Song Yuzhang

It seems to be raining outside, and the salad sounds on the cabin, which is very quiet and peaceful. There is a round window in the cabin, and the light from outside penetrates, forming a small circle on the ground, just like a stage Song Yuzhang is the temporary actor on this stage.

Fu Mian hung him up.

The hemp rope was tied around the wrists, and the cabin was not too high. Song Yuzhang was tall, and his toes could barely touch the wooden boards after being hoisted up.

From night until the sun came out, Fu Mian didn't come back again. Song Yuzhang's head and face became hot, and he was about to faint several times, but he couldn't do it. When he lost his strength, his wrist felt unbearable, and he could only wake up every minute and every second. Boil time.

His words of love angered Fu Mian so much.

Song Yuzhang smiled bitterly after being hung up all night.

This at least shows that he is not without chips in his hand.

In the end, he can only go back to his old business, and he really has to lie to him again as Fu Mian said before he can get away?

Song Yuzhang didn't know.

For so many years in the rivers and lakes, he has always hidden himself very well, even rarely revealing his real name and surname. He was suddenly exposed by Fu Mian. Song Yuzhang felt that he was really going to be stripped naked, not physically, but It is spiritual.

The toes touched the ground, Song Yuzhang braced himself hard, his calf was tense, the wound inevitably ruptured, and the gauze was soaked with freshly oozing blood, Song Yuzhang thought calmly: "It's the flesh that hurts, it won't be real. lame."

After the baptism of the explosion, his body is obviously not as good as before, but it is not so weak.

If the wound bleeds, let it bleed, and if you have a fever, let it have a fever.

Song Yuzhang pursed his dry lips, gritted his teeth and raised his face slightly.

The hatch opened at this time.

Song Yuzhang still looked up, not looking to see who it was.

He guessed it was Fu Mian.

There were actually quite a few followers on this ship, he could hear footsteps as they passed by on the deck, but the only ones he had seen were those two who held Xiao Fengxian in the warehouse that day.

Fu Mian should have a desire to monopolize him.

"What are you thinking about?"

A casual voice sounded, and Song Yuzhang felt that Fu Mian's two hands were stroking him.

Such a hanging posture made Song Yuzhang's muscles tense involuntarily. The slender and straight subclavian chest muscles are smooth and picturesque, full of the beauty of masculine power, but it is amazing that such a fine and strong body It is white with powder, showing a kind of contradictory pure immaturity.

Fu Mian leaned over and took a deep breath between his chest, "Why don't you speak?"

Song Yuzhang raised his face and said hoarsely after a while: "Thirsty."

"is it?"

Song Yuzhang's dry lips were pressed by his fingers, and Fu Mian rubbed his fingers hard on them, which was painful and itchy, "I won't let you die of thirst."

His throat was pinched, and Song Yuzhang instinctively opened his mouth. Fu Mian's fingers poked in and messed around in his mouth. His tongue was clamped between his fingers, stroking from top to bottom.

Song Yuzhang suddenly remembered the tongue that Xiaofengxian had lost, and he wanted to close his mouth and bite those two fingers, but he knew that doing so was just a quick trick, and maybe it would make Xiaofengxian suffer extra.

Song Yuzhang could only open his mouth forcefully, saliva flowed from the corner of his lips, Fu Mian took out two wet fingers, and smeared it on Song Yuzhang's mouth again, "Isn't there a lot of water?"

Song Yuzhang didn't say a word, but mobilized all his strength to support his toes.

Fu Mian walked behind him.

The two wet fingers switched places.

"It's hot."

Fu Mian said in a complimenting tone, "I think it's good that you keep burning like this."

Song Yuzhang was silent at first, but finally made the sound of inhaling.

"Don't be so tense, what's the rush?"

Fu Mian wrapped his other arm around his waist, smiling sinisterly and softly, "Bitch."

Song Yuzhang thought of Meng Tingjing at a certain moment.

It was only for a moment, and then he couldn't think about anything else.

The legs tried their best to touch the ground, but their body was weak, so they could only fall backwards, and the more they leaned back, the weaker they became. Under such a vicious circle, Song Yuzhang couldn't help but tightly closed his eyes .

Fu Mian clasped his waist that kept falling backwards, and said with a smile: "This tastes good, will you find food by yourself?"

Song Yuzhang bit his lip, the blood leaked from his lip, seeping into his teeth, he couldn't stand it and said: "A Mian..."

A little crying came out of Song Yuzhang's mouth, which was always tall and unrestrained, with a taste of begging for mercy. Fu Mian felt a light hit him from behind. , I understand, you did it on purpose, if you don't do this, you bitch won't find it satisfying!"

Song Yuzhang slid his toes on the ground with difficulty, and as the rain outside became heavier and heavier, he yelled "Ah Mian" one after another, as if he had lost his soul.

When he was about to be knocked into the air, Song Yuzhang was finally hugged by Fu Mian.

With both legs resting on Fu Mian's arms weakly, Song Yuzhang finally put all his weight on Fu Mian's arms as if he lost his strength, as if he leaned towards Fu Mian on purpose.

"Even a bitch is not as cheap as you—" Fu Mian bit his ear, the tip of his teeth grinding the cartilage above, "Stop barking!"

Song Yuzhang didn't seem to hear it at all, and still said "A Mian".

Fu Mian covered his mouth with one hand.

The hot air from the mouth sprayed out, and it was wet and stuffy inside, as if chanting a spell.

"A Mian."

Fu Mian untied the rope, threw Song Yuzhang onto the bed, held Song Yuzhang by the back of his neck, and pressed his entire face into the pillow.

"To shut up!"

The rain hit the glass windows of the cabin with a "slapping" sound, violent wind and rain, muffled thunder, and the disordered breath slowly dissipated. Fu Mian lay heavily on Song Yuzhang's back, raised his hands, His fingers touched the pair of bright red shackles on his wrists, and he lowered his head and bit on them.

Song Yuzhang didn't say a word, Fu Mian loosened his mouth, and played with the hair on the back of his neck, "I'll pay you after I get off the boat."

Song Yuzhang didn't understand, but when Fu Mian started stroking his wrist again, he understood.

Fu Mian observed the change in his complexion, tilted his face, and said with a smile: "Do you like iron or copper? Gold and silver are not good, gold and silver are too soft."

Song Yuzhang looked at Fu Mian, and there was no wave in his eyes as if accepting his fate, "I'm thirsty."

Fu Mian stared straight at Song Yuzhang, and after a while, he suddenly smiled, "Then be thirsty! I'm not here to make you live comfortably," Fu Mian cupped Song Yuzhang's face, and kissed him on his bleeding mouth. After a while, "Baby Zhuqing, wait slowly, your hard days are yet to come."

Meng Tingjing couldn't find any clues.

The gangsters were all dead, and all the soldiers who went there were also dead. The only one alive might be the missing Liu Chu, but if Liu Chu was still alive, what about the others?

Meng Tingjing suspected that Liu Chu had betrayed Song Yuzhang, but this suspicion was of no help in finding Song Yuzhang. He would rather believe that Liu Chu escaped from the dead cleverly, but he didn't know where he went. Anyway, he was still alive. With Liu Chu alive, he had more hope of finding Song Yuzhang.

Only a few days have passed, and the traffic in Guantu is not developed. Apart from a few lackluster planes, there are only a few small roads to leave Guantu. Go to Shankang by boat.

There are many checkpoints on the airport, and there are people from the 23rd Division guarding it, so it is not a suitable way to escape.

Meng Tingjing called the 23rd Division and asked someone to come over immediately with a box of gold bars.

This is not his territory, he has to borrow the strength of others.

Liao Tiandong had already arranged a military plane for Meng Tingjing, and now he wanted to give the green light to Meng Tingjing's subordinates. He was furious and could only agree. Nancheng not only had his small mansion, but also a large amount of hidden property. After the 200 million from Song's Bank was handled by Meng Tingjing, Liao Tiandong became ill and transferred his property to Nancheng, but he was still caught by Meng Tingjing.

Even though all officials are greedy now, Liao Tiandong is still afraid, and can only drive the Meng family's confidant onto the plane with the attitude of inviting a ghost.

As soon as the matter was over, he angrily went to Shen Chengduo's casino to play hard. In Shen Chengduo's casino, after a game of gambling, the winning and losing were ups and downs, but he would win in the end, and he won a large sum of money .

Liao Tiandong suddenly realized that Shen Chengduo was actually very good at being a man, and there was no one in the whole fucking whole Haizhou who was less able to be a man than Meng Tingjing!

Liao Tiandong was greedy for money and not lustful, and he and Shen Chengduo just scolded while drinking.

Shen Chengduo said: "What is Boss Meng rushing to Guantu for? I remember Chairman Song went to Guantu a few days ago."

"I don't know," Liao Tiandong said impatiently, "That place is so poor."

Shen Chengduo said: "I don't know when the two of them will come back, but this is a good thing, the chairman and vice chairman of the chamber of commerce have all run away."

Liao Tiandong snorted, "I don't care about them."

As soon as the gold bars arrived, Meng Tingjing immediately became the guest of the 23rd Division. Guantu, as Liao Tiandong said, had no oil and water, but if the place was a little richer, it would not be the same as the 23rd Division.

Meng Tingjing had no other hopes for their group of soldiers who were like buckets, and only asked them to follow along the path to see if there was any trace of Liu Chu or any suspicious person.

"Bring back all unfamiliar faces!"

Meng Tingjing issued orders, even more dignified than the commander of the 23rd Division. The real commander of the 23rd Division counted gold bars at home, regardless of how his soldiers were ordered.

The soldiers of the 23rd Division saw that their chiefs had delegated power, and they answered "yes" honestly.

Meng Tingjing himself didn't say anything, and immediately led a large group of people to the pier in Shankang.

Shankang is also a small town, and the pier is not prosperous. Meng Tingjing works on the pier himself, and after a few words, he got acquainted with the local pier owner. With money to open the way, he asked him about the ships going out to sea at the pier these days.

"There are quite a lot of ships, several cargo ships."

After thinking carefully, Meng Tingjing said precisely, "How many days before and after July 12?"

There are records for going to sea at the pier, and the owner of the pier went to get the record, swiped his finger from top to bottom, and said, "Three ships went to sea on July 11, two ships on July 12, and none on July [-]."

Meng Tingjing took his record book to read, but unfortunately Shankang is a small place, and the records are not perfect, and basically nothing can be seen.

Where several ships went was also inconsistent.

Three went north and two went south.

Meng Tingjing closed the notebook. He has never believed in gods and Buddhas, so he can only gamble at this time. Song Yuzhang has almost no accent, but his taste is southern. The favorite master Hu is a master from the south. .

Meng Tingjing's face darkened, and he said to the waiting soldiers: "Go south!"

After Song Yuzhang was thirsty for half an hour, he finally drank water. He was so thirsty that he drank the whole glass in one go. Fu Mian, who was feeding him the water, said slowly after he finished drinking the water: "You take this glass The water is all gone, but he has no water to drink."

Song Yuzhang slowly raised his face.

Fu Mian raised his eyebrows and smiled at him.

"Do you have to do this?" Song Yuzhang said slowly, "The injustice has a leader, and the debt has an owner. This matter has nothing to do with him."

Fu Mian said: "Didn't you say you don't care about him?"

Song Yuzhang said calmly, "I lied to you."

Fu Mian laughed, "You are finally willing to admit it."

"Let him go," Song Yuzhang said, "I'm willing to do anything."

Fu Mian looked at him with a smile, then suddenly stretched out his hand, and gave Song Yuzhang a crisp slap.

"Bitch, do you think you're still valuable? Willing to do anything? What can you do?" Fu Mian said softly, "Don't you just spread your legs at me like a bitch?"

Song Yuzhang coughed lightly, and said calmly: "There is still a lot I can do."

"Oh?" Fu Mian laughed, "For example?"

Song Yuzhang stared at his face for a moment, then slowly lowered his face while kneeling.

He lowered his head so that he couldn't see Fu Mian's face, and his lips lightly pressed against the soft silk, "Let him go, I can be a bit more humble."

The short hair at the back of his head was grabbed violently, and when he didn't know whether to lift it up or press it down, the hatch outside was knocked hastily.

"what's up?"

Fu Mian's voice was as cold as coming out of a crevice in ice.

"Grandpa, it's a big deal."

Fu Mian shook off Song Yuzhang and went out, closing the cabin door from behind to prevent any view from inside, he said with a sullen face, "Say."

"Someone observed that a boat seemed to be chasing after it."