Congenital deficiency

Ji Daogong came to the old house in the middle of the night a few days later.

Hong Zhuo got dressed, walked to the door of the bedroom and folded back, wrapped the sleeping person on the bed with a blanket, hugged him and went downstairs.

After such a toss, Hong Lingyu just woke up when she walked to the basement, yawned, and patted Hong Zhuo to go down by herself.

The blanket is a bit thick, and it is actually a bit hot after such a long summer night, but the basement is cool all year round, so it is actually just right to wear it.

Hongzhuo took the lead and walked to the innermost room of the basement, where Ji Daogong led two people standing there, holding a ball of rope in his hand, with a few cut thread buckles hanging down from it, and some places were mixed with a little blood. It should be used to tie people up.

There was a man squatting in the corner behind the iron gate, with dirty clothes and messy hair, looking like a homeless man.

"This time the efficiency is a bit low." Hong Zhuo said to Ji Daogong.

Ji Daogong raised his hand and wanted to rub his head, but when he saw the dust on his hand, he put it down embarrassingly, and smiled at Hong Zhuo: "Oh, Patriarch, am I...stuck by other things halfway?" , and later handed it over to the subordinates to investigate, who would have thought that his speed would be so slow."

Hong Zhuo glanced at him, noncommittal.

"Do you remember him, Xiang Yuan?" Hong Zhuo asked.

'...When Master Hong gets tired of playing - at that time, you are not even as good as a dog. '

Hong Lingyu thought for a while, found a not-so-good memory from the corner of memory, pulled the blanket over her shoulders, and nodded with a cold face.

"For a while, he was following us. My men found several barrels of gasoline where he lived." Hong Zhuo continued to explain.

Hong Lingyu did remember being followed. He originally thought that the other party was probably Hong's opponent: "He wants...to burn me to death? Do I have any trouble with him?"

This is what Hong Zhuo wants to know.And this question, probably only the person inside can answer it.

Hong Zhuo glanced at Ji Daogong.

"Xiang San." Ji Daogong called to him.

The people inside trembled when they heard the sound, turned their heads and looked at him shyly, and buried their heads in the corner again.

Hong Lingyu could almost recall the way he was proud of himself at the banquet, and he really didn't understand how he made himself into this field.

"Do you know that the Xiang family is looking for you?"

The person inside trembled again.

Because he offended the Hong family, the Xiang family regarded him as a sinner, and most likely they found him to send him far away to some poor and backward corner for the rest of his life, absolutely no peace of mind.

"Answer my question honestly," Ji Daogong said, and tapped twice on the phone, showing Xiang Yuan the string of private numbers on the phone: "Otherwise, I'll send you there right now."

Xiang Yuan recognized the number, his hair and face covered by dirt twisted for a moment, he nodded hastily, his voice was hoarse and unpleasant, like a patient with a severe cold struggling to speak: "I say!"

Ji Daogong asked him, "Is it the same group of people who you were caught tracking down and who sent you away the night you bought gasoline?"

Xiang Yuan nodded wildly.

"Who is it? Do you recognize it?"

He shook his head again: "I don't know! I didn't know their names from beginning to end."

Ji Daogong threw him a stack of photos: "Do you recognize the face? Find it."

Xiang Yuan struggled to identify them, and finally picked out two: "These two people are the two who sent me away that day." Xiang Yuan carefully handed the photos back.

Ji Daogong glanced at it, nodded, and the two people behind him stepped forward to tie up Xiang Yuan again, and carried him outside.

Xiang Yuan struggled violently: "Didn't you agree to let me go?"

But Ji Daogong sneered: "Did I say that? Can't I send you to Xiang's house later? Do you have to 'now'? Can I send you off after asking?" Ji Daogong rushed at him like a firecracker Sarcasm, through a layer of dust, you can see Xiang Yuan's blushing and thick neck.

When the person disappeared, Ji Daogong handed the photo to Hongzhuo: "It's the Southeast Asia side. At that time...the affairs of the poppy field have been arranged later. I guess they jumped the wall in a hurry and wanted to start with the mistress."

Hongzhuo nodded: "Go up."

Ji Daogong walked behind the two, talking all the way: "I thought it was some new trouble, it turned out to be a grasshopper that slipped through the net..." He muttered a few words, changed the subject, stared at Hong Zhuo to stop him The arm of Hong Lingyu's waist, the question came out as soon as his brain was pumped: "Patriarch, when can we have a wedding?" They have known each other for many years, and Ji Daogong is not always serious in front of Hong Zhuo, and occasionally Jokingly: "Patriarch, have you proposed?" He said as he glanced at Hong Lingyu's clenched right hand, the ring finger of his right hand was empty.

Male left female right, is it in the left hand?Ji Daogong went to look at Hong Lingyu's left hand again, but unfortunately his left hand was held by Hong Zhuo, so he couldn't see clearly at all.

Hong Zhuo hugged Hong Lingyu, who was almost slipping under his feet, and quickly glanced at Ji Daogong. There was no emotion in his eyes, but Ji Daogong quickly shut up.

Not only did he shut his mouth, but he also stopped in his footsteps, abruptly pulling away from the two people in front of him.

The people who followed Ji Daogong were a little puzzled: "Brother, why don't you leave?"

Ji Daogong looked back at him quietly: "Do you want to go or farm?"

"Does this have anything to do with it?"

Ji Daogong looked at him with the eyes of a fool, and waited until Hong Zhuo and Hong Lingyu went upstairs before he took the two of them out, as if he was afraid that Hong Zhuo would think of him when he turned around. Stayed at Hong's for one night, now he took people out, got in the car and ran away, leaving here overnight.

The two went back to the bedroom, and as soon as the door was closed, Hong Zhuo turned around and asked for a kiss: "Would you like to marry me?" Rely on it, the position of the owner and protector who is a strong embracer in peacetime is completely different. This is a gesture of dependence and nostalgia.

Hong Zhuo originally wanted to ask Xiang San what he had said to him that day.But when Xiang San was mentioned tonight, Hong Lingyu's face was not very good.That shouldn't be a good memory, and there is no need to ask his cute baby to think about it again just out of his curiosity.

"I..." Hong Lingyu mumbled a word and then closed her mouth, not knowing what to say, her heart was in a mess, and she couldn't come up with a clue at night.

He didn't speak, and Hong Zhuo didn't rush him, just resting the tip of his nose on the back of his neck, smelling the clean smell of Hong Lingyu's body.Breathing on the sensitive side of the neck, Hong Lingyu couldn't help shrinking her neck.

Knowing that Hong Lingyu would definitely be troubled by this question, Hong Zhuo didn't want him to struggle with it for too long, and said, "I'll listen to you, okay? My dear baby, we can tie it when we say so."

The slightly disturbed Hong Lingyu just nodded and sold herself.

He hasn't proposed yet.Hong Zhuo buried himself in his neck and smiled——his darling, this is a promise that will definitely end.

Xiao Zhengping had a new understanding of his immediate boss this summer.

He originally thought that the phrase "I should have peeled the shrimp for you" that Hongzhuo said during the meal that day was enough to refresh his cognition, but he never expected that his cognition was used to give Hongzhuo a brush.

Xiao Zhengping seriously doubts that Hongzhuo doesn't regard the company as a place to work.He felt that the owner of the house should regard this place as a vacation place for Master Daizhang.

Otherwise, why do you have to hold hands and go back together when you go to the tea room?

Xiao Zhengping stood at the door of the office, patiently waiting for the two to come back from the tea room, and put the water glasses on the table, before Hong Zhuo asked him: "What time is the meeting?"

"One point." Xiao Zhengping replied with a straight look.

Hong Zhuo nodded, and asked Hong Lingyu, "Would you like to come with me, baby?"

Hong Lingyu knew that he had a meeting in a while, and also knew that she had inexplicably increased anxiety recently, but she didn't plan to follow Hongzhuo to the meeting: "It's not suitable, you can go by yourself. We can call."

He said that the two mobile phones are on hold, and his hands-free is turned on.

Hong Lingyu only thought of her own situation, and Hong Zhuo continued to persuade him with the reason: "No, I can't hear your voice." Hands-free is one-sided.

"But what am I going to do?" He was a little puzzled, "I'm not used to translating in such a place."

Assistant Short pushed the mirror frame on the bridge of his nose expressionlessly, and subconsciously licked his back molars.Recently, my teeth hurt a little, probably because I ate too much "sugar" and I was stunned.

The two discussed in a low voice for a long time, and finally made a decision 5 minutes before the start of the meeting.Hong Lingyu was persuaded by Hong Zhuo, and went to take the computer to make "meeting minutes" for him.

The secretaries in the president's office were also stuffed with dog food, and one of them finally couldn't help opening Weibo one day and posted the candid photos, accompanied by a growling copywriting: "Eat dog food all day ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh ah ah ah"

This message was just sent out, and it soon showed that someone had left a message for her:? ? ? ? ? ?

Miss Secretary also replied to her:? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?

The same person quickly sent her a second message: Isn't this the little Zhang writer who translated "Dynasty Rose"? Where did you get him? ?This profile! !Next to him is his editor in charge? ?Why are they holding hands?

When did their president become an editor?Mrs. President or writer?Confused, the secretary began to search for the book mentioned in the message.

"Hey, hello!" The president is not here, and the secretaries are on their lunch break. Looking at the things they found, the young lady opened her mouth and called the girls to come and take a look, "Our boss... was also in charge of the boss's new book signing ?” It’s obvious that the fraction of a random order can catch up with the total sales of books.

"Are you kidding me?" A little sister laughed, "Does our boss seem like someone who would do that kind of thing?"

The other person stared at the photos on the webpage on the computer, carefully identified the faces of the two people in the middle of the large panoramic photo, and finally came to a conclusion: "This is the boss and the boss's wife."

Miss secretary who was slapped in the face: "?? What are you talking about???"

After being forced to eat dog food and depressed for a long time, starting from this afternoon, the big boss will bring his lover to the meeting, specially host the new book release for the lover, the proprietress has published a book, etc., and start to gossip in the gossip group of Hong's employees It's crazy.Under the contact of Miss Secretary, as the readers of Hong Lingyu and the gossip group of Hong's employees gradually connected, more news, live photos and videos began to appear.

Hong's employees were very careful about gossip, they didn't reveal their identities, they were all pretending to be Honglingyu's new fans, looking for gossip on the Internet.

And along with the popularity being bound to the topic, there are still many doubts raised by many netizens: Why are there so few people in the signing meeting at the beginning, and Zhang Daiqiu seems to be afraid of others contacting him?

At the same time, there are two videos on the top.

In the first video, a reader leaned forward, wanting to watch the process of Hong Lingyu's signature carefully, but was firmly separated by the stretched arms of the man standing beside him silently.

In the second video, when Hong Lingyu handed the signed book to the child at the table, the child reached out and grabbed Hong Lingyu's hand.It was the video that had been touched for a second was magnified and slowed down wirelessly, and then everyone could see that Hong Lingyu's hand shook as if it had been electrocuted, and she clenched her fist and retracted it.

Netizens who came into this topic are like the Eight Immortals crossing the sea, and each has their own ideas.

"It's just a touch. If I was touched suddenly, I would be shocked. What's the matter?"

"Is this the desire for monopoly?? This must be the desire for monopoly, right???? This question is still abusing dogs????"

"Social terror?"

"Is it hard to understand? Since my aunt has a cleansing habit, so does she."

Anyway, in the end, no one was able to convince anyone, and this matter was slowly fermenting on the Internet.