I heard I'm the official partner of the villain

As soon as he hugged him, the comfort was beyond words, but Feng Ci didn't know what to say, coughed twice, "Then what, if you don't want to go back at night, you can stay here."

The man's cool hair rubbed against his ear, "I don't need to sleep at night."

Every time this person approached, Feng Ci could smell the cold fragrance, quiet and mysterious, he rubbed his nose, "To be honest, I want to sleep right now."

Just as he was about to push the person away, the phone vibrated.

Song Dongling's call.

They seldom contact each other, but they have met each other recently. For example, the last time he shot an advertisement, he cooperated with Song Dongling.

"Do you have time?"

"Is something wrong?"

"Battle game."

"..."

Feng Ci was speechless, "You have nothing to do, Eldest Young Master."

Song Dongling said lazily, "For poor people like us who only have money left, you can't experience this kind of pain."

"Hehe, hang up."

"Hey," Song Dongling quickly stopped him, "It's midnight, are you still busy?"

"I'm waiting to sleep."

"You can sleep without a pig," Song Dongling clicked his tongue, "Where are you now, I'll find you to play with later, my young master is in a good mood today, you can play whatever you want."

"No date."

"It's too late, Xiao Chen has already told me, hospital? Are you hospitalized? Who finally sees that you don't like it?"

Feng Ci tilted his head, fell on Yan Yuxiu, and began to talk shamelessly, "For a handsome, suave, graceful person like me, there are too many people who don't like me, and you can't even reject it." Number one."

He said this without blushing or heartbeat, which is called a righteous one, and he successfully attracted the attention of the big boss.

Yan Yuxiu raised his eyebrows slightly, supported his waist with one hand, pressed the back of his neck with the other, and leaned over to press him.

Feng Ci leaned on the back of the sofa, unable to avoid it, only heard a sentence from the mobile phone, where is the person.

The lips were tightly blocked, and the wet and hot tip of the tongue traced the lip line, and then poked in, tentatively provoking the jaw.

A hand trembled, and the phone slid down.

Kissing is kissing, and Feng Ci is really overwhelmed by rising to this level.

The performance of the partial big boss is very slow.

The strong desire to seek and plunder welling up in my heart was suppressed mercilessly, without revealing the slightest bit.

Gentle and lingering.

Gently teasing, teasing, vaguely teasing, teasing.

Feng Ci retreated steadily, the ears were so hot that he couldn't hold his breath in the end and pushed the person away.

Looking down, half of his coat had been pulled down at some point, hanging on his arm, in a disheveled state.

He glanced at the man silently, "You can do it."

This movement, this speed, is so calm, he just didn't notice it at all.

Yan Yuxiu rolled his eyes for a moment, picked up the mobile phone at the side and handed it to him, got up and went to the bathroom by himself.

Feng Ci looked at the phone, the phone hadn't been hung up yet, when did the young master become so patient.

"Hey," he said with a hoarse voice and cleared his throat, "I'll hang up if it's okay."

"I've arrived at the gate of your hospital, come down to pick me up."

Feng Ci raised his eyebrows, "Are you following me again?"

"Good idea, come down quickly."

Feng Ci got up, straightened his clothes, went downstairs and saw Young Master Song in a bored and idle state, simple sweater, overalls with black leather boots, and a wireless earphone on his left ear.

He looks handsome, standing there lazily, looking cool, and occasionally people passing by will take a second look curiously.

Feng Ci walked over.

Song Dongling turned his head and looked around at him, seeing that he was intact, "Why, your sister is in the hospital again?"

Feng Ci sighed, very upset, "I've been asleep for several days, and the hospital can't find out what's going on."

Song Dongling's eyes darkened for a moment, with a faint killing intent, as if he was angry, or something else. Seeing that the person in front of him was looking at him, he looked away flatly, with a calm expression on his face, "It's very annoying. of."

He didn't know who he was talking about.

Feng Ci looked at him, and said slowly, "So it's easy to be misunderstood when you appear at this time."

He said, putting his hands on Song Dongling's shoulders, and said in a casual tone, "Go for a walk?"

There is a large park on the side of the inpatient department, which is specially for patients to relax, with flower ponds and fake stones, shaded by green trees, and fresh air.

It was late at this point and no patients came out again, so there was no one else here.

Except for the two of them who have nothing to do.

Feng Ci looked at the person walking in front of him, his whole back was completely exposed in front of him, and teased, "Young Master, you have no defense against me."

Song Dongling glanced back at him, "Can you beat me?"

He stands still.

"Okay, just ask whatever you want."

Feng Ci didn't make any detours, "What does the person who attacked my sister have anything to do with you?"

Most of Song Dongling's face was hidden in the shadows, he couldn't see his expression clearly, his voice was smooth and even a little cold, "You doubt me?"

……

Western suburbs warehouse.

Feng Ci leaned against an obstacle and raised his hand to wipe the blood that was about to flow into his eyes. He was stabbed in the waist and abdomen. The wound was not too big, so it didn't cause much inconvenience to his movements.

He gritted his teeth, tore off the torn clothes on his body, and bandaged them briefly to restrain the blood from flowing out.

At this moment, there was a sudden sound not far away. When he looked back, a black figure jumped down from a high place neatly and landed right beside him.

"it's me."

Feng Ci glanced at the person who was lying down on the ground not far away, and was shot in the head with one blow, "Do you have a gun?"

Song Dongling looked at his current state, most of the clothes on his body were stained with blood, and couldn't help cursing, "You dare to come here without a fucking gun, you're looking for death, right?"

Feng Ci raised his eyelids and looked at him calmly, "Master Song, I don't want to quarrel with you right now."

Song Dongling's face turned cold, "I forgot, didn't you suspect that I was the murderer of your sister?" He snorted coldly, but threw him a pistol in the opposite direction.

Feng Ci took it, sized it up, tried it, and said lazily, "Then you explain it."

As he spoke, he pointed the gun in one direction and pulled the trigger.

Hit blank.

Song Dongling followed up with another hit, and did not forget to laugh, "Is your marksmanship useful?"

Feng Ci didn't bother to look at him, "It's the first time to touch a gun and shoot a target." His face was already pale, with cold sweat on his forehead, but his tone was not salty, "That person hired a killer in your name, Mr. Song , look at me now, I can't run away."

He paused, "Tell me, who is it? A classmate, let me understand the head office."

Song Dongling was silent for a while, "I haven't found it yet."

Feng Ci pulled his lower lip, said slightly coldly, "Okay, I see."

Song Dongling stared at the blood on his body, the hand holding the wound was already soaked in blood, and his expression was also very bad, "You should go."

Feng Ci was noncommittal.

"Everyone here is here for me, if you don't want to die, just leave."

Feng Ci leaned there, tilted his head, his eyes were indifferent, "I don't believe you."

Song Dongling's expression disappeared, he was a little dazed, and subconsciously asked him, "You still don't believe me?"

"You can't find it out, and you stop me from doing it, so why should I trust you?"

Feng Ci glanced out, those noises had stopped, as if no one was doing anything again, he didn't know what was going on, and there was no reminder message, he suddenly had a very bad premonition in his heart.

"Where are your people?"

Song Dongling sat next to him and imitated him leaning there, "I said, they are all here for me, if they don't kill me today, it is impossible for them to let it go."

Feng Ci frowned, "A dignified young master of the underworld fell into this field?"

Song Dongling sneered, "What the hell, the Song family used to be gangsters. They've been laundering whites these years. Some people don't like it, so naturally they want to use me as a target."

Feng Ci looked at him, "Then there is no need to kill you."

Song Dongling looked disgusted, "Because I'm not happy either."

"..."

Feng Ci gave him a blank look, "Then you are really great."

Song Dongling played with it, his tone was very light, "Everyone present today will die."

Feng Ci looked at him, "Including you?"

Song Dongling raised his eyebrows, "Am I stupid?"

"Then you should run away."

Song Dongling sat there without moving, "Someone lured you here on purpose, maybe the evidence you want is real."

Feng Ci hummed.

"But it will definitely not let you live."

Feng Ci clicked his tongue, "Why are you talking so much nonsense this time, you can leave as soon as you want, I don't bring an escort to chat about business."

Song Dongling seemed to have a good temper this time, and changed his words, "I went to see you when my aunt died."

"what?"

Song Dongling ignored his surprise and doubt, and continued, "When I found you, you were sitting in front of the tombstone."

"It was raining heavily that day, and you ignored me for a long time when I called you."

Young Master Song lowered his eyes, "I only have you as a brother, but you don't even remember me."

"I don't remember it in high school, and I don't remember it now."

"Is that why you hate me so much?"

Feng Ci blinked lightly, "Huh?"

Song Dongling gave him a blank look, "Ah what, just a few days older than me, don't expect me to call you brother."

Feng Ci's long eyelashes drooped down, covering the expression in his eyes, and he pulled his lower lip, "I followed me every day, and I thought I was your enemy."

Song Dongling raised his hand and pressed his left ear. After a few seconds, he put down his hand and said to him, "Actually, I was joking just now. You are pitiful alone."

"..." Feng Ci remained expressionless, "Get lost."

Song Dongling didn't roll, and stretched out his hand to support him, "You can leave now, if you don't leave later, you really won't be able to leave later."

"I'll get someone to give you the evidence, so I won't lie to you."

Feng Ci didn't want to talk to him, "You go by yourself."

Song Dongling looked at him and pursed his lower lip.

"elder brother."

At this sound, Feng Ci's expression went blank for a moment, he was a little dazed, he didn't know how to react, and then he was pulled up from the ground by Song Dongling.He seems to have heard a sentence, "People from the Song family, don't trust anyone."

The next moment, my neck hurts.

It was dark in front of my eyes.

When he fell, it seemed that someone reached out to hug him.

……

It was getting late outside, and when a few low-key black cars passed by the path, they stopped suddenly.

After a while, someone came from the front, walked to one of the cars, and whispered, "Boss, there is someone in front who is dying."

The man in the back seat had a stern face, a strong aura and indifference, and he sat there in a leisurely manner, with a calm voice, "Am I a charity?"

"Yes."

The man hadn't finished speaking, "Boom!!" There was a loud noise, which rose out of nowhere not far away, blasting the sky, shaking people's minds and almost breaking them.

But these people looked very calm, as if they were watching a bland explosion scene.

The man glanced at it and commented softly, "The fireworks are pretty good."

He tapped his fingertips and changed his mind, "Take it away."

The person standing outside frowned, looked away, and dutifully reminded his boss, "There may be someone chasing after this person."

The man leaned back, his thin lips parted slightly, and said lightly, "It's resolved."

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