Quick wear: passers-by are the real boss

After hanging up the call, Shang Yusen quickly dialed another number, and explained the situation to Lin Lou while waiting for the connection: "Just now Liao Ming called and said that Yuanshi was not in the bathroom, and asked me if he had come back. I Say no, I'll go to Brother Xiao Xi first, you wait here, in case Yuan Shi just got lost and walked back."

Lin Lou felt as if his head had been hit by a hammer. It buzzed and ached. In an instant, his black hair was soaked in cold sweat.

"Hey, Brother Xiaoxi, Yuanshi is gone. Yes, my little classmate with natural curls. He just went to the bathroom outside the locker room. He disappeared in a few minutes. Yes, another classmate of mine went to look for it. In the bathroom There is no one, please help me to check, check the surveillance, and see if he has gone the wrong way. Okay, let's go there now."

As soon as Shang Yusen hung up the phone, Liao Ming appeared at the door. His expression was still as calm as before, but if you look closely, you will find that the blood vessels on the back of Liao Ming's hands are stretched and blue veins protrude.

While leading the way, Shang Yusen thought absent-mindedly: Such a big fist must hurt the body, right?

On the long and narrow road, an inconspicuous black car was speeding fast.

On the back seat of the car, a tall and strong man with beautiful muscular lines under the thin fabric arched his back, put his arms on his knees, and rested his head on his palms, leisurely staring at Yuan Shi, who was curled up on the leather seat with his lower body naked.

The man tilted his head, stretched out his other hand, and knocked up the windshield on Yuanshi's helmet, revealing half of his sweaty face.

"Yuanshi, long time no see, do you remember me?"

Yuan Shi, who was in a coma, was pale and frighteningly pale. If his chest was not still heaving, he would have looked almost dead.

An evil smile appeared on Chen Yinglin's handsome face, making it impossible to tell whether it was happiness or anger.

The driver in the driver's seat quickly glanced at the rearview mirror indiscriminately, just in time to see Chen Yinglin take off Yuan Shi's helmet, grab Yuan Shi's head with his big palm and pull it upwards, revealing the mottled bruises on his neck.

The man in the passenger seat who was always paying attention to the situation in the back seat quickly explained: "Boss, it's because he is wearing a helmet. I couldn't cover his mouth and take him away. He didn't cooperate at all. I couldn't knock him out, so I just pinched him unconscious. Don't worry, I have controlled my strength, he, he's fine. The pants are because... he lost control for some reason. I didn't think too much about it, so I just Just take it off for him, I've already rushed past him, but I didn't even look at him!"

Chen Yinglin's big hand slid down, his thumb was stroking the hideous scar on his fragile neck, and his slender eyes looked down at the two white thighs, and he rarely praised with a smile: "Good job."

"Thanks... eh? Thank you boss, I should."

Chen Yinglin smiled with a mouthful of white teeth, almost lovingly stroking Yuan Shi's neck, and sighed in satisfaction: "Yuan Shi, Yuan Shi, you finally fell into my hands again."

"Yuan Shi, wake up quickly, let's bet whether Lin Lou can save you this time."

"Cough...cough..."

Yuan Shi closed his eyes tightly, coughed hard, his chest heaved violently, desperately trying to breathe the fresh air around him into his lungs.

Chen Yinglin pinched her thumb hard against the small walnut-shaped Adam's apple.

Finally, the sharp pain forced Yuanshi to wake up.

His vision was still blurred, and the first thing he felt was the pain in his throat.

Seeing Yuan Shi opened his eyes, Chen Yinglin smiled excitedly, grabbed the back of Yuan Shi's neck, lifted him to his thigh and pressed him, pinching the soft and cold flesh in his hand: "Hi, good afternoon, Yuan Shi kid."