Meng Tingjing answered the telegram while talking, and a gentle expression appeared on his face. Song Yuzhang landed in Guantu yesterday and reported his safety. It is about time to go to Shankang to board the ship by this time.

The visitor lowered his head and did not dare to look at Meng Tingjing's reaction. He swallowed nervously, and after waiting for an unknown time, he suddenly heard a "tearing" sound. He raised his face carefully, and fragments of the telegram flew out from Meng Tingjing's fingers. , he couldn't help saying: "Master..."

Meng Tingjing raised his hand slightly, without any expression on his face.

"Prepare the car and go to the airport."

The voice was too cold, the man was stunned for two seconds, and then he said as if waking up from a dream: "Yes, I'll go right away!"

The car arrived immediately, and Meng Tingjing pulled up his robe and got into the car without any disturbance in his heart. The telegram was just a joke in his eyes, and he didn't even believe a single punctuation mark in it.

"Boss, there is no plane flying to Guantu today..."

Meng Tingjing stood there for a while, then went inside to borrow a phone.

"Director Liao, yes, it's me, can I borrow a military plane, yes, right now, yes, there is something urgent, it's nothing, it's just a matter of business... Director Liao, it's really urgent, please... help me ..."

Meng Tingjing took a deep breath, dizzy in her mind, and said in a deep voice, "It's really urgent."

"Don't worry, I really can't do anything about it," Liao Tiandong's voice came from the phone helplessly, "It's true that there isn't one, and I'm not the only one who has the final say on this military aircraft."

"Director Liao, I heard that you have newly bought a small mansion in Nancheng. If there is anything missing, I can help you buy it."

There was silence on the other end of the phone. After a long time, Liao Tiandong said slowly: "Boss Meng is interested, just wait a moment."

Liao Tiandong hung up the phone and slammed down the table angrily, you bastard!It turned out to be on his head!

The plane arrived soon. Meng Tingjing got on the plane and said to the attendant who covered her head in the wind: "Go and inform the eldest sister that she will take care of the matters at the pier for now."

"Yes—Master, you, don't be too sad—"

Meng Tingjing directly closed the hatch, turned her face to the pilot and said, "Excuse me, hurry up."

Song Yuzhang woke up in a burst of pain that was about to suffocate. When he opened his eyes, he met Fu Mian's clear and affectionate phoenix eyes again.

Fu Mian removed the palm that was firmly pressing down on his nose and mouth, and said softly, "I see you slept soundly."

Song Yuzhang breathed heavily, and when he exhaled, his lungs felt itchy, so itchy that he almost went crazy. Song Yuzhang coughed violently for a long time before he calmed down slowly.

Fu Mian stroked his chest and patted him gently, "What's the matter, is he suffering from tuberculosis?"

Song Yuzhang coughed until tears came to his eyes, his whole face was red and hot, and he said slowly, "Yes, tuberculosis."

Fu Mian chuckled, "If you have tuberculosis, you have to be locked up."

Song Yuzhang also smiled, "That's the truth."

Fu Mian restrained his smile, bowed his head and took a deep breath.

Song Yuzhang hasn't been properly washed in the past two days, but he has no peculiar smell at all, only the smell of skin, not fragrance, but it makes people very comfortable, refreshing and comfortable. Such a character is really hard to find in 1. Out of one, Fu Mian stretched his palm into the black robe, stroked his smooth skin, and said casually: "You are really hot."

"My heart hurts and I can't breathe."

"Really?" Fu Mian moved his palm up and pressed on his heart, "It's beating in a hurry."

Song Yuzhang's complexion was pale and pink, "I was injured there."

Fu Mian pushed his palm over, clenched that muscle into a ball, and said with a smile, "Do you want me to stop the car and take you to the hospital?"

Song Yuzhang looked at him and felt cold from his smile.

"Why don't you continue?" Fu Mian lowered his head slightly, smiling softly at Song Yuzhang, "Little cripple, you still want to lie."

"I……"

Song Yuzhang snorted, his heart almost fell off.

"Want to stall for time and wait for someone to rescue you? Or do you want to find a chance to escape in the hospital?"

Fu Mian watched Song Yuzhang's furrowed eyebrows with great interest, and exhaled warmly, "Come on, let me show you a clear way," his voice softened, "Just lie to me again, won't it be enough?"

Song Yuzhang's lips moved, "I don't think so."

Fu Mian said generously: "It doesn't matter, from now on you only have freedom of thought, so you can think whatever you want."

Song Yuzhang stopped talking and slowly closed his eyes.

The situation was even more difficult than he had imagined. This Fu Mian was completely different from the Fu Mian in his memory, inside and out.

Fever and leg injuries tormented him together, Song Yuzhang forced himself not to pay attention to the physical pain, he had to think, and think calmly.

Fu Mian hated him, but he didn't kill him, as long as he didn't die, he still had a chance.

Song Yuzhang smiled wryly in his heart, what Fu Mian said was right, if he wanted to escape, he had to go back to his old business and lie to Fu Mian again.

The so-called deception is actually a hatchback game, hiding one's own bargaining chips, testing the other party's bottom line, as long as you know what the other party wants, grasp the other party's weaknesses and desires, and you will be hooked sooner or later.

Fu Mian... what does Fu Mian want now?

Song Yuzhang thought for a while, then smiled wryly in his heart.

What Fu Mian wants is probably what he is suffering now.

pain and torment.

The plane landed.

When Meng Tingjing got off the plane, her back and arms were burning and tingling. People from the 23rd Division were already waiting at the airport, and Meng Tingjing got into their car.

"Hey, it's a mess. Our place has been peaceful for a long time. How could we expect bandits to rob us?"

"These bandits who kill thousands of knives, ask for money when they ask for money, and even murder and set fire, damn it, but don't worry, our soldiers fought bravely and died with those bandits! It can be regarded as revenge for your chairman. I can rest in peace now!"

Meng Tingjing listened without saying a word, then slowly turned her face away.

The 23rd teacher saw that his eyes were red and bloodshot, he smacked his upper and lower lips, and closed his mouth resentfully.

The body was parked in an unused warehouse of the 23rd Division.

The weather is sweltering, and in just two days, the smell of corpses has already permeated the inside. When people stand at the door, the smell blowing against their faces makes people retreat.

"We have already dealt with all of our own people, and there are all your people inside, so go in and see for yourself."

Meng Tingjing stood there for a few minutes, but suddenly he couldn't smell or hear, and only moved a step forward like a pair of scripts.

There were several scorched black corpses parked on the ground inside, and the one in the middle was covered with a white cloth, which looked extremely glaring.

Meng Tingjing stared straight at the past, he didn't know how he walked over, and came to the corpse as if floating past.

He stood and looked down at the long white cloth.

This is a tall man who is about the same size as him, his head is tightly covered by a white cloth, only the toes of his leather shoes are exposed.

Meng Tingjing closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, he knelt down on one knee with a resolute expression, grasping the white cloth with his five fingers like claws, and suddenly, he felt that his arm had lost strength, the white cloth was nothing Good fabric, very light and thin, already revealing the facial features of the person under the fabric.

The back molars were clenched tightly, and the corner of the white cloth was lifted with trembling fingers. A blackened blood stain was seen in the sight. Meng Tingjing took a deep breath, suppressed the pain in his chest, and shook his arm violently. Lift off the whole white cloth!

The corpse was scorched black and beyond recognition. There was a black muzzle on his forehead, which made his original appearance completely unrecognizable. We could only vaguely see that this person had slightly narrow cheeks, a high bridge of nose, and a pair of deep big eyes. The eyes and outline are very similar to Song Yuzhang.

A strong rejection came from his heart, and Meng Tingjing said in his heart: "No! This is not him! This is not Song Yuzhang!"

There was a sudden surge of strength in his arm, and he stretched out his hand to peel off the ragged clothes, his fingers quickly groped on the shoulder of the corpse, and then he touched a raised scar.

The fingers trembled and retracted as if they were being pricked by needles. Meng Tingjing looked at the plausible face with fixed eyes, and the voice in his heart continued to say strongly and stubbornly: "No, no, no——"

The fingers touched it again.

It was a gunshot wound.

Meng Tingjing's eyes turned black, her knees kneeling on the ground were firm and painful, no, this is not Song Yuzhang, Song Yuzhang will not die, impossible, this is impossible...

Meng Tingjing suddenly became furious. He stood up, pulled out the gun from his waist, and fired twice at the corpse.

When the soldiers outside heard the movement, they thought something was wrong, and ran into the smelly warehouse, only to see Meng Tingjing coming out with a gun, and said coldly, "That's not him."

Xiao Bing asked inexplicably, "Why not?"

"When we passed by, people hadn't burned so badly. It was him. Look at the high nose bridge. You can't mistake it. It's the body of your chairman, and that suit..."

Meng Tingjing raised his arm, and the gun butt hit the soldier's head heavily, and the soldier fell to the ground with an "oops". Meng Tingjing turned around, with a terrifying expression, and said every word: "Don't curse him."

Song Yuzhang was put on a black turban, and in the darkness of his vision, he felt that he was picked up by Fu Mian and got out of the car.

Sunlight penetrated faintly through the gaps in the fabric, Song Yuzhang coughed and said, "Where are you taking me?"

Fu Mian laughed happily, "Guess?"

Song Yuzhang's heart beat like a drum, shaking slightly in Fu Mian's arms, he whispered: "Ye Cheng?"

Fu Mian smiled again, "You think I'll take what you edited so seriously? Zhuqing, think about it, and stop treating me like a fool."

Song Yuzhang was silent for a while, and said, "An Jin?"

"wrong."

"East City."

"Nor."

Fu Mian carried him briskly onto the boat, Song Yuzhang was suddenly thrown out amidst the shaking, he fell into a piercing softness, the black scarf on his head was removed, Song Yuzhang slightly adjusted to the light outside, and blinked a few times Later, he found himself in a haystack, nailed tightly on all sides, like a warehouse on a ship.

"You can guess slowly," Fu Mian squeezed the black scarf, and stretched out his hand to twirl the grass clippings in Song Yuzhang's hair. "I guessed your thoughts before, and it's your turn now."

"It's a long journey, I'm afraid you will be idle and bored, so I specially found someone to accompany you."

Fu Mian clapped his hands.

Someone dragged someone in from outside.

The man was wearing a white robe, but the white robe was blood-stained and torn, and he threw it beside Song Yuzhang without even moaning.

Song Yuzhang stared fixedly at that pale face, feeling a suffocating oppression in his chest.

"This man's bones are not hard at all." Fu Mian leaned over and pulled Song Yuzhang's hair, and brought Song Yuzhang's face close to the unconscious man, "I only tortured him for a few days, and he will recruit everything, Zhu Qing , look at your eyes, what a pair of sluts."

Song Yuzhang just looked at Xiaofengxian, unable to say anything.

Fu Mian lifted his face, and said softly: "I was afraid that you would lose your appetite, so I specially left him a good face. Am I being considerate?" He lowered his head and kissed Song Yuzhang's temples, "Zhu Qing , I want to see how you fuck him tonight, can you do it?" Song Yuzhang turned his face to look at Fu Mian bit by bit.

"No, I'll arrange someone else," Fu Mian said softly, "You just need to watch, it won't tire you."

Song Yuzhang remained silent for a long time, just staring at Fu Mian fixedly.

Fu Mian laughed under his gaze, let go of his hands and straightened up, and raised his voice: "Leave the boat——"