Ling Ge was staring intently at the man who suddenly got into the car while being scrutinized. He had ridden in Xia Chen's pumpkin carriage many times.

It was also because of this that after suddenly appearing in this strange place, he didn't panic, nor did he violently smash the strange carriage that couldn't open the door.

Of course, his own powerful strength as a boneless man gave him full confidence.

The man in front of him was wearing strangely tailored clothes, but it looked extremely snug, giving him an upright and upright feeling.

His hair is short, his outline is deep, his eyebrows are sword-like, his lips are slightly pursed, and he looks quite serious. people.

The most important thing is that although this man has doubts in his eyes, there is no trace of fear on his face.

Linge suddenly became curious. Throughout the Da'an Dynasty, there were so many human bases, large and small, even the Wangxiang City managed by Xia Chen. Human beings were all afraid and disgusted when they saw them.

Because they are boneless and zombie kings, Chitong is so representative that no one knows what it means.

Linge faintly suspects that this might be the Three Thousand Worlds or some secret realm that Xia Chen occasionally told him when telling him stories. He just leaned on the strange glass window and looked out. There are countless strange and strange architectural styles here. Strange horseless carts, never seen before.

"Speak." Jing Yang frowned angrily.

He's used to saying the same thing, and it's been a long time since he met such a person who doesn't take his words seriously. The young man in front of him just stared at him blankly, but didn't say a word, and ignored his questioning. Very unhappy.

However, his tone was just a bit harsh, but the young man shrank his shoulders in fear as if he was frightened, his eyes were full of water, the red pupils were like gemstones soaked in the clear stream water, more translucent, sparkling peach blossom eyes His tail was dyed thin red, and his pitiful expression looked like he had bullied him.

"Yes, I'm sorry, I don't, I don't know anything, don't hit me..." Linge raised his hand to protect his head, humming softly, his wide sleeves fell down, revealing his thin and fair wrists.

Singers are very demanding on their bodies. Although they are not good at singing spiritual songs, they have built up a foundation since they were young. They are thin, their waists are thin and flexible, and their wrists are slender and weak.

If Wen Shu, Xia Chen's little prince, was here, he would surely understand that the spiritual song was re-enacted after he became addicted to drama, and at most he would cheer him up with some roasted melon seeds and make a pot of tea.

But there was only Jing Yang, a person who didn't know him well, Young Master Jing, who had a tough personality and a tough wrist, had never met anyone who dared to cry in front of him. The last one who cried in front of him was his trash brother, who was caught He took off his belt and ran around the room.

It would be fine if the spiritual song was ugly, but he was exquisite and beautiful, and it was even more charming when he cried.

Rao, as the president of the entertainment company, Mr. Jing was used to seeing all kinds of beauties, so he couldn't help shaking his head, a little soft-hearted.

However, Jing Yang has seen a lot of people who use various means to take shortcuts on him, so he is still wary of Lingge, and he completely ignores the slightest softness in his heart.

"Don't cry." Jing Yang said ruthlessly, "If you cry again, I will throw you down."

Because there is too little information, there is no way to fill up the spiritual songs created by the characters. He can only perform on the spot by himself. This kind of difficult challenge aroused his fighting spirit. He maintained his superb acting skills and pretended to be afraid when Jing Yang "intimidated" him. The ground trembled, and begged with a crying sound: "I won't cry, please don't drive me away."

Poor singing skills in spiritual songs does not mean that his voice is not good, on the contrary, you can tell from his name that he has a good voice. When the band owner bought him, he also put his heart into cultivating him.

But he couldn't find the tune by nature, no matter how much he trained, at most he wouldn't be out of tune, and his singing skills were no better than the others at work.

But after many years of training, Lingge knows how to change the tone and breath, and also knows how to use his own voice. This begging is really melodious.

Jing Yang only felt a tingling in his ears, and he almost couldn't help rubbing his hands.

This unreasonable physical reaction made Jing Yang quite uncomfortable, his brows were tightened, and his expression became even more unkind: "Bring me the ID card."

Linge looked blank without any pretense: "What ID card?"

Jing Yang laughed angrily: "Pretend to be here, right? You don't even know your ID card? Are you underage?"

Lingge pouted: "I'm an adult, I'm... nineteen, and I'm about to be crowned."

Of course the real age can't be told, otherwise the man would faint from fright. He was just nineteen when he died, so it's not a lie to say that.

Jing Yang was taken aback, because of Ling Ge's naturally romantic appearance, coupled with his precocious life due to the hardships of life since childhood, he was less childish. Jing Yang thought he was in his 20s, but he didn't expect him to be so young, two or three times younger than his younger brother. age.

Thinking about it this way, Jing Yang's anger eased a little, he is still a child who has just grown up, what does he care about with such an ignorant child.

"Forget it, go down and work hard in the future. You have good conditions, so there is no need to go this way."

Jing Yang thinks that he is very tolerant. Those who dared to play tricks on him in the past have already been cleaned up by him so that they can be clear-headed and start a new life.

But today this guy just didn't appreciate it, when he heard that he was let go, he hugged the back of his seat and didn't let go, his eyes turned red and he started to cry again: "Master, don't drive me away, the boss sold me to Luo's house, then Jiaguang carried out several corpses last year. I can sing little songs and warm your bed, so you can accept me!"

Jing Yang: "..."

Ling Ge was crying so pitifully, he really didn't know what the situation was now, and it was not easy to set up, so he just brought out his original experience and cried.

Jing Yang was at a loss when he heard it, what kind of class leader, why did he carry out a few corpses, how can there be such a rampant existence in a legal society?

And the back... Jing Yang felt uncomfortable for a while, this child is so young and shameless, warming the bed, does he know what warming the bed means? !

"Don't cry." Jing Yang has never been good at coaxing people, and of course no one dared to let him coax him. The only one who is qualified, Jing Er Shao, dares to cry in front of him and he can make him cry even worse.

As soon as his voice tightened, Lingge stopped crying and only sobbed softly, looking extremely pitiful.

Jing Yang coughed lightly and asked, "What's your name?"

"Soul song."

"Which two words?"

After answering the spiritual song, Jing Ye recited it silently, thinking that the name sounds nice and fits people well.

He asked again: "Who is the class leader you are talking about? Then what happened to the Luo family?"

Linge blinked and looked innocent: "The troupe master is the troupe master. The master of our theater troupe, the Luo family is a big family in the imperial capital. I heard that they have relatives who are high officials in the court."

Do troupes still exist?This question flashed by, Jing Yang didn't go into it carefully, but grasped the key words in it: "Emperor Capital?"

Linge nodded: "Well, Dijing, don't you know? Dijing is the largest city in our Da'an Dynasty, and the emperors live here."

Jing Yang stared at Linge for a while without moving his eyes, Linge's eyes only showed curiosity and no guilt.

"I've never heard of the Da'an Dynasty." Jing Yang said, "Tell me about your situation in detail, and how you came to my car."

Ling Ge answered every question, he never evaded his own life experience, when Jing Yang asked, he said it, and finally changed it a little bit: "I don't want to be sold to Luo's family, so I want to run away while the leader is not paying attention. Know how to get here."

He was lying on the back of Jingyang's seat, the flesh on his cheeks was a little swollen, showing a bit of childishness, and listening to what he said, Jingyang felt a little distressed.

At this moment, he would rather the spiritual song be a lie to him. With such a life experience, just listening to it makes people feel pity.

"Then you follow me first." Jing Yang no longer struggled, taught Ling Ge to fasten his seat belt, and then drove away.

He thought very clearly, if what the spiritual song said was true, he couldn't bear to drive him away.If it was fake, it would be rare for him to show kindness and still be deceived. This brat and the people behind him will die.

He made an appointment to talk about something, and it has been delayed for a while, and now he has no time to arrange the spiritual song, and he is worried about other people, so he had to take the spiritual song to the appointed place first.

Originally, he planned to let Ling Ge go in with him and open a separate box for him to have some food, but when he saw Ling Ge's clothes again, he immediately dismissed the idea.

"Wait for me in the car for a while, don't run around."

Ling Ge nodded obediently, his obedient appearance made Jing Yang's heart soften, before he could react, his hand had already touched Ling Ge's head.

Both of them froze for a moment, Jing Yang coughed lightly, quickly took his hand away, evened the curve of the corner of his mouth, and said in a cold voice, "Wait for me to come back."

He left a gap in the car window, then locked the car, and called his assistant when he went upstairs: "Ask the security department to send me a copy of today's surveillance video of the underground parking lot."

After talking about serious matters with someone, when he said goodbye and left, Jing Yang remembered that there was a good refreshment here, so he packed a copy.

Returning to the car with the packed refreshments, he opened the door, and saw the young man lying on the car seat with nothing to do, his eyes lit up, and he said with a beaming smile, "You're back!"

Seen soft by his eager eyes, Jing Yang thought to himself, no wonder so many like to keep pets, there is a little darling who is always waiting for you, happy to see you, it really makes people feel happy.

But Jing Yang was never used to expressing emotions, he was happy in his heart, his face was still expressionless, only the corners of his mouth were slightly curved.

"Here." Jing Yang handed the box to Ling Ge, watched him open it, took another small piece of snack and sniffed it, then asked in a low voice, "Can I eat it? This seems delicious."

"Eat it, I bought it for you." Jing Yang completely forgot about his obsession with cleanliness, and he also forgot that the last time Jing Ershao who was eating in his car was kicked out of the car by him, and he promised very generously.

"It's delicious, young master, you're so kind!" Linge ate with his cheeks bulging, although he wasn't as greedy as the little prince, but who doesn't like delicious food?

Good-looking, well-behaved, obedient, and sweet-mouthed, Jing Yang's heart has been biased unconsciously. He thinks that the spiritual song should not have lied to him. Get bullied again.

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