Zhong Jiaqi pushed up the myopia glasses on the bridge of his nose and asked exactly like Xiong Weiqun: "Where is Pingping? Where did you take him?"
The woman wisely did not say, "You ask me who I asked." Instead, she calmed down her casual expression and said casually: "Uncle Lei took me back to your home."
Zhong Jiaqi was very angry: "Why didn't you tell me first?"
The woman waved her hand: "Uncle Lei didn't tell you that it's his fault, so don't blame me."
"Ms. D, I am not your student now, but your boss. Please be careful what you say." Zhong Jiaqi walked back to the door lukewarmly, while twitching his fingers at the two people beside him.
People followed him.
The smoke girl known as D looked at his back and raised her chin without any sign of weakness and said, "Why don't you call me Huihui?"
Zhong Jiaqi turned around and said seriously: "Li Huihui, I am no longer your student, and I will never be again."
The smoker seemed to be satisfied with the result that Zhong Jiaqi turned around again, so she lit another cigarette under his gaze, staring at him with her eyes raised, while putting the filter tip into her mouth and grinding the cigarette in her mouth.
Zhu Ya said: "Okay, how about we make a bet? How about you start your apprenticeship with me after you are cured of your brother-love addiction?"
Zhong Jiaqi felt a shiver all over his body. He gritted his teeth to suppress the change in his expression and said stiffly: "Why should I bet with you..." Then he felt something was wrong and snatched the words away, "
Who said I love my brother?!"
The woman showed a more satisfied expression, waved her hand with a tight smile: "Aren't you in a hurry to go home? Go back."
"...Li Huihui, just wait..." Zhong Jiaqi gritted his teeth, feeling baffled while biting.
The woman nodded heavily and continued to wave her hands. Zhong Jiaqi then walked out of the door smoothly. When he found that the two people behind him were gnashing their teeth and suppressing laughter, he became a little angry and said: "Quanzi! Daxuan! Don't let go of your farts."
It broke my heart!"
Then, contrary to expectations, the two of them laughed out loud.
Zhong Jiaqi wanted to be furious, but couldn't find an outlet, just like his boring brother.
What's more the same is that his temper can come and go quickly. As soon as he sat in the car going home, he had completely calmed down his emotions and was looking forward to meeting his brother.
It was said that he was looking forward to it... He was indeed looking forward to it. After all, think about it, we haven't seen each other for ten years... I wonder if he has changed. He was the willful and cute Zhong Jiaping when he was a child. Thinking about it, he
He looked at the scenery flying by outside the window with a longing expression, and hummed a little tune along with the radio in the car.
"... He said he doesn't love his brother, do you believe it?" Quan Zi, who was sitting in the passenger seat, asked silently.
Daxuan, who was driving, nodded politely: "Xin, if his brother fetish can be cured."
Zhong Jiaqi looked out the window and pretended not to hear with an expressionless face. Who can explain how he, a gangster boss, did his job?
After finally getting to the door of his house, Zhong Jiaqi was no longer afraid of people talking behind his back. He got off the car and ran straight to the front door of his house, passed through the vestibule, rushed into the house, and shouted in the living room: "Ping Ping?"
Uncle Lei appeared at the right time and said somewhat coldly: "Are you back? Please take off your shoes first. Xiaomei has prepared hot water for you. You are tired from the journey, so take a bath first."
Zhong Jiaqi asked while changing his shoes: "Where is Pingping? Aren't you home?"
Uncle Lei still refused to give in: "Go take a shower first. I will talk to you later."
Seeing Uncle Lei's cold and serious face, Zhong Jiaqi felt that something was wrong, so he sat down on the sofa in the middle of the hall and asked, "What happened again?"
However, Uncle Lei still insisted on asking him to take a bath first. Zhong Jiaqi then reluctantly walked into the bathroom, anxiously stripped off his clothes and jumped into the small bathtub. After soaking for a while, he climbed out, put on his bathrobe and tied it up.
, and returned to the living room.
Uncle Lei was still waiting there. When he saw Zhong Jiaqi coming out so quickly, his face finally stopped tightening and showed a look of helplessness. He patted the sofa and motioned for him to sit over.
Before his butt even touched the sofa, he asked hurriedly: "Is it an ordinary matter or an organizational matter?"
"There are all..."
"Let's talk about it first! Didn't he ask you to be taken to his home? Where are you?"
"Steady," Uncle Lei made a calmdown gesture, "How do I teach you normally? As the top leader, you can't lose your temper just because you are so young."
This shouldn't be a trivial matter? The Zhong family all complained. But he didn't say it out loud, pretending to be listening to the teachings.
"He is here." Uncle Lei said. Seeing Zhong Jiaqi looking at him calmly, he continued: "But he has no intention of going home at all."
Zhong Jiaqi shook his head: "Isn't he here? Why do you still want to go home if you don't want to..." But he saw Uncle Lei's expression was very subtle, and as soon as he thought about the possibility of the matter, he stared in shock and said: "
We kidnapped him?"
Uncle Lei's expression was still very subtle: "I would say it was kidnapping...it should be considered that."
Zhong Jiaqi's face was expressionless, but he was actually dumbfounded in his heart.
Uncle Lei patted him on the shoulder: "You want to see him."
Zhong Jiaqi nodded.
"Then..." Uncle Lei cooperated and made a calmdown gesture, "Pull him over and let him join our side."
Zhong Jiaqi continued to nod: "He must be from our side."
"Don't show him a smile." Uncle Lei continued to warn him.
Zhong Jiaqi looked confused. Before he could ask the question, Uncle Lei continued: "If you don't want him to forget everything about this family as soon as he leaves the house, don't show him a smile.
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"Oh." Zhong Jiaqi nodded impatiently, indicating that he was ready to see his brother.
So Uncle Lei took Zhong Jiaqi up to the third floor and came to the room where Zhong Ping was locked up. Zhong Jiaqi took a deep breath, pushed up his glasses with one hand, and unlocked the door with the other.
After opening the door, what came into view was the scene of Zhong Ping tying the curtains he had torn down into a rope and putting them out the window. Suddenly the air froze.
"mediocre?"
Zhong Ping immediately stood up, kicked the curtain aside, and ducked behind the wooden bunk bed: "I didn't plan to escape just now!"
Zhong Jiaqi wanted to laugh, but immediately remembered the instructions not to smile, and suppressed his face into a distorted shape. Zhong Ping peeked his head behind the bed, thinking that after so many years, Qi looked exactly like him after not seeing him for so many years.
Exactly the same, the only difference is probably that he contracted facial cramps.
Zhong Jiaqi looked at Uncle Lei with a sullen face, then at Zhong Ping, and then turned back to Uncle Lei and said, "I want to talk to him alone. As an elder, you should stay away."