She was obsessed with her ex-boyfriend, so she remained single all the time. The reunion with Lin Xiucheng in Blackcomb Mountain was her biggest surprise. When she learned that Lin Xiucheng was still in London, she quickly agreed to the company's request for an assignment.

"Let's go to the hotel first, I want to put down my luggage." Christina suggested.

When they went to the hotel, Lin Xiucheng politely wanted to wait for her in the lobby, but Christina refused.

As soon as she entered the room, she went straight to the subject, pulling Lin Xiucheng's tie enthusiastically, pulling him down, wanting to relive the joys of the old days.

Chen Xing let Lin Xiucheng run away, unable to say anything angry.

He walked into Lin Xiucheng's study, saw that the computer was co-authored, opened it, and used his fingerprint to unlock the password. Sure enough, he was still on the page where the CD was opened. Chen Xing opened the audio player, but there was no playback record. Xiu Cheng didn't listen at all.

He thought for a while, copied the audio, sent him a copy using Lin Xiucheng's own mailbox, and then went out.

In the taxi, Chen Xing didn't have time to make an appointment with anyone on the phone. He was alone in the whole world because of the festival.

I randomly ordered a downtown area to get off, there are happy couples kissing everywhere on the street, Chen Xing didn't feel anything in the past, but now he can't beg Lin Xiu himself, no matter how he looks at these couples, they are not pleasing to the eye.

Chen Xing walked into a theater in a shopping mall, bought a ticket, and watched a sci-fi movie. On the left was a pair of lovers who kissed and kissed me. On the right, I couldn't stand it and escape. Out.

On these days, the restaurant cannot be entered without a location. Chen Xing walked down the street hungry and decided to buy a hot dog.

Before he knew it, the sky was getting dark. Chen Xing passed a dark alley. When he turned a corner, a dark shadow flashed behind him. He quickened his pace alertly, and when there was a turn, he hid behind the corner, wanting to wait and see. Who is so bold and dare to follow himself.

After waiting for a while without any movement, Chen Xing made a wrong choice. He took a step forward, looked behind the corner, suddenly two people jumped out and covered his mouth with a wet handkerchief. Chen Xing struggled hard and held his breath. Breathing, but the strength of the incoming man was too amazing, he gradually lost his strength, the two saw him faint, looked at each other, and carried him into the car.

Lin Xiucheng sat on the bedside smoking a cigarette.

Christina went to take a shower. When he saw a flash of light on his phone prompting a text message, he lazily stretched out his hand to take a look. It was actually an email he sent to himself.

It should be Chen Xing, he packaged the audio and sent it.

Lin Xiucheng was aroused and clicked to listen.

The audio was very long, about two hours. The first one was a female voice. Lin Xiucheng couldn't hear what he said in a low voice. He went to the bag to find the wireless earphone to answer the phone and put it on. Lin Xiucheng was puzzled by the sound in his ears.

That seems to be... a TV series? Or something like the length of the family.

"Is your name Vincent? It sounds good." A girl's voice, which is a little bit different from the TV series, is a little clearer.

"No, it's the name of the person I like." This was Chen Xing's voice.

Lin Xiucheng's heart skipped a beat, like falling into an ice cellar, and while the audio continued, he didn't even have the strength to press pause.

"The girl's name is Vincent?" the girl asked again.

Chen Xing did not answer.

What is he doing? Lin Xiucheng felt fear for the first time in his life.

Christina came out of the shower and wanted to snuggle up to Lin Xiucheng, but Lin Xiucheng stood up,

"Your scars and tattoos may not cover well."

Lin Xiucheng put his wrinkled shirt back on again. Christina was very worried and asked him what happened. Lin Xiucheng seemed to have not heard of it.

Because he heard Chen Xing say softly, "It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter."

"Is this okay?" the girl asked Chen Xing.

Chen Xing said: "Okay, tattoo it."

Chen Xing engraved his name on his body.

Lin Xiucheng walked back into the car, locked the door and listened to Chen Xing picking up girls for two hours. Lin Xiucheng was a little distracted. He was thinking about what Chen Xing's tattoo would look like. A burst of bell music brought him back to reality.

Chen Xing picked up the phone. This is Lin Xiucheng's phone call to Chen Xing after finishing his business in the morning, asking him how Qingcheng was, just as Lin Xiucheng remembered, Chen Xing teased him word by word: "Of course it's like a duck in water."

"I'm... picking up girls."

There were still three minutes left in the audio, and Lin Xiucheng's fingers trembled as he tried to press to exit, but he still couldn't click.

Finally, Chen Xing said in an angry voice, "Dad, then I want to save you."

Chen Xing's voice was low, with a youthful air and abstinence sexy, so that Lin Xiucheng had nowhere to hide, and almost wanted to flee.

Chen Xing opened his eyes, his head hurts a lot, his eyes are sore, his temples are throbbing, his wrists are handcuffed behind his back, and he is thrown on a camp bed.

It was dark all around, the overhead wall was sloping, and there was a small window, nailed to a few pieces of wood, and you could see the bright sky outside.

He was locked in the top floor of a very dilapidated building, with dark bricks and mold, and there was no heating in the room. Chen Xing woke up from the cold.

He was kidnapped. Chen Xing turned his body to his side, sat up against the wall, and moved his fingers, thinking about who tied him.

The kidnapper pushed the door and came in. He was a sturdy white man he had never met. He was wearing only a coat and vest in such a cold room. His muscles were knotted under his neckline.

"Awake?" The white man kept his feet on the bed board, pinched Chen Xing's chin, and pulled him up.

Chen Xing rolled his eyes, looked very frightened, and shrank back: "You, who are you?"

The strong man put his hand on his carotid artery and slid: "You look good, it just depends on whether Lin Xiucheng is willing to pay for your face."