King Crazy Game

Han Shuyi rolled his eyes at him, then said, "There is no other way but to ask Yu Moshu to hand over this auction to us and do as the letter requires." At this point he shouted excitedly, "But you just saw it, they said they would not hurt Xihe, but now they are going back on their word."

Hearing that, I walked up to him and asked innocently, "So do you want to play a game of hidden objects?"

If Shen Qingning hadn't stopped him, Han Shuyi would have been ready to punch and kick Wen Yan.

"Brother Han, time is precious." Hearing this, he reminded again.

Han Shuyi asked dejectedly: "What reward do you want?"

Hearing this, the corners of his mouth rose: "I want to light a fake sky lantern."

Han Shuyi paused and looked at him. Isn't this equivalent to giving away those valuable antiques for free?

"Brother Han, what's the matter? No matter how old you are, your life is not important." Hearing this, he reminded with a smile.

Han Shuyi clenched his fists, lowered his head, and thought for about half a minute: "Okay, but you have to make sure Xihe doesn't get hurt."

Hearing this, she smiled and made an OK gesture to him.

Shen Qingning returned to the room and saw Lin Zicheng sitting with his legs crossed, holding a teacup, and looking at the police who were still trying to find someone with great interest. He sat next to him and leaned over to Lin Zicheng's ear and asked, "Are they as good-looking as me?"

Lin Zicheng tilted his head to look at him, and his straight nose lightly touched his nose as if on purpose, even though he could have avoided it. Shen Qingning's heartbeat suddenly slowed down, and he had played all kinds of ambiguous games, but at this moment, he unexpectedly blushed because their noses just touched.

Shen Qingning lowered her head and pretended to cough to cover up her appearance of being as pure as a cabbage.

Lin Zicheng did not let him go, and leaned close to his ear and whispered: "It turns out that Shen's wife is so innocent, is it still the first time?"

Shen Qingning was amused and confused when he saw Lin Daxia, who was able to flirt with him in public. He reached out and hooked Lin Zicheng's shoulders, looked at him with the eyes of a carnivore, and said threateningly, "I'm not a good person. My patience is limited."

Lin Zicheng's peach blossom eyes curved slightly: "Hmm? That means the first time is still there."

Shen Qingning was speechless for a moment, and could only let go of his shoulder, intending not to discuss personal issues with him: "Wen Yan and I were just singing the good and bad songs, and now it's as you wish. In fact, you had already calculated that you didn't have to spend money, so why did you tell me about the sky lantern that day?"

Lin Zicheng put down the teacup, leaned back, and a trace of sadness flashed in his eyes: "No, I didn't expect Xihe. If I had known that Liang Xijin would be so cruel as to use Xihe, I might have done it on the cruise ship."

Shen Qingning did not ask what Lin Zicheng meant by "doing something extreme". He remembered that once Lin Ziyi was stabbed in the leg, and the knifeman was hacked to death by his own father. The most important thing was that both of them volunteered because they had a younger brother who needed a lot of money for medical treatment. Another time, the servant of the family said that Lin Ziyi was the son of a mistress, and he was fired that day. As a result, he received a huge severance pay and was robbed and his legs were chopped off on the way home. Although the money was saved, it was taken away by his brother and sister-in-law. He still lives in a pigsty and lives a life worse than death.

Lin Zicheng is a well-known living devil in the prince circle, so many people, like Han Shuyi and Liang Xijin, are only willing to maintain superficial friendship with him.

Shen Qingning said comfortingly: "Wen Yan has already gone to look for it, and it should be found soon."

"In the video just now, Xihe said that Liang Fuming was a murderer. It was very interesting." Lin Zicheng smiled playfully, "It's really hard to be born in the Liang family."

As expected, warm and sentimental topics are always a dead end for Lin Zicheng. In the last second, Shen Qingning was still thinking that he might be feeling uncomfortable, and in the next second, he found the fun of the game.

Shen Qingning: "Liang Xijin should be weighing whether Xihe is more important or the family honor is more important."

Lin Zicheng: "Tonight is such an eventful night."

Before Shen Qingning understood what he meant, the busy Internet police suddenly said, "Boss, all the reports about Liang Xihe on the Internet have been removed. Many popular bloggers have begun to rush to report on the private indecent lives of several superstars."

The leading policeman stared at the screen, clicked his tongue a few times and finally said, "Rich people are different. They can calm a storm with just a few bucks."

Compared with an unclear kidnapping case and the private lives of celebrities that can be seen on the Internet every day, it is obvious that the latter is more attractive to ordinary people. As for the kidnapping, it has long been forgotten in a corner of the Internet.

Shen Qingning looked at Lin Zicheng and smiled. The man in front of him was truly a cunning fox. If he had used celebrity news to suppress the matter of Liang Xihe from the beginning, Han Shuyi would not have been so anxious to blow himself up so early, and finally be forced to agree to light the fake sky lantern.

It didn't take him long to find Liang Xihe after hearing this. He first asked someone to analyze every detail in the video, and finally determined that Liang Xihe was in a large truck through the sound of his chair falling to the ground.

"My king, I will help you solve anything you don't want to do." Hearing this, he sat in the car, tapping the steering wheel lightly with his fingers.

Half an hour later, Tang Yuan called and said, "Master, the person has escaped. The hostage has been sent to Han Shuyi."

Hearing this, he hung up the phone, smiled, stepped on the accelerator, and headed towards Jianghe District.

Jianghe District is the most desolate district among the old, weak, sick and disabled areas. Rows of dilapidated buildings are like an invisible iron wall, locking the people inside tightly. Even though other districts have auctioned off sky-high land use fees, this place is still like a hell with no grass growing.

On the side of the bumpy road, there were a few street lamps that kept flashing due to unstable voltage, a barbecue stall that took up half of the road, and even poor people queuing in slippers to empty their urine pots.

Hearing this, he drove the car as if he was visiting a primitive relic, slowly appreciating the life here. When he saw the high-rise buildings that had not been built at that time, he opened the car window and took a few photos.

"What secrets were buried here back then?"

Liang Xihe was sent to the hospital because of his injuries.

In the corridor filled with the smell of disinfectant, Han Shuyi stood in front of Lin Zicheng, sighed and said, "Zicheng, thank you for Xihe's matter."

Lin Zicheng pretended to be very curious: "Why are you thanking me? I didn't do anything."

Han Shuyi was stunned for a moment, thinking that he was overthinking, but he felt that it was unlikely. If he didn't say anything, how could Wen Yan help!

"You really didn't do anything?" Han Shuyi asked again suspiciously.

Lin Zicheng nodded, then changed the subject and asked, "Liang Xijin hasn't arrived yet?"

Han Shuyi looked at his watch and said doubtfully, "According to this time, he should be here. I just called him and told him that Xihe has been rescued. He said he would be here in half an hour."

Shen Qingning asked with a joking smile: "Isn't it his turn to be kidnapped this time?"