Boyfriend came to the door after amnesia

"Are you dazzled?" For some reason, Song Ci suddenly felt a little flustered, and he jokingly brought up the subject, "Why hasn't Zhong Jiuli come back yet? Forget it, don't wait for him, let's go out and eat something. "

Seeing that he didn't want to mention it again, Guan Lingyan followed him and said, "Okay."

The two got up and walked outside. When they reached the yard, An Yan poked his head out of the nest when he heard the movement, his dark eyes followed Song Ci's figure.

Guan Lingyan opened the door and went out. Song Ci took a step later and followed behind him, but found that there seemed to be something in front of him.Guan Lingyan walked a few steps, seeing that Song Ci didn't follow, he turned around and asked, "What's wrong?"

Song Ci's face was strange, he tried to reach out his hand to touch the air, and sure enough, he touched something like a wall of glass.

He remembered Zhong Jiuli's words, "You can't get out."

Guan Lingyan also saw something was wrong, "Boundary?"

Song Ci laughed back angrily, is this going to lock him up here?

He kicked the threshold and cursed angrily, "Fuck!"

Guan Lingyan stood under the wall and looked at Song Ci who was about to climb over the wall, and persuaded: "You should come down."

That person deliberately set up an enchantment, and he certainly wouldn't let Song Ci escape so easily.

Song Ci didn't give up even if he hit the south wall. He climbed to the top of the wall and snorted coldly: "I want to lock up Lao Tzu, he's dreaming!" : "You will find a way to catch me later."

Guan Lingyan sat and looked to the right. There was nothing around him. He raised his head to look at Song Ci on the wall, and said with some concern, "I will try my best."

Song Ci hummed, looked left and right, trying to find a good place to stay.

At this moment, a voice sounded from behind Guan Lingyan.

——"Song Ci."

When the two looked up at the same time, Guan Lingyan was stunned.

Zhong Jiuli stood not far away and looked up at Song Ci on the wall. What was more dazzling than the midsummer sun was his face directly exposed to the sun.

He has a tall and straight figure, black hair, and ink-like pupils, which are in great contrast with the cold texture of white porcelain skin. Moreover, his face is expressionless, as if he was naturally serious, and he just stood quietly. That, like a lifeless humanoid porcelain.

But the aura he brought was extremely domineering, making it impossible not to look sideways.

——Even if he was carrying a big bag of vegetables in his hand.

"Come down."

He opened his mouth again, and Guan Lingyan took a quick breath. The moment he saw Zhong Jiuli, he couldn't help holding his breath.

When Song Ci saw him, he couldn't help but be attracted by his appearance. He had to daze for a few seconds before he could recover. This time it was the same. Most of it is gone.

He secretly spurned himself, then sat on the wall provocatively, and said loudly: "No!"

Zhong Jiuli still looked up at him, his long eyelashes lifted, revealing his deep eyes, glassy eyes as beautiful as black pearls in the sunlight.

Song Ci swallowed subconsciously, and he focused his gaze on Zhong Jiuli's chin, it seemed that only in this way could he talk to him properly.

"Why did you lock me up? Is there something you're hiding from me?"

Zhong Jiuli's long eyelashes drooped, he stood there for a while, and then walked into the yard.

The trajectory of Song Ci's gaze changes with Zhong Jiuli's actions.

Zhong Jiuli walked to the wall in the courtyard. He put down the bag in his hand, opened his hand, and said patiently to Song Ci on the wall, "Come down."

At that moment, Song Ci almost couldn't help jumping into his arms.

"You answer my question first."

In front of beauty, he felt very difficult.

Zhong Jiuli frowned, his eyebrows seemed to be darker than others' eyebrows, and the roots were distinct, as if they were painted one by one.

He lied without flushing and heartbeat: "It will be dangerous for you to go out alone now. When I was out, I met a friend. He had something to do with me, so he came back late."

Song Ci had an intuition that he was lying, but couldn't find anything wrong, so he could only look at him with a tangled expression on his eyebrows.

It's midsummer now, the sun is scorching hot, Song Ci sat on the wall, and soon he was soaked in sweat, and his stomach growled in due course.

Zhong Jiuli said: "Come down, let's go out to eat."

Song Ci went down smoothly, "Then you catch me."

Zhong Jiuli nodded and raised his arms, "Okay."

Song Ci jumped down without hesitation, and fell into a firm and powerful embrace. The faint cold fragrance from Zhong Jiuli's body surrounded him, his face couldn't help but he jumped off Zhong Jiuli's body , but the aroma still seemed to linger in his nose.

"Starving to death, eat."

He dropped a word and fled in despair.

Zhong Jiuli stretched out his long arms, grabbed his collar, and said coldly, "You've grown up, and you've learned how to climb walls."

Song Ci had a bad heart and wished he could run away, but he was still being dragged by his collar, and he couldn't escape even if he wanted to, so he had to turn around with a very humble attitude: "It's okay, it's okay."

Seeing Song Ci jumping down, Guan Lingyan also returned to the yard.

Song Ci gradually came back to his senses. He twisted his body and struggled: "Let me go! You didn't tell me clearly. Besides, why do you control me like this!"

Zhong Jiuli just sneered when he heard this, and he pushed him into the study, "Copy the book or use the palm of your hand, it's up to you to choose."

Song Ci instinctively shouted: "Thugs—hit your sister!"

He looked at Zhong Jiuli angrily, and shouted: "When did you copy books and hit your palms? Besides, who are you! My uncle won't beat me, so why do you beat me!"

Zhong Jiuli still has no expression on his face, he has always been like this, no matter what he thinks in his heart, he will not express his anger or elation on his face, at most he will give you a look, as if it is already the supreme honor.

Hearing Song Ci's words, his eyes rolled slightly, and his long eyelashes drooped.

He thought to himself, who could be more qualified to control him than him.

So, he turned around and searched in the study. He remembered that there was a whip, but he didn't know where it was.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Song Ci thought he had frightened him, so he walked out proudly.

However, he couldn't move as soon as he took a step. He was horrified to find that he couldn't move, he couldn't even make a sound, and only his eyes could move.

He scolded Zhong Jiuli in his heart, and at the same time asked Guan Lingyan, who was standing at the door of the study, for help.

Guan Lingyan cast a look of helplessness.

Song Ci rolled his eyes in anger, and in the next second, Zhong Jiuli appeared in front of him with a whip.He was a little flustered, could it be that Zhong Jiuli really wanted to hit him on the palm?

Probably not, he is already such an adult.

When he was trying to comfort himself, Zhong Jiuli raised his hand and held his naturally curled fingers, exposing the palm of his hand.

He started to blink wildly, trying to stop Zhong Jiuli with his eyes.

Zhong Jiuli turned a blind eye, he supported Song Ci's hand with one hand, and raised the whip with the other. Song Ci's eyes widened and he looked at him in disbelief.

With a sound of "咻——", the whip hit his palm firmly.

"one."

While typing, Zhong Jiuli also reported the number.

Song Ci was so angry that he wanted to fight Zhong Jiuli, but he couldn't move his body.

"Two, three... ten."

It wasn't until the tenth time that Zhong Jiuli stopped. He raised his eyes to look at Song Ci, startled.

Song Ci looked at him with red eyes and resentment, and there were still tears on his face.

Zhong Jiuli's sluggish nerves twitched lightly, and after a while, he continued: "Do you still dare?"

"I'm fucking you uncle!"

Song Ci was stunned for a moment when he cursed, and then he realized that he could speak now, but his body still couldn't move.

He stared at Zhong Jiuli, his voice was trembling with anger, and he shouted: "Untie it for me, I can do whatever I like, if you want me to care about you!? Untie it for me, I'm leaving now! You don't have to worry about whether I live or die!"

Zhong Jiuli also had a surge of anger in his heart, but he didn't show it on his face, and it occasionally showed in his eyes, and the emotion in his eyes was covered by the thick long eyelashes.

"Zhong Jiuli!"

Seeing that Zhong Jiuli hadn't moved, Song Ci couldn't help roaring, and the teardrops hanging on his eyelashes fell down with his voice.

Only then did Zhong Jiuli open his eyes, and he gathered himself together, "Your uncle handed you over to me, so you have to follow my rules."

"I don't want it!" Song Ci shouted loudly, "You let me go, I will leave now, don't bother you, I will talk to my uncle myself!"

Zhong Jiuli was even more angry in his heart, but when he looked at his tear-filled red eyes, his anger disappeared, and he wondered if he had lost his sense and acted too hard.

His eyes fell on Song Ci's palm. Song Ci's hand was not only white but also well-proportioned, with round fingertips and no calluses. One could tell at a glance that it was a hand with ten fingers that did not touch the spring water.

At this moment, his palms were red, and upon closer inspection, there were marks of whips.

Zhong Jiuli frowned slightly, suspecting that he was being too aggressive. Song Ci used to be coquettish, and every time he just hit him, he would cry out of breath, crying and screaming in pain, even if he only It took two or three minutes.

He sighed in his heart, raised Song Ci's hand, lowered his head and blew, paused, and said, "It's my teacher... I was wrong, I shouldn't hit you so hard."

Song Ci was stunned, and then suddenly he was able to move on his own. He didn't have time to think about it, and anger took over his brain. He lifted the hand he had just been beaten, and yelled towards Zhong Jiuli's face.

"Snapped--"

A crisp sound startled both of them.