Jiang Dad

Jiang Han never thought that Tang Jue would have such a miserable day. He was tied to a chair, his legs were forced to open, his mouth was stuffed with a ball of cloth, his hands were tied behind him, and there was no expression on his face because he was asleep. It seemed that he had forgotten his troubles, and forgot how desolate his situation was at the moment.

When Jiang Han and his party hurried to Meng Qinghe's residence, they were told that Jiang Han was only allowed to enter alone. When Lu Yuan asked why, the arrogant man pressed his military cap and smiled wickedly, and didn't say much. But the words lost their appetite for them, what is the reason, forgive them no matter how they think about it.

Before Jiang Han entered the room, Chris quietly squeezed his hand tightly. Jiang Han shook his hand back to express that there is no need to worry, but how can Chris feel relieved? Jiang Han had no choice but to whisper in his ear: "Don't worry, I won't let anything happen to me." Because of the concern, I absolutely don't allow any accidents, even if I'm not careful.

The door was closed, and the inside and outside of the house were really two worlds. The room that could not be blown by the breeze reverberated with a lustful luxury. An intimate affair between two men.

"What are you doing in a daze? Don't go in!" For some reason, Jiang Han always felt that Meng Qinghe's hostility towards them seemed to be a little bit deeper. He looked at the door Meng Qinghe was pointing at and hesitated, but he didn't have time to think otherwise. Pushed in, it seemed that he staggered into the door, and inadvertently saw Tang Jue's downfall.

The man in his mind had never looked like this before, his pride dissipated in an instant, and was crushed under his feet by the man standing in front of the window sipping wine. Chris was right, Tang Jue was a man of love. People who are in the world know that love is suffering but still do it stupidly. What can they say? People who live for love are not wrong.

Footsteps sounded slowly in the room, and Jiang Han took a few steps forward. The sweetness indulging in the air was fascinating, and it seemed to explode in his body, with a bang.

"Tang Jue, wake up." Fang Ziqi didn't seem to intend to stop his movements, so Jiang Han couldn't help pushing Tang Jue's movements, but the man under him had no intention of waking up as if he had entered hibernation. What's wrong with him? ?

In desperation, he glanced at Fang Ziqi a few times, asking for help, it must be in vain.Why, is it because you don't love that you have to be punished like this?

Fang Ziqi opened the window blankly, the white screen was blown up by the wind, his body hidden behind the screen was faintly visible, just like the relationship between him and Tang Jue, but the sudden cold wind woke Jiang up. John's train of thought, he asked him, "What the hell are you trying to do?"

The wine glass was placed on the window sill, Fang Ziqi returned to God and said, "I'm just curious."

Jiang Han frowned, what was he curious about?

"I hate Tang Jue, but I'm full of strange thoughts about him. From the first time I met him, I felt disgusted by him. I hate him but want him uncontrollably." What does this mean, Jiang Han I can't figure it out, a person who has lost his memory, what should he do to make him understand the relationship between him and Tang Jue, but this is too strange, people who are obviously not pleasing to each other, how can they speak in such a tone Um, have friendship?

Something is wrong!Jiang Han clenched his lower lip, not knowing what to explain, so he continued to push Tang Jue's body without letting go of a word.

"It's strange, he's so strange." What's so strange about a man!Just silly.

Jiang Han replied with a cold snort: "I think you are the strangest."

Fang Ziqi turned her head and was finally willing to walk out of the white gauze, her handsome face like a banished fairy was carved like a knife, which was a pity.

"You tied him up and said he was weird, I think your whole body is not right!" As he said that, he was about to untie the tie, but before he touched the wrist, he was scared by a flying arrow and retracted his hand.

"What are you doing!" Jiang Han wasn't afraid but just surprised. What exactly is this man going to do? Playing bondage is simply a pervert!A pervert like Han Yuqian!

"Did I tell you to let go?"

"Why!"

"This is his punishment!" Last night's punishment, although he had to admit that he also enjoyed it.

Jiang Han rubbed the center of his brows, he really came from Hassel, even the perverted nature was exactly the same, it was terrifying!

"Then what did you call me for?"

"Some people say that you can only do this job." Fang Ziqi's eyes shone with a chilling light.

"Who, who is it? Why can I help, and what is the help?"

"You don't need to know who it is, you just need to know that you can help me." Fang Ziqi squatted beside Tang Jue, the rocking chair was gently swaying in his hand, and the man inside couldn't help but be moved by the baby-like sleeping face. People are trapped in it. If Jiang Han is not mistaken, something called desire is taking root in Fang Ziqi's eyes. What he doesn't understand is that the love in his heart is slowly warming up.

"Come out!" Tang Feng's sharp eyes were the first to notice the movement of the gate. Jiang Han walked at the end and watched Tang Jue being carried out. The scars covered by his clothes were buried in his quiet sleep. A ray of sunshine poured on his body, Jiang Han felt very warm, the cold breath was swept away, and the response to him was a big hug, Chris always brought him light and hope just right, Jiang Han raised his head Enjoying the caress of the sun, she exhaled deeply, but in her mind, she was thinking of Fang Ziqi's gloomy eyes, and the stern light killed too much beauty.

He said: "Jiang Han, I need you to help me find the past. Some people say that my memory has disappeared. When I think about it, it hurts. I can't bear the loss of curiosity, so you have to help me. I know The purpose of your trip is to find the terminal stone, if possible, I will protect you in secret, once you find the terminal stone, I will sweep away all your troubles, as long as I can get my memory back."

Huhuhu, it turns out that everyone knows their secrets. Fishermen are waiting by the lake, and those who wish to take the bait, but they come here because of the smell, and the danger is always around, so as to restore the memory without stopping the search for the terminal stone. I don’t know if it’s true False, it is true that the last one was killed!

But who is that "someone"?Jiang Han didn't understand who this secret person was?Why was he the only one who could find it? After living most of his life, he realized how important he was.

It's not right, but he can't accept it.Before leaving, he said something to Fang Ziqi. He said, "It's not the first time you have met at the airport in the country of Firefox."

The wind blew the wine glass down, and Jiang Han closed the door when it shattered to the ground. He was thinking that maybe someone in Fang Ziqi's heart was quietly waking up, but whether Tang Jue would wake up or not was another matter.

"I told you what I said, so mysterious." Chris dawdled on the top of his head, warm and didn't want to let go, but so many people were watching, although most of them were inquiring about Tang Jue's physical condition, Jiang Hanyang He let go of Chris with a smile, and changed into a look of worry when he walked into the crowd. He felt that there were some things that he couldn't say, just like the previous agreement with Han Yuqian that had been revoked.

"Tang Jue gave Fang Ziqi an aphrodisiac, which made him wronged, so he taught him a little lesson, and he will probably wake up soon." This is true, Jiang Han fumbled and answered with confidence.

"My darling, he is so cruel to himself. Taking aphrodisiacs during the estrus period is like killing yourself." Ouxiyue held his forehead, and lamented that he didn't know what to say.

"You don't need to be so affectionate, hey" Another long sigh, Lu Yuan adjusted his glasses and remained silent.

The silence was broken by Tang Feng, "Not to mention, this kid has the most backbone this time, and he is a master at killing people. Fortunately, Mrs. Fang Ziqi has a lot of them. Didn't he say anything else?"

"No." Jiang Han shook his head with a guilty conscience.

"Did Fang Zichen and Xiaoyu be mentioned?" Chris interjected.

Jiang Han still shook his head, Tang Feng smiled charmingly, and when he swept past Jiang Han, his whole body was covered with goosebumps, "That's good, that's good, since you're fine, just wait for Tang Jue to wake up, and after finishing the rest of the show, we will also You can find a reason to leave here."

"Yeah, the rest of the matter has to be resolved quickly!" A group of people wanted to get Tang Jue back, but Jiang Han's body was still in pain, and Chris was supporting him, half warm and half worried.

Jiang Han glanced back nervously, his intuition began to collapse again, why does the Firefox country love white screens, and the screens that are not closed windows swing with the wind reveal an inexplicable weirdness.

"What's wrong? What are you looking at?" Chris also looked back, "Nothing?"

"It's nothing!" Jiang Han looked again, the window had been closed, his heart skipped a beat again, Chris squeezed his shoulder, the street where no one came and went was inexplicably empty, Loneliness climbed up quietly.

"Bang", the window was closed tightly, and the arms covered by the black clothes were thick or thin. He turned around and looked at the man sleeping peacefully on the rocking chair and spoke slowly.

"I've changed my mind, I want to change." The playful tone made Fang Ziqi smile.

Eyes opened, brown eyes sparkling, he asked: "If you don't want Jiang Han, who will you want?"

"Lu Yuan."

"Strange, I heard Fang Zichen say that your target has always been Jiang Han, why did you change people halfway?"

"My target has never been them. All I want is that one person, the disobedient Chris." A puppet was ripped out from under the black cloak, and the poor puppet's head was torn off forcefully. Crying or not but eyes rolling up and down, Fang Ziqi stopped shaking, picked up the doll's head from the ground and handed it to him, "So you want two people."

"No, I only want this one." The man's hand seemed to have magical powers, and as a result, the doll was installed in the head without a few clicks, and it was swaying in the air vividly, "Chris, guess what I will do next? "

"Hmph," he snorted coldly, "Prince Murong, does our agreement still count?"

"What do you say!"

Is memory important to those who want to get it back? Fang Ziqi stared at the fragments at her feet and stepped on them suddenly. What does the pain feel like? I can’t taste it!