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Chapter9
Ran Qingzhuang stopped abruptly, and his expression changed from indifference to a warning: "Enough is enough, stop talking."
"You said you would never follow your father's old path in the future..."
"To shut up."
"You don't want to be a person who creates evil, you want to be a person who punishes evil, and you want to be a policeman..."
Before the last word could be uttered, Ran Qingzhuang, like an agile leopard, pounced on me and grabbed my throat, stabbing the dagger into the pillow beside his head.
The phone fell to the ground, emitting a beam of light that hit the ceiling.
I couldn't make a sound, I let out weird syllables from my airway, and I kept digging at his arm with my fingertips, trying to relieve him.
"I said, I'll write it off after tonight, but if you make me unhappy again, I can make you die silently anytime, anywhere." He lowered his body and said with a strong threat, "Every year there are a lot of people here. When people fall off a cliff and drown, there won’t be one more than one of you.”
Not a lot of me.
The hand on the neck didn't completely block my breathing, except for a slight pressure, but when he spit out certain key words, he intentionally increased the force. It was as if he told me - he could break my neck with the same ease as twisting a bottle of Coke.
I nodded hastily, expressing that I must not offend him again.
"There are still forty-five minutes. Every time you say another word, I will cut a hole in you." Ran Qingzhuang first pulled back the dagger inserted into the pillow, and the second step was to slowly loosen my neck.
The icy blade slid across my chest, stopping briefly at the position of my heart. I couldn't tell if it was because I was afraid or cold, and I shuddered a lot. Ran Qingzhuang sneered and retracted the dagger with satisfaction.
Putting on his shirt, he stood in the corner with his arms folded, and he never spoke to me again for the next forty-five minutes. Like a dead thing that doesn't breathe, a statue that doesn't speak, people who walk into this room for the first time won't even notice his existence at first sight.
I don't know when Ran Qingzhuang left, but when I opened my eyes, it was already bright, and there was no trace of him in the room.
The door was constantly being slapped, and I went over to open the door despite the headache. Fang Luosu stood at the door and said that the waves outside were small, and we could go back in the afternoon.
"Understood." I was about to close the door when I saw Fang Luosu's face hesitant to speak, "What's wrong?"
She stared at my neck with a strange expression: "Last night, what did those people do to you? I thought they were all the same, just check the room. Did they beat you?"
I touched my neck and knew that she saw the traces left by Ran Qingzhuang, so she didn't want to explain, she just said lightly, "It wasn't a hit." Then she closed the door.
After reluctantly finishing his clothes, he picked up the phone on the ground and looked at it, and it really cracked even more.
Under the reflection of the black screen, you can vaguely see a red mark on the neck, which should be the evolution of the bite mark.
Originally thought that the wind and waves had stopped, and our group would be able to go. Who would have thought that the eldest son of the Jin family suddenly said that he wanted to let us have lunch to express his apology for disturbing everyone last night.
You look at me and I look at you. In the end, no one dared to come out and refuse, so they stayed like this.
The lunch was held in one of the restaurants in the castle. In addition to Prince Jin, there was also his younger brother. And last night, the bald head was there, standing aside, like a wallflower, without speaking, just watching us eat.
Ran Qingzhuang could not be seen from left and right, and he was somewhat disappointed.
"Are you looking for someone?"
The ladle shook, and a few drops of soup fell on the tablecloth.
I looked up at the other party and said nervously, "No..."
Jin Chenyu held a steak knife, and a beautiful smile bloomed on her dark red lips, and said, "I heard that you and the youngest are very familiar."
I was taken aback and didn't answer right away.
The other party seemed to have misunderstood and explained: "It's Ran QingZhuang. He is the youngest among the United Group cadres. My father called him the youngest, and so did the others."
No wonder they all call him "Mu Brother", which it means.
"Hmm ... I and I have known each other for many years, very familiar." I thought about it, "Yes, why ... I didn't see him?"
Last night, the bald head seemed to say that Ran Qingzhuang went around at night and broke the rules, and let him go to the big son to explain it himself.
I always have a bad hunch. This "explanation" is not a good thing.
Jin Chenyu wiped the blood stain on his lips with a snow -white napkin, and his tone seemed to be just talking about today's weather.
"Doing something wrong is naturally punished."
Chapter 5 Ji Ning, don't come again
As soon as his hand trembled, the sister -in -law fell to the ground. The expression of Grandpa Jin was no problem, and there was no problem with his tone, but the combination of the two, but he felt creepy.
"Feel sorry……"
I hurriedly bent down to pick up, under the table, right with a pair of curious eyes.
Jin Yuanbao of the Jin family, Jin Yuanbao, did not know when he got into the table under the table. At this moment, he reached my feet and picked up the silver puppet for me.
"Thank you." I rushed at him and took the sister -in -law.
"I have seen you last night, just on that stage." Jin Yuanbao looked at the age of seven or eight years old, and looked like he was clever when he didn't speak. Too smart.
"Hmm ... I'm a cello player," I said.
"Cello?" He looked at a row of musical instruments placed on the wall, and suddenly smiled, "I like cello."
His smile is innocent and innocent, without any utilitarian. To say that he still looks like his father and brother, then the smile is gone in half.
"Yuanbao, how can you eat a meal well? Come back soon." At this time, Jin Chenyu also found that his brother was gone, and his tone was a bit helpless.
Jin Yuanbao leaned his lips and didn't listen to him at all. He dwarfed his table out of my dining table, and soon ran out.
Jin Chenyu frowned, and gave a look to the maid next to him. Without words, he didn't need to speak. He quickly chased the young master and chased the young master.