He's super cute

【Mr. Jiang must hurry up and figure out which little lover to save. This is a game between you and me. If someone else gets involved, I won't be happy. 】

【Reminder: Ice cubes melt very quickly in summer. 】

The kidnapper sent a video request.

"Ayan will definitely come to save me, he won't let you go..." Cheng Yu was strangled by the neck and hung from the beam of the house, his feet were stepping on the ice that was gradually melting, his white suit was covered with dust, and his cheeks were high. Highly swollen and embarrassed.

The person holding the mobile phone slapped him hard again, and said in a rough voice, "Painter Cheng, haven't you understood the situation yet?"

With blood on the corner of Cheng Yu's mouth, and sad eyes, he called for help at the camera, "Ayan, save me, Ayan..."

The screen turns.

Yu Xiaoque was still wearing a cute Pikachu apron, and was hung from the beam in the same posture as Cheng Yu. Jiang Yan noticed the little Canary's little feet that were blue and purple from the cold at a glance.

His hands trembled, and he almost lost his grip on the phone.

"Please..." Little Canary curled her feet, as if she couldn't feel any pain, and asked eagerly, "You, can you let me call my husband?"

"I'm very obedient, I, I won't call the police..."

Yu Xiaoque burst into tears, twisted the rope, and stomped her little foot on the ice anxiously, "As long as sir is fine, I can tie it up as you please..."

"Sir, there was a car accident. People will die in a car accident. Please let me make a call..."

He didn't seem to realize that it was himself who was really in danger, but he was concerned about the man instead.

This little fool, who didn't even understand the situation, really thought that Jiang Yan had a serious car accident, and was thinking about him stupidly.

Jiang Yan lowered his eyes, hiding the emotion in his eyes, "What do you want?"

"It's just that I want to invite Mr. Jiang to be a guest alone." The man said slowly, and the pronunciation of the three words alone was emphasized.

"Ask me to be a guest?" Jiang Yan smiled, but the smile didn't reach his eyes, "The way you invite people to be a guest is very..."

He paused and let out a breath, "It's very special."

"Isn't it because I'm afraid I won't be able to invite you?" The man turned the screen around, as if ordering someone, "Give me a close-up."

The cameras on both sides advance simultaneously.

Yu Xiaoque's Pikachu apron was torn and tattered, his face was blue from the cold, his little nose was still stained with flour, his little face was black and gray from crying, and his little mouth was still muttering, "Mr. The... God bless sir..."

Jiang Yan closed his eyes, generally disinterested, with a cold expression, "Where's Ayu?"

"Mr. Jiang is really ruthless." The man sighed and changed the camera to Cheng Yu.

"Ayan..." Cheng Yu seemed to be unable to hold on any longer, swaying left and right on the ice, forced a tearful smile, "Ayan, save me, I'm so scared... "

Jiang Yan's expression finally changed. His brows were raised, as if he was trying to calm down. Even though he was pretending to be calm, he could still hear a slight trembling, "Don't be afraid, Ayu, I'll save you right away."

"What did you do to Ayu?" Jiang Yan asked coldly.

"As you can see, we played a little game." The man smiled more happily when he saw him worrying anxiously, and looked at the time, "They are located in the south and north of the city respectively, and there is still time for you to leave now."

Then the phone received two addresses.

"Don't be too greedy." The man took a few steps forward with his mobile phone, and there was a warning in his words, "You can only choose one."

"If I find out that you have made any small moves, they will all die."

It was summer, and the ice was melting faster and faster. The two of them struggled feebly on the ice, and a shocking mark was drawn on their necks by the rough hemp rope.

Jiang Yan made several gestures to Secretary Wang calmly, and his deep voice was filled with anger, "Ayu is not in good health, if something happens to him, I will not let you go!"

Secretary Wang immediately understood, nodded and left quietly.

"It's up to you." There seemed to be a touch of sarcasm in the man's tone, "Mr. Jiang can cover the sky with his hands, what can trouble you?"

"Mr. Jiang seems to have made his choice."

"Otherwise?" Jiang Yan's eyes were sharp, and his tone was cold, "I have to thank you for helping me deal with that stupid thing."

"Your heart is so biased that even I can't stand it anymore." The screen focused on Yu Xiaoque again, "Come, have a word with the husband you miss so much."

Yu Xiaoque's upper and lower eyelids squeezed together, her body was as soft as a hemp rope in the wind, she thought she was in the Antarctic, and grinned from the cold.

But his throat seemed to be stuffed with dry firewood, ready to catch fire at any moment.

When he heard the word Mr., he first twitched dumbly, and then collapsed weakly.

"Sir, what's the matter, sir?" His lips were chapped, and he opened them with all his efforts.

"Yu Xiaoque." Jiang Yan was concentrating on driving the car, without giving him any attention.

"Sir, it's all right." Yu Xiaoque's lips cracked with thirst, blood flowed out, and a dry scab formed on the spot.

He evoked a sweet smile, as if relieved, "Sir, it's good that you're fine."

"What did I say?" Jiang Yan's hand holding the steering wheel burst out with veins, his face remained unchanged, and he said softly, "What did I say before I left?"

"But Mr. was in a car accident..." Yu Xiaoque licked her lips anxiously, frowned, and cried a little, "Mother Zhang said you were going to die, I was so scared, sir, I was so scared, you died I can't live anymore..."

He stood on the ice, crying out of breath, and the small knots that had been neatly tied before going out were scattered again.

There are countless lingering attachments in the peach blossom eyes.

"Yu Xiaoque." Jiang Yan called him by name, with no emotion in his voice, "My words have always been deaf to you."

"Look at you, how much trouble you have caused me, and you have also implicated Ayu."

"I'm tired."

"You always have to pay for your waywardness."

Yu Xiaoque's sobbing stopped abruptly, her thin eyelids were wet, and her eyes were full of love. He opened his mouth slightly, "Sir, first..."

"Don't you want me?"

Jiang Yan's tone didn't even fluctuate, it was that kind of cold, chilling, indifferent tone, "Yes, I don't want you anymore."

"It's over, your husband is going to save his sweetheart." The man was annoyed.

Yu Xiaoque's eyes gradually lost their luster, as if she had been stunned by a heavy stick, she stared blankly, "Well, Mr. that remembers to eat cake..."

He completely lost his ability to think, and he didn't even know what nonsense he was talking about.

"I've been making it for a long time, sir, don't forget to eat it, it's delicious, I didn't add a lot of sugar..."

"Ayu and I know how to eat." Jiang Yan ran through countless red lights along the way, cold sweat dripping from his palms.

It was only now that Yu Xiaoque realized that her feet, which had been numb from the cold, began to ache bitterly.

"Okay, okay." Yu Xiaoque coughed twice, the exquisite little box in his trouser pocket hurt his heart, he said obediently, "Sir, take good care of my cat..."

Yu Xiaoque is not so stupid, how can she not know the current situation, but just now she was all about the safety of the man.

In his heart, Jiang Yan is an existence far beyond everything.

He drooped the wet eyelashes in clusters, but he didn't cry any more. The tip of his tongue seemed to be wrapped with coptis, and even the words he spoke were bitter.

"Would you like to buy me some more sugar, sir?"

"Maybe the ghost won't have a toothache." Yu Xiaoque sipped out two dimples and blinked, "I want to eat a lot of candy."

Because the chest area is too painful.

His life so far has also been bitter and astringent.

Little Canary coaxed herself, thinking that eating more sugar would make her next life sweeter.

Jiang Yan turned his head, closed his eyes, and remained silent.

"What can you do?" The man hated iron for being weak, and kicked the ice cube under Yu Xiaoque's feet, Yu Xiaoque almost flew into the air, clutching the hemp rope, her little face flushed red.

"It's only good to make him feel sorry for you with bitter tricks." The man gave him an idea, took out a sharp dagger, propped up the phone, faced a blank wall, and approached Yu Xiaoque, "I'll help you."

Yu Xiaoque was as angry as a gossip, if she hadn't been hung by the hemp rope, she would have collapsed to the ground long ago.

"Ah—" It was like a piercing hoarse cry from a piece of cloth that was torn from the beginning to the end by someone's ear.

Jiang Yan's eyebrows twitched violently, the veins on his forehead bulged, and he gritted his molars, "What did you do to him?"

"I didn't do anything to the tip of your heart." The man's bloody hand slowly pointed the camera at Yu Xiaoque again, "Anyway, you don't want him, so what if I play around."

Blood snaked down Yu Xiaoque's wrist, and the tick-tock pooled on the ground into a small dark red puddle.

"It's just breaking his tendons." The man smiled and shook the camera, aiming at Yu Xiaoque's pale face, bead-sized beads of sweat oozing from his white forehead, "If Mr. Jiang feels distressed now, come to the north of the city It’s not too late to go to the hospital.”

Jiang Yan stuck his fingernails into his palms and dripped blood along the steering wheel. He became calm again, "It's fine if it's not Ah Yu."

"A thing I don't want, play with it as you like."

The man didn't speak, but carefully observed his expression. After a long while, he laughed so hard that tears came out, "Mr. Jiang is hard-hearted. Blame me. I thought you were trying to make a fuss on purpose."

Jiang Yan's pupils moved slightly.

"Okay, I'll leave the rest of the time to you." With Yu Xiaoque's moan, the screen went black.

After hanging up the video, Jiang Yan's deep eyes were dark, unable to see a little light.

Seeing the place, he opened the car door, stood in the sun and staggered a few steps, feeling a little dizzy.

He shook his head, the black and gold rings on his fingers were shining, and he still looked unhurried and well-dressed.

It's just that the violent ups and downs in his heart showed that he was not so calm.

Jiang Yan ran to the second floor in three steps and two steps.

Kicking open the door, it was Cheng Yu who was facing him, struggling for help while grabbing the rope.

Jiang Yan's expression changed suddenly.