After the crush boss was discovered

"Who is it? Jian Xun, you are so impatient? You can't do without a man, right?" Chang Lingqing tightened her palms fiercely, wishing to strangle the man to death immediately.

When Jian Zun felt that he was about to lose his breath, Chang Lingqing suddenly let go of his hand, and threw him aside like throwing a rag.

Jian Zun's legs were weak, his body was uncontrollable, and he fell heavily on the ground. He covered his chest, coughed violently, and his neck was in burning pain. You can imagine how much strength the man had just used.

"What step have you made with him?" Chang Lingqing turned his back to Jian Xun, his chest rose and fell slightly, then squatted down, grabbed Jian Xun's hair, and forced him to look up at him, his words were like It was as if squeezed out from between the teeth, "How the hell did you do with him!"

Her whole body was in pain, but it was not worth one-thousandth of the pain in her chest. Jian Zong clenched her fists tightly, her nails were deeply embedded in her palm, her eyelashes fluttered a few times, she slowly opened her eyes, and looked at Chang Lingqing. His cough was powdery.

"Didn't the Second Young Master know it all the time?" Jian Xun raised the corners of his lips, raised the tails of his eyes slightly, and exuded a coquettish temperament, "That's the kind of person I am, regardless of gender, just like a rag."

"Jian Xun!" Chang Lingqing tightened his palms, sparks appeared in his eyes, he stared at Jian Xun firmly, just when Jian Xun thought he was about to be beaten, Chang Lingqing let go of his hands.

He stood up, lowered his eyes, and looked down at Jian Xun condescendingly, as if he was looking at an ant. His thin lips parted slightly, and he uttered two words: "It's really dirty."

Jian Zong's heart trembled, and the pain spread to all his limbs. He clenched his fingers tightly and took a deep breath. The air he breathed into his lungs was like a sharp blade, turning and scratching the soft inner wall.

Jian Zong lowered her eyes, her hair was messily scattered on her forehead, covering her eyes, so she could not clearly see the emotion on her face.

He leaned on the wall to barely stand up, bent down to pick up the pants on the ground, and redressed neatly with trembling hands.

After arranging his clothes and hair again, Jian Xun went to the door to open it, and just as his hand touched the handle, Chang Lingqing's voice sounded behind him.

Like the hoarfrost in the morning on a winter night, invading the cold in the bones.

"Who allowed you to leave?"

Jian Zong paused, as if he didn't hear Chang Lingqing's words, turned the doorknob again, opened the door, and walked out without a word.

He walked faster and faster, faster and faster, as if he was about to run, his vision was blurred, and he couldn't see the road under his feet clearly. He felt as if he was walking in a snowy wasteland, and he didn't know where the road was.

Suddenly his foot slipped, and Jian Zun fell on the stairs. His ankle was sprained, and there was a burst of pain. Before he could relieve the pain, Chang Lingqing's voice sounded behind him. He stood up in a hurry as if frightened. I can't even feel the pain, and I run down the stairs at a speed that seems to be flying out across the long stairs.

Chang Lingqing didn't catch up for a while, and was left behind. Seeing the man's thin back, he suddenly felt heart palpitations, grabbed the handrail, and shouted under his breath: "Jian Xun! Where are you going? Come back to me!"

Jian Zong opened the door, the wind swept the moisture of the rain, and instantly drenched his hair. It was pouring rain outside the house, and the rain splashed on the mud, creating puddles one after another.

Hearing Chang Lingqing's voice, he didn't turn his head, but paused for a moment, then stepped into the continuous rain and fog.

Chang Lingqing had never noticed that Jian Zong ran so fast, and when he chased him out, there was no one there, and all the people around the villa were withdrawn by him, so he couldn't come for a while.

After he made a phone call to the blind man, he searched around alone. In the hazy rain, Jian Zong's eyes that looked at him at the end flashed in front of his eyes from time to time. Those eyes were as calm as water, without a trace of waves, but like a kindling, just Looking at it, my heart burned.

Chang Lingqing admitted that he was too emotional just now, seeing the bruise on Jian Xun's leg, and thinking that it was left by another man, he became irrational, wishing to tear the man who was contaminated by Jian Xun to pieces. broken.

A car horn sounded, and Chang Lingqing woke up, he had become so irrational because of an old man.

This is not him, he is Chang Lingqing, Chang Lingqing who is always in control of everything, and will do whatever it takes to get what he wants, even at any cost

No one can ever change him, let alone an old man.

Under the headlights, Chang Lingqing was drenched all over, with wet hair drooping on his forehead, he didn't know how long he had been looking outside like this, the blind man was startled, got out of the car quickly, and walked over to put up an umbrella for Chang Lingqing.

"Second young master, get in the car quickly, the other side has called just now, saying that they have found the fourth son." The blind man said quickly.

Chang Lingqing lowered his eyes, his eyes were indifferent and alienated, and he uttered a sentence coldly: "Bring him here."

In the empty and spacious hall, the sound of the rain outside the window was like someone hitting the glass with a stone, making a crackling sound.

Jian Zong knelt on the carpet, his clothes were wet and sticking to his body, the water flowed down in strands and flowed down his hair, patter patter, as if it had also rained lightly in the room.

His ankle was sprained, and he couldn't walk very far. When he realized it, it was as if a nail had been drilled into his foot, and he was so painful that he couldn't take another step.

Contrary to him, the man sitting on the sofa, his clothes were clean and not stained with any moisture, his hair was combed back meticulously, revealing sharp eyebrows and a pair of hostile eyes.