V2.chapter 51

On the sofa in the office of song's group, Tang Zong leaned lazily, and song Eryi, in front of his desk, quietly buried his head and reviewed the documents.

Ding Ding -

the melodious mobile phone ring, Tang Zong slowly took out his mobile phone from his pocket to answer.

"Well... Ok... I see. That's it." After listening to the phone, Tang Zong put his mobile phone back in his pocket, took a look at Song Eryi, who was working at the desk, and raised his charming voice. "Yi, everything has been done. Wang will disappear completely in Dechuan in two days. People have already brought it. Do you think you want to go with me?"

Song Eryi stopped the pen in his hand, raised his head and moved his tight lips. "No, it's all up to you. What kind of means are you? I know it clearly. As long as the final result is what I want."

Tang Zong nodded, stood up from the sofa, put his hands into his pants pocket, and said faintly, "well, I'll go first."

"Go ahead."

Not long after Tang Zonggang left, song Eryi picked up his mobile phone from the desk, dialed a few numbers skillfully, and quietly waited for the call to be connected.

"Young master."

"How about... Did you eat it today?" He leaned back in his chair and asked softly.

"Not yet... The food that was sent in was still served intact, and there was no crying or noise."

Song Eryi sighed, hung up the phone in his hand and pinched his eyebrows helplessly. Since then, song Qian has run into someone. After he rushed to the police station and took her home, she has been dripping water. No matter how he explains or persuades her, song Qian is still unmoved. All day long, her eyes are empty, just like playing vomit without soul In my own world.

If you think about it carefully, for at least a week, he would be in this state of not smelling, so every day at noon, he would call home to inquire about the situation, which seems to be a daily thing to do.

I didn't eat it again today. I'm afraid it's going to be ready for infusion again.

Qianqian, what should I do with you...

the dark and humid dungeon is full of disgusting smell. Tang Zong took out a square kerchief from his pocket, covered his mouth, and walked all the way along the dim light. The thick iron rope tied a small figure to the wall, and his head was spread out. It seemed that he could not see the human appearance clearly.

Then, a few people came running in a hurry not far away, respectfully facing Tang Zongge, "the second young master... You are coming... Upstairs please."

"Well, how was it handled?" Tang Zong glanced at the people around him, walked to the stairs, and asked lightly.

"Please take a hundred and twenty heart, and I will complete it according to your requirements."

"Good."

"Ah Tang Zong's words just dropped, the open underground suddenly rang out, tearing heart and lung shouting.

He stops, smiles gracefully, and then walks into the control room with a powerful step. He finds a place with a better view, finds a comfortable chair, and sits down to enjoy it slowly.

Again and again the powerful electrode, from the wall of the iron cable to the whole body, that sound from the heart of all efforts to shout out the call, let people listen to are particularly pitiful.

Ren Huihui, if you want to blame, you offend the wrong people.

In order to figure out who was not good, he set out on Tai Sui's head and thought it was a seamless plan. He destroyed all the evidence that was not present. As a result, he found the mastermind as soon as he called.

This is an air raid shelter specially designed by the terrorist party to punish its insiders or captured prisoners. There are all kinds of extremely cruel torture in it. Even the men who come in will yield to it, let alone women.

Usually, when you enter here, death is not the final result, but it makes you feel worse than death. This is the consistent style of the terrorist party.

"Bang," Tang Zong snapped his finger, and then the people standing by and waiting for him ran forward quickly, "two young masters, you have and command."

"if the electric shock suck, we will treat the man in his own way."

"Yes, two young masters."

Tang Zong nodded with satisfaction. Then he saw Ren Huihui's locked hands suddenly clenched after being poured. Then the whole person raised his head and roared out. Baize's face was red, and his eyes seemed to have a hazy feeling. Because he forbade the discomfort of his body, sweat dripped down his forehead, and his brother's face was thumping up to let him see in the place To the people, almost straight eyes, in also inseparable from the line of sight.

He grinned with satisfaction, put down his legs and said, "I'll go first. I remember to feed once an hour."

The man in the control room nodded slowly, swallowing.

Sure enough, on the whole road, in addition to the big and young masters of the terrorist party, that is, the two young masters, the means are even more chilling. Although this kind of special clearing agent made by the terrorist party is not fatal, once you hold back jade hope, your body will be like thousands of ants biting, which is no less than a drug addiction attack. All men can't help eating it Living, not to mention a person living, but also once an hour, by this way, rather than live, die happily.Tut tut... They all mourned for the little eyed woman downstairs.

Song Eryi hastily concluded the important meeting and went all the way home. Because the servant reported, song Qian was preparing to cut her wrist and commit suicide in her room. Fortunately, she found out in time.

Hearing this news, he was shocked in a cold sweat. I can't imagine what he should do if he lost song Qian.

The servant took song Eryi's suit and coat, followed him behind him, and reported: "young master, madam, I'm fine now. I'm resting in my room and taking some drops."

"OK... I see."

Song Eryi opened the door lightly. The doctor in white coat came to him and nodded to him.

"Master, madam, everything is fine, but her spirit is stimulated. It is better for you to pay attention to what you talk to her, so as not to arouse her emotion again."

"OK... It's hard for you."

"Yes, young master."

After the doctor left the room, the room was quiet. Song Er Yi relaxed her steps and went to the bed. Seeing the sleeping man, she felt a trace of heartache in her heart. So she squatted down and slowly moved her forehead.

"Qian Qian, I'm sorry."

Suddenly, the people on the couch slowly opened their eyes, and then two lines of hot tears fell down.

"What's the use of your sorry? It's already happened. You're sorry. Don't you think it's too late? I really really listen to your sorry, too much too much, too much to tired! Song Eryi, you don't love me from the beginning to the end. It seems that you have only responsibility for me, because you are afraid of people saying that you are a heartless man! If so, then you let me go, because you don't want to be with you, a liar full of benevolence and morality! Cheated me for so many years, I am at home infatuated waiting for you, but you and other women outside natural and happy, you are sorry I song Qian to you so many years of pay! Go away

Word by word, directly into song Eryi's heart, he bowed his head guilty, guilty said: "no... Qianqian, I really love you, so many years, I really think only you, no matter what you want me to do, I promise you, just ask you to forgive me, Qianqian... I can't lose you!"

Song Qian turned her head and looked at him with a slight smile and was very contemptuous. "Song Eryi, if I say... I want you to marry me!"

He raised the self reproach of the eyes, in the eyes appeared a trace of firmness, "good... As long as you like, I will promise."

She shook her head helplessly. Her eyes were full of bitterness. "Song Eryi, you are so filial. I absolutely don't believe that you will disobey my grandfather for me."

"No... I will... As long as you like it, I will!" He took song Qian's hand and swore.

"Well, that's what you said. I'll give you this last chance."

"Well, believe me." Song Eryi pulled up a smile and hugged her into his arms as if he had won a treasure.

Outside the door, song Luxi, who has been looking around, is listening to the house secretly.

"Oh, come back to the room, young master!" Song Ruxi, who was squatting on the ground by a powerful force, was directly pulled back into the room.

He exploded and blinked, with a tone of trial: "mother Chen, do you know why her mother committed suicide today?"

Chen Ma quickly covered his mouth, lowered her voice, leaned to her ear and said, "don't ask about the adult's business. Be careful to be scolded by his wife again."

Song Luxi spat out his tongue and hugged the aged mother Chen in a coquettish way. "Chen Ma, you can tell me that if I'm not careful, I'll make my mother unhappy again. Do you think it's right, oh... You'll have pity on me."

Chen's mother didn't move. She deliberately stiffened her stern face and pointed to his forehead and said, "no, in any case, you'll stay in the room in the past few days. You can answer what your wife says. Don't say more about other words. Ok... I should be busy. That's it. Don't wander around the door of Madame's room. Do you know?"

Song Luxi pitifully flat mouth, "OK."

"Young master, you should be good, you know?" Before Chen Ma left, she did not forget to tell her again.

Watching Chen's mother leave, he walked around the room with his hands around his brother, and a flash of light flashed in his eyes.

Ha, otherwise I know, I must know!

So he turned the door and carefully poked out his small head. In the crack of the door, song Eryi walked slowly down the stairs with a smile, then murmured with the housekeeper and walked out of the door.

"Squeak..." he learned from the mouse, facing the housekeeper below, softly made a sound.