A hundred flowers bloom, the fragrance is charming, and the scenery is beautiful.
The warm sun shines high in the sky, making people feel comfortable and lazy.
Under a purple vine, a young man sat at an extremely beautiful wooden table. On the table was a plate of rich and nutritious breakfast and a cup of fresh nai.
Standing next to him was a middle-aged man with a mustache. He was wearing a black suit and leather boots, a white shirt and a black bow tie. His body was upright, holding a square plate in his hand, standing respectfully.
Look up and look ahead.
It was obvious that he had just brought breakfast to this young man.
This was supposed to be an extremely enjoyable morning, but the young man didn't seem happy about it. Since he had not even glanced at the breakfast since it was delivered, he had a tight face, as if he was about to explode.
Angry look.
"How long are you going to lock me up for?"
There was a loud "clang" sound.
Finally, the young man couldn't stand it anymore. He slammed the table and yelled at the mustache beside him.
"..." Mustache blinked his eyelids, his expression remained the same and he didn't speak.
"What do you guys want?" Hu Zhaolin was furious. He really couldn't stand this guy's attitude. He has been having this tepid face for the past few days, and he didn't answer questions. It was really hateful.
Already.
Ever since he got drunk in the wine box last time, when he woke up again, he was in this strange place.
He wanted to go out and be guarded.
He asked where he was, but no one else answered.
Originally, he wanted to find a chance to escape quietly. However, he found that the place was heavily guarded, with people guarding both inside and outside, as well as several ferocious hounds.
He knew Taekwondo himself, and he once thought of knocking down a person and then forcing him to leave here.
However, when he took action, he discovered that the Taekwondo he had practiced for more than 20 years could not perform a single move in the hands of these people. He was shocked and dumbfounded.
Therefore, he could only give up and despair.
At first, he thought it was kidnapping and ransom, but more than a week later, there was still no movement. Besides these people did not speak, no other violent behavior occurred.
Live like a young master.
Good wine, good food, and beautiful views.
No matter what requirements he has, these people will satisfy him as long as he asks.
Of course, the only bad thing is that he will never be allowed to step out of the villa.
He said he was bored and wanted to go out and relax. They took him to this spacious and beautiful back garden. Although it was not as big as the Hu family's back garden, it would still take an hour and a half to complete the walk.
He felt a little fresh in the first few days. Anyway, staying at Hu's house made him very depressed. Although he lost his freedom here, there was no danger and he felt very relaxed.
However, after a whole week, he felt bored. He really couldn't stand wandering around the same place every day. He was tired of shopping. Besides, there was nothing interesting here, it was really boring.
He wanted to go out drinking and find some like-minded friends to have a wild time.
He could no longer endure the hellish life here, with no fun or interest. The same things were repeated every day. No one talked to him, and no one told him why he was locked up here and what the purpose was.
This kind of isolation from the world is like being in hell, falling into reincarnation forever and never being reincarnated.
If this continues, he will go crazy, and he feels that he has reached his limit.
Mustache raised his arm and looked at his watch, and finally spoke. This was also his first sentence in more than a week. He said: "The person who wants to see you should be arriving soon today."
"Who is it?" Hu Zhaolin asked anxiously. He was actually a little surprised. He finally heard the first person besides himself speak in such a long time. This feeling gave him a wonderful feeling of relaxation.
"..." Mustache was silent. His dead fish face returned to his face.
"You're dumb! Why didn't you say anything anymore?" Hu Zhaolin almost vomited blood. This bastard's words made him more entangled than not saying anything.
The feeling is that this uncle couldn't bear Hu Zhaolin's nagging, so he kindly said something to comfort him?
But stopping in the middle of the sentence is even more frustrating. Looking at Hu Zhaolin's expression of wanting to kill someone, you can tell that the effect is very bad, very bad.
"Damn you." Hu Zhaolin couldn't help but swear. "I'm not going to eat. I'm going back to my room to rest."
He shook his arms, turned around and walked towards the big house angrily.
Mustache glanced slightly, then lowered his head quietly and put away the breakfast on the table, as if what Hu Zhaolin just scolded had nothing to do with him.
"Ah...I can't stand it anymore."
Suddenly, Hu Zhaolin's mad roar came from the room. The sound was shocking and deafening. It seemed that he was really about to go crazy.
Mustache, who was clearing the table, frowned slightly, and his eardrums hurt from Hu Zhaolin's roar.
"Swiss, swiss, swish!"
The headset that Mustache wore in his ear suddenly responded, and then a man's voice came from the headset: "People have arrived, open the door."
"Understood." Xiao Xiu touched the headset and replied. Then he put down the tableware on the table, turned around and walked towards the big room.
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"Clang!"
"Clang!"
"Bang!"
The vases, tables, chairs, glass cabinets, etc. in the room, anything that could be smashed or thrown were swept away by Hu Zhaolin crazily. He wanted to vent his inner dissatisfaction, and the invisible sense of depression made him lose his normalcy.
At this moment, he just wanted to roar and smash, frantically swaying every cell in his body until he was exhausted and all the sullenness was vented, otherwise he would not be able to calm down the depressing impulse in his heart.
If he tried his best to suppress that anger, he was afraid that he would really go crazy...
Originally he wanted to find someone to use as a punching bag, but he thought he couldn't beat them and was afraid that he would be punished instead. So he could only go back to the house and use all the unsightly things in the house as targets for venting.
"Ahhhh..."
"Bang!"
Hu Zhaolin roared again, picked up an ashtray and threw it at the door. After the ashtray fell to the ground, there was another crisp "clang" sound.
Crunch——
At this time, the door just opened.
The man with the mustache just opened the door and was slightly shocked by the messy room in front of him.
Things in the room were staggered here and there, tables and chairs, scraps of paper, shards of glass, etc., all scattered everywhere, as if there had been a big war and it was all messy.
"What are you looking at! Even if you kill me now, I'm not afraid." Hu Zhaolin yelled at Mustache. He was so angry right now that he didn't care so much. He wanted to vent his anger when he saw something unpleasant.
He is now in a state of blowing his nose and staring, his face is hot and red, and his eyeballs are bloodshot, which is very scary.
Mustache looked up at the panting Hu Zhaolin, but was not angry because of it. He still said in a low voice: "The person who sees you is here."
"I don't want to see anyone." Hu Zhaolin waved his hand suddenly and shouted with wide eyes. "Kill me if you can!"
These people are so abominable, they have been imprisoned for so long. Why do you want them to be so proud? I am not happy to see you today, and I also want to make you unhappy.
"..." Mustache frowned slightly, his face darkening.
"Let me talk to him."
Just when Mustache was about to explode, a woman's voice sounded behind him.
"Yes." Mustache suppressed his anger and stepped aside respectfully.
Then, a beautiful middle-aged woman appeared at the door, with bright eyebrows and elegant temperament. However, her expression was a bit cold, making people afraid to approach her at will.