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He was not blindfolded, but his hands were tied upside down behind his back, and a burly man was sitting on one side, staring at him so hard that he had nowhere to escape.

The night is dark, the moon is full, the stars are shining, and the lights along the street are gorgeous.

Lanterns were set up in twos and threes on the natural square, huge red banners were hung in front of the shopping mall for the Lantern Festival promotion, and the shop owners selling handmade Lantern Festivals on the edge of the downtown area started to pack up the baskets after selling the last portion...

Outside the car, there is a festive atmosphere everywhere.

In the car, Cheng Qing leaned lazily on the back of the chair, letting Liuguang pass by his eyes, watching the driver drive the military off-road vehicle around the city for half a circle, and finally drove to the western suburbs and entered the mountainous area.

This direction...could it be the military compound?

Tsk!Brother is really honored!

Special car, two bodyguards, hurry up and invite brother to watch?

Cheng Qing raised his eyebrows with interest, and observed the scenery along the way very carefully under the bright moonlight.

As for worrying about something, let it die!

Even if Qin Sanshao went crazy, he wouldn't take him to such a solemn place to deal with him, he didn't have that ability.

So, if it wasn't Qin Sanshao, who would it be?

Brother is so cute, and the flowers bloom when he sees them. He definitely has no enemies. In all likelihood, he was implicated by the old hooligans.

Lang?Lang.

I'm really looking forward to it!

The asphalt road was not long. About three to five minutes later, the off-road vehicle stopped firmly in front of a gate. At the gate, two soldiers standing guard with guns stood straight.

"Tsk!" Cheng Qing arched his shoulders to the strong man on the right, "Dude, that gun is really handsome, a new secret weapon?"

"Hmm." The burly man hummed, the corners of his mouth twitching.

Another strong man silently turned his face out of the window: This guy is out of his mind, probably no one can accept him except the chief, sincerely!

My child, no matter how omnipotent the chief is, he is still a human being, not a god.

Gods can't hold back sometimes, let alone humans?

Well, maybe, there are really more human beings than gods.

A hundred years ago, powerful humans ate so many poisonous capsules of melamine Sudan red and messy steamed buns such as Sachima, and they were still alive and kicking. That is an iron fact!

The off-road vehicle stopped in front of the courtyard, and Cheng Qing voluntarily jumped out of the vehicle. Although his hands were still tied behind his back, his steps were graceful and calm, which seemed to be calm in the face of danger.

There are small bridges and flowing water in the single courtyard, and a few persimmons and a handful of black dates hang on the fruit trees.

As if realizing something, he looked up at the light reflected from a window on the second floor, and whistled ripplingly.

The whistle caused a young lady to open the window and stare coldly at Cheng Qing in the yard. Cheng Qing was a little disappointed for no reason, but smiled even brighter: "Hi!"

"Shut up, it's too noisy for people to rest." The window closed silently again.

Cheng Qing pursed his lips and raised his eyebrows to look at the two strong men who had just shaken their eyelids: "Dude, where are you going next?"

"Go see the chief."

Cheng Qing was brought to Mr. Lang Yinghan's study on the first floor: "Report to the chief, someone has brought it."

"Yangzi, our bastard son is about to marry a wife!" Lang Yinghan murmured in a low voice, and continued to dust the bookshelf with a feather duster, "Come in."

The tone is calm and steady, and the voice completely conforms to Cheng Qing's aesthetics.

In the study room, the tall man faced the door with his back facing the door, with a golden tassel and two stars dangling from his shoulders.

The proportion of the body is perfect, with wide shoulders, narrow waist and long legs, graceful lines, full of strength, wrapped in camouflage combat uniform, like a leopard.

The man turned around and looked at Cheng Qing with a faint smile on his face.

Compared with the old rascal, he lacks a pair of glasses, but has more aura that blends into his bones, perfect...

Cheng Qing raised his eyebrows, the corners of his mouth deepened, and his elegant smile instantly became coquettish. He whistled completely instinctively, and praised: "Perfect!"

"..."

"..." The two strong men were silent, wishing they could find a place to bury themselves.This guy is pumping, it's pumping big, sir, you must aim at the muzzle before you get angry!

"Snapped!"

"Snapped!"

"Crack!" The feather duster knocked on the table in a leisurely manner. When the two strong men were almost killed in battle, and Cheng Qing, who came back from the memory, could hardly hold, Mr. Lang Yinghan finally said, "Let's go!" You invited Mr. Cheng to come over, why did you tie him back?" His tone was calm, his eyes sharp.

Beads of sweat dripped from the foreheads of the two strong men, and they answered loudly: "Report to the chief, Mr. Cheng refuses to submit, we..."

"You are also out of helplessness." Lang Yinghan put down the feather duster and sat in the master's chair, without mentioning untying Cheng Qing, he just pretended to reprimand, "Go out and squat in a corner to reflect."

"Yes!" It seems that the chief is not really angry with them!The two strong men breathed a sigh of relief, and hurriedly exited the study.

The leader handles housework, and they really don't want to stay and be cannon fodder!

In the winter, there were no insects or frogs outside the window, and the silence in the study made Cheng Qing feel uncomfortable. It seemed that it was only a few seconds, and it seemed as long as centuries.

Lang Yinghan finally tapped with his chin the seat where his little bastard sat more than a month ago, and said a word to Cheng Qing: "Sit."

Cheng Qing sat on the chair obediently, his wrist was so painful that he died, but he didn't dare to move at will, even a little nervous in his heart.

"Why all of a sudden?" Lang Yinghan raised his eyebrows and stared at Cheng Qing with a smile, "Scared?"

Ouch I'm going!

You are afraid that others will not know that the old rascal was born by you!

Do you want to look like this?Does brother have conditioned reflexes?

I really do!

Leaving home in a moment of nervousness, classmate Cheng Qing smiled coquettishly: "There is nothing to be afraid of, but the wrists are tied too comfortably and I am a little distracted."

Lang Yinghan raised his eyebrows: "It's your lack of energy that makes Lang Jun interested in you."

"Hmm, this question has to be asked Mr. Lang, I can't answer you..." Cheng Qing shrugged, "I only know that if your son can be half as calm as you, I won't have so much trouble."

"trouble?"

"Isn't that right, he made a fuss on the stage, and I was immediately turned back home to undergo three interrogations, and in the end I was imprisoned for more than half a month." Cheng Qing complained with a shameless smile.

He knew everything about the so-called confinement, Lang Yinghan sneered in his heart, but calmly followed Cheng Qing's words and suggested: "So that little bastard really caused Mr. Cheng a lot of trouble."

Cheng Qing smiled in agreement.

"I apologize for the trouble you have caused, and he will not interfere with your life in the future."

"!" Cheng Qing was startled, and unconsciously licked his lower lip, "That's unnecessary, if he disappears, who will pay the debt he owes me?"

"The son's debt is paid by the father." Lang Yinghan felt a little disappointed, and sneered disdainfully in his heart that the prince of the Longevity Hall could not be on the stage, "You tell me the number."

Tsk!Brother Dang wants to extort money?

laugh!What a joke!

Cheng Qing smiled ripplingly: "If the son pays the debt to the father, I will make a lot of money!"

Lang Yinghan raised his eyebrows, suppressing the urge to slap someone, and waited for the next sentence.

"Do you know what Mr. Lang owes me?"

"Ok?"

"As soon as he came to the stage, he messed up all my girls, including my childhood sweetheart who was once my daughter-in-law..." Cheng Qing smiled slightly and regained his elegance, "So, Mr. Lang owes me a daughter-in-law. "

"..." Lang Yinghan pinched his knuckles faintly, and Cheng Qing pretended not to know and continued to add more information, "So, you said that the son owes the father to pay, that is to say, you want to be my daughter-in-law?"

"It's really an honor for me."

"Speaking of which, you are much more charming than him." Sure enough that Lang Yinghan would not be violent to him no matter how violent he was, Cheng Qing swayed to Lang Yinghan's side, sat on the edge of the mahogany desk, and stared closely at Lang Yinghan , "Daughter-in-law, would you like to untie the rope for me?"

With restrained anger, Lang Yinghan raised his eyelids, grabbed Cheng Qing's collar and yanked: "Are you so sure that I won't beat you?"

"Of course." Under the pressure, Cheng Qing maintained his elegance and calmness, "Even if I don't fall in your favor again, I have a good mother, a good uncle, and a good father."

"You think I'm afraid of them?" Lang Yinghan sneered.

"At least you will be scruples."

"Hey! I don't need to be afraid, the reason why I am so polite to you..." Lang Yinghan turned his eyes sharply, put away his smile and pretended rarely, revealing his serious nature, "I just don't want Lang Jun to hate me because of you. "

"So, do you want Mr. Lang to hate me?"

"This is the best choice." Lang Yinghan let go of Cheng Qing's collar and resumed his disguise, "If you love him, let him go."

"He provoked me and let me go instead? This joke is not funny at all, really."

"If you continue to pester him, you will destroy him."

"Hey! Mr. Lang, I think you made a mistake. It's him pestering me, not me pestering him." Cheng Qing sneered.

"The conditions are up to you, as long as you leave Lang Jun."

"As I said just now, he owes me a daughter-in-law..." Cheng Qing stared at Lang Yinghan provocatively, "If you insist on letting me leave Mr. Lang, I don't mind your son's debt to my father. Flesh is more to my taste than his."

"Many things can be done without anyone noticing." After the words fell, a silver-white miniature gun was pressed against Cheng Qing's eyebrows. Cheng Qing didn't even see how Lang Yinghan made the move, he only listened to Lang Yinghan continued calmly, "You have only one choice, to leave Mr. Lang. As compensation, I will keep Liu Ziqian safe."

The hands behind the back were clenched tightly, and the palms became wet. Cheng Qing suppressed his smile and looked back at Lang Yinghan calmly: "What happened to uncle?"

From the beginning of entering the door, Cheng Qing's performance was remarkable, and now he was able to remain so calm when he was robbed of his head. Lang Yinghan admired Cheng Qing a little more, but this did not prevent him from opening the insurance with a smile, even Pushed the gun against Cheng Qing's eyebrows twice: "Secret, I can only tell you that Liu Ziqian is in a lot of trouble, now please tell me your answer."

"Father." The calm voice was like thunder, and Lang Yinghan's eyelids trembled, secretly thinking that he was unlucky, calmly retracted the gun in his hand, sat back in the teacher's chair, and stared at the door of the study with a blank expression.

Cheng Qing secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and turned around following the sound.

Lang Jun was supported by Lang Ning and Xiao Zhengtai who had just met at the window, his face was pale.