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Whether it is the preset hostages or the parties who may be threatened, they are not as ugly as the "unrelated people" next to them.

"Old lover?" Tong Ming asked in a low tone.

For the next period of time, there was a long and heavy silence.

Bai Yue was so stared into a cold sweat that Tong Ming snorted coldly and moved to the door with his coffin face on his face.

There was almost no sound of his footsteps, and the sound of opening the door was kept to a minimum. Before the two people on the sofa had time to move, the person outside the door who had been eavesdropping on the corner for a long time was suddenly dragged into the room.

Boom!

Li Huairen was wearing his old Baba sweatshirt, with a dirty bandage on the side of his neck. When he was swung to the ground without hesitation, his squinting eyes, which were usually lazy, could not help but widen.

A cry of astonishment escaped from his throat.

"Shut up." Tong Ming ignored elegance and said coldly, he knelt down to take off his glasses, and looked at Li Huairen.

The decoration behind him is simple, with European-style tables and chairs, and a few white walls missing... All the scenes gradually blurred in Li Huairen's vision, and the pupils of the beautiful man in front of him seemed to have magical powers, trying to absorb all of Li Huairen's attention and consciousness .

Before Li Huairen could catch his breath from the horror of being discovered, he was about to be brought into another nihilistic and oppressive world. A great sense of crisis came, and he heard the unpleasant sound of his throat overflowing, and he looked like a laughing stock in embarrassment.

"Tong Ming." Song Limian came over at some point, with worry in his tone.

He stared at Li Huairen with straight eyes and chattering teeth for two seconds, then quickly bent down, covered Tong Ming's eyes from behind, put his other arm gently around Tong Ming's shoulder, and buried his head in kissing the black hair.

Tong Ming felt a familiar warmth lingering upwards, the dry and wide palms soothed the restlessness very well, he gave a "tsk", and retracted the vertical pupils that had formed between his eyes.

The warmth behind him still didn't evacuate, Tong Ming enjoyed it for a moment, the impulse and anxiety induced by Bai Yue finally disintegrated, he slowly pulled down Song Limian's arm, but didn't let go immediately.

Li Huairen, who was almost controlled by his consciousness, was saved. He was sitting slumped on the ground, his brain was buzzing, his whole body was weak, and his trembling appearance was comparable to that of a dehydrated fish.

There is an iron door behind him, as long as he stands up and twists the doorknob, he can escape from this suffocating air.

It's a pity that his feet are weak at this time, and he can't do it at all.

When Tong Ming glanced over intentionally or unintentionally, and his contemptuous eyes fell to the back of his hand, his hands were covered with sweat thicker than glue, and he was nailed to the ground forcefully.

Song Limian didn't empathize with the fear of minors, he was just worried that Tong Ming's legs would go numb, so he gently pulled him up.

Tong Ming stood upright, leaning towards the heat source behind him as if he had no bones, his long legs stretched into a straight line, he put his glasses back on, and asked the person behind him lazily: "Are you worried that I will hurt your little friend?"

"No, I was worried that you would feel uncomfortable." Song Limian said softly, "I lost my memory once after taking a bath, did you do it? After that, you seemed to be in a bad mood."

For a moment, Tong Ming's body stiffened a lot, Song Limian squeezed the muscles of his shoulders and back as if he didn't notice, and pulled a chair over, and pressed him to sit on it.

"It doesn't take too much trouble." Song Limian patted him on the shoulder, smiled reassuringly, and walked towards the figure by the door, "I'll just ask."

After a while, a relieved "OK" came from behind.

Song Limian squatted next to Li Huairen, and the other party should have noticed that his back was bent into a defensive arc, and he didn't move.

As taciturn as he remembered.

"I'll give you 3 minutes to slow down." Song Limian looked at the wall clock and said calmly, "Just say what you want, you know I don't like to beat around the bush."

Song Limian's sense of blade was much weaker than that of Tong Ming, Li Huairen gradually pulled out of the fear, he pulled the gray cuff a few times, and let out a cold snort of disdain.

Song Limian was supposed to be angry and disappointed, but when this rebellious feeling that belongs to teenagers came out, he simply found it funny.

Li Huairen raised his head and glanced at him, his pupils were full of rare indifference, as if he didn't care much about the result, and just threw out a warning casually.

Li Huairen turned his head hesitantly.

He suddenly felt uneasy. He originally planned to provoke Song Limian, and then throw out the excuses he had prepared when the other party lost his mind and his recognition was reduced. According to his understanding of Song Limian, the other party could easily trust anyone.

If Song Limian is still good-tempered, it would be better to listen to his explanation seriously. He can follow the client's instructions and trick Song Limian to the agreed place.

But Song Limian's psychology didn't change as he expected.

Song Limian's expression was calm, but his body language was a little impatient. He looked back several times, and then turned his head back to be silent after a few seconds.

Those eyes, which were always gentle, were calm and empty, as if the person sitting on the ground couldn't give him an answer, he wouldn't ask any more questions, just throw it out.

"Three and a half minutes," Li Huairen heard the person on the chair say, "Look, you are still very soft-hearted."

Li Huairen's heart beat suddenly, and it took him two seconds to realize that the man was talking to Song Limian.

"Sorry, I'm used to it." When Song Limian said this, his tone was smiling, but when he changed the subject, his tone faded a few times, and he asked, "Have you considered it?"

Li Huairen was extremely uncomfortable with Song Limian like this.

In his eyes, this person has always been stupid and hypocritical, pretending to be nice to everyone, but actually doesn't understand what others need.

It's all for the hypocrisy of impressing oneself.

But when the gentleness of the person in front of him faded away and he no longer maintained infinite patience, Li Huairen began to panic, and he even regretted why he agreed to help that person.

He wiped the fine sweat on his palms and a piece of dust on the hem of his clothes, and mumbled, "I... have nothing to explain..."

"I advise you not to waste everyone's time." The person on the chair came over at some point and said coldly.

With the black boots in his hand, Li Huairen shrank nervously, and swallowed back the next words.

Only then did he abandon his long-standing arrogance and admit that he was just a minor who had never seen the world——

When the adults stopped treating him leniently because of his age, he lost the ability to contend with it.

Unlimited pressure came from the top of his head, and the man who was fearful at a glance was standing on his left hand. Song Ge, who used to smile all the time, was nailed to his right hand without expression. Behind his back was a locked door, far away There seemed to be the sound of another person's approaching footsteps.

Li Huairen suddenly felt that the wrist that was grabbed by this handsome man just now was extremely painful, and his hip also hurt when he hit the ground. What was even more frightening was that a pair of bewitching pupils kept flashing in his mind.

Bronze, cat-like eyes stared straight at him, as if they wanted to pry open his brain, suck his memory, make him crumble with fear, make him tell everything.

After a long time, Li Huairen realized that he was shaking so badly that his throat was full of broken tears.

"Finally pried it open." Tong Ming explained calmly.

Song Limian sighed, and Li Huairen, who couldn't help sobbing, said, "Say it when you've had enough crying."

The past was unfolded intermittently with tears in his mouth. Song Limian, who had a vague memory, looked as usual, but Tong Ming beside him frowned even more.

Song Limian often lingered in the bar street for a while.

He always went to Qingba that hired people to play guitar and sing folk songs, but the shops next door were mixed with fish and dragons, with everything, and various compliant and non-compliant items were not uncommon.

At that time, Song Limian was depressed because of the loss of his beloved cat, and walked very slowly, so he could easily hear the hustle and bustle at the door of a gay bar.

A same-sex couple was arguing at the door of the store, and the security guard stood beside him with his hands behind his back, staring straight and motionless.

A drunk man swears viciously and threatens another trembling man with nasty words. Men and women pass by, some with disgust in their eyes, some with teasing eyes, and some are afraid to avoid it.

Except that no one wanted to go forward, at most someone was whispering and took out their mobile phone to record.

Song Limian is actually not so impulsive that he has no brains. According to common sense, although his sense of justice would not allow him to turn around and leave, he would not be so reckless as to go head-on. Wouldn't it be embarrassing if the other party didn't appreciate it?

It's a pity that Song Limian was in a bad mood and drank too much wine, so with his enthusiasm, he stepped forward and pulled the two away.

Before Song Limian could persuade him to fight, the drunk man looked at Song Limian who was standing still with strange eyes, and then at the thin and trembling man hiding behind him.

Immediately afterwards, he broke out a few more foul words than before.

"Excellent." The drunk man sneered, "I would like to see how many people you can find to piss me off."

After saying that, he gave Song Limian a hard look. Song Limian looked back coldly and rolled up his sleeves a few times.

The man glanced at Song Limian's left forearm, burst out a few more ugly but much softer swear words, and then quickly left without looking back.

Song Limian, who won without a fight, then sent the thin man downstairs, the man kept thanking him, and finally shivered a few times from the wind, he hesitated holding his collar and said: "I'm sorry, he seems to have misunderstood us..."

"It's okay." Song Limian put his hands in his pockets indifferently, raised his chin and said, "Anyway, I'm single, so it doesn't matter if I get it wrong or not. You just need to be careful, go back early."

The thin and thin man stared at him with complex eyes, hesitant to speak, Song Limian was already depressed, but now he was even more uncomfortable after witnessing such a bad thing, so he waved his hands and turned to disappear into the night.

"What did he tell you?" Song Limian finished recalling, lowered his eyes and asked calmly, "Did I rob him? Is he going to take revenge on me and rob me?"

Li Huairen murmured a few times without answering, and his impressive expression was also very similar.

"If I remember correctly..." Song Limian recalled, "That happened several months ago. What is this? Is it not too late for a gentleman to take revenge?"

Tong Ming folded his arms and sneered, his knife-like eyes shifted from Li Huairen to his side.

Song Limian trembled from being stabbed, and then remembered that he had recalled a lot, but did not tell the truth.

According to the habit, he didn't want to explain much at first, but in order to avoid the misunderstanding of his lover, he hurriedly explained the facts briefly.

After disregarding the relationship, Tong Ming finally turned pale.

While Song Limian heaved a sigh of relief, he also felt a little inexplicably proud.

He silently wrote down another stroke in his love notebook.

——His little cat got the credit about being jealous in the love course first.

As a teacher, Song Limian expressed his satisfaction.