It is well known that Meng Yingning's gallbladder is particularly small.

When I was a child, several organizations I knew had a good relationship and drove out to play together. They went to Erpang's hometown. A small village surrounded by mountains and rivers, each family surrounded by piece of land, a small courtyard with grape trellis, and the tender green vines climbed up along the wooden rack, covering up a natural shade. There was a stream at the door that was so shallow that it was barely irresistible that the water was clean and transparent.

The adults were in the house, and the children naturally gathered together. Those who grew up in the city had never seen these things before. Everything was fresh. In the afternoon, I went to the stream at the door to catch tadpoles under the sun.

The little black and slippery thing had no legs, and only a small thin tail behind it was shuttled through the pebbles, and it was completely visible in the clear water.

Meng Yingning didn't dare to hold a small red plastic bucket in his hand, sat on the stone beside him, pursing his lips as he watched them play, quietly.

The sun was so big that she was battered. She wanted to go back, and she wanted to sit under the vines and blow the fan and eat watermelon.

But everyone was having fun, and she couldn't say anything about it.

When Xiao Chen turned around, he saw the little girl sitting alone on the stone with her fleshy face. She lowered her eyes and didn't look at them. Her lips were a little white, she pursed her slightly, and she just dried herself to the sun.

Lonely.

It looks a little lonely.

The young boy frowned, took out a tadpole from his small bucket, took out a handful of water from his palm, walked to her and handed it to her.

"For you." His voice was still very tender at that time, but his tone was hard.

Meng Yingning raised her eyes and saw a handful of water in front of her. A black thing in the water twisted in front of her, and even jumped.

It's so close.

It's like a worm.

Xiao Yingning felt that he was here to scare her on purpose, and she got goose bumps in an instant. She raised her hand and pushed his hand forward, opened it, jumped up, and was frightened and cried.

He was so scared that he was trembling and cried out in control. While pointing at the tadpole that had been knocked off by her and fluttered on the stone, he cried very anxiously: "It's going to die! Pick it up!"

When she cried, her face wrinkled together, both pitiful and cute. Xiao Chenwang couldn't help laughing: "Why don't you pick it up yourself?"

"I'm afraid..." Meng Yingning raised her head and said while crying.

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At that time, Chen Wang thought that this child was so timid that she was afraid that others would fart.

Meng Yingning herself knew that she was still afraid of ghosts. During the team building, she was so scared that she could not move even if she walked on the mountain road alone. When she saw Chen Wang, she almost cried. That was still illusory.

But the danger now is real.

The man's eyes were leisurely, and the wheelchair rolled makes a slight sound, and the sound was close at hand.

The art park at night is gone without the young literary internet celebrities who come to take photos during the day. They appear empty and dark, with rustling autumn leaves and tall creative buildings, casting twisted shadows in the moonlight, making them a little more gloomy.

Meng Yingning didn't know why she could persist in completing the long conversation before. She was not as weak as she could not walk. She was very calm and calm - at least she looked very calm and calm after following the two people out of the studio door and got into the car.

The car door closed with a "slam" and then the sound of a lock falling off was clicking.

In the closed and suppressed space, any subtle sounds and emotions seem to be infinitely amplified. The emotions that could barely be suppressed just now began to expand rapidly, and the noisy and hustle and bustle made the presence.

Meng Yingning bit her lip, hugged her arm and leaned against the car door and hugged in the corner of the back seat. When she heard the slight sound of the car lock in her ear, she still trembled uncontrollably.

She watched the black car slowly drive out of the park, and she felt a sense of panic and despair.

Tang Cheng sat next to her, turned his head and looked at her with interest: "Scared?"

Meng Yingning turned her head and looked at him in the dim light: "Are you going to kill me?"

When this sentence was said, Meng Yingning was surprised to find that her voice was not trembling.

Although the clothes on her back were almost soaked in cold sweat, she even felt numb with her fingertips.

The man tilted his head slightly, and seemed to look at her really curiously: "Why should I kill you?"

"Don't you have a grudge against Chen Wang?" Meng Yingning said, "You have worked so hard to come to me, just to take revenge on him."

Tang Cheng started to laugh.

Meng Yingning licked her lips and continued, "But he won't be sad because of me. I'm the one who posted him. He is very impatient and doesn't like me that much."

She felt that she had to speak now. If she didn't speak, she would be swallowed up by this strange fear.

Her lips were white, her voice was soft, she was neither too tight nor too slow, her dark eyes were clear and clean, and she looked very calm.

But no matter how calm she seems on the surface, the only emotion that cannot be hidden in this world is fear.

He's just a little girl after all.

He almost wanted to praise her for being so calm.

"Do you think he doesn't like you?" Tang Cheng looked at her trembling slightly and smiled, "Do you know that when Chen Wang is not by your side, you are also following people to protect you?"

Meng Yingning was stunned.

"Didn't find it? You said, I have put a lot of effort into seeing you alone, and it's really troublesome. If Lin Heran wasn't dying this time and Chen Wang was so panicked that he would have found someone to guard him in a tight way, I still wouldn't see you."

"So look," Tang Cheng said slowly, "I really like you very much. I have been chatting with you for such a big time. How could I kill you before the conversation is over? Why are you afraid of me?"

He held his phone in his hand, slid the screen, raised his eyes, and played casually in his hand, but his eyes stared at her, saying meaningfully: "What you are afraid of is Chen Wang."

The man's voice is gentle and cold.

After he finished speaking, he appreciated the effect.

Meng Yingning shrank and pressed against the side of the car, paused clearly, and her thin shoulders and back tightly tightly.

Tang Cheng finally felt a little pleased by her reaction.

After he said this, Meng Yingning almost subconsciously wanted to turn her head, and rationality took action to control her behavior, and she endured it.

She stopped talking.

Meng Yingning didn't know what he wanted to say, but she subconsciously felt that she wouldn't want to hear what he said next.

The man didn't care whether she would respond. Anyway, she could just listen to what he said now. He had to listen to even if he wanted to. There was nothing he could do if he didn't want to listen.

He changed his subject and said slowly, "Did Chen Wang tell you this person Yi Yang?"

Meng Yingning closed her eyes and had a clear attitude of resistance.

"I guess I've mentioned a little bit to you. He has a son, you know, right? He should be about three or four years old, very cute, and looks very much like his father," the space in the back of the car was very spacious. Tang Cheng raised his legs and thought for a while, "I've visited it once, where was the welfare home..."

Meng Yingning suddenly opened her eyes and turned her head.

She didn't know whether she was afraid or angry, and she was breathing a little too fast: "He didn't know anything," Meng Yingning's eyes turned red, and she couldn't hold back, "Just hate Chen Wang and look for me, don't involve innocent people."

"I didn't plan to touch him." Tang Cheng looked at her in surprise.

In this situation, she can still hide all the fears and other emotions well. When she mentioned others, she couldn't help it.

She is still a child who has no blood relationship with her and has even met once.

Tang Cheng could not understand this inexplicable, Virgin-like relationship. In his opinion, nothing is more important than himself and his blood relatives.

His brother.

Tang Yan was once all about him.

But because of Chen Wang, he had nothing left.

Because of Chen Wang.

He has to pay a price.

Otherwise, wouldn't it be very unfair?

Tang Cheng bit the name, his expression gradually subsided, and he looked at her calmly: "I hate him so much, but I won't mention it between him and I. Don't you want to know about Yi Yang?"

Meng Yingning did not respond.

"He's very miserable, I remember very clearly," the man tapped his knee gently with his cell phone. "Later, the bones in his body were broken and even his eyes were dug. The man was nailed to the wall, and the ground was covered with blood. When he heard the sound, he would raise his head and his eyes were empty."

Tang Cheng was a little confused: "It's obvious that he can't see it, what exactly can he see?"

"Stop talking..." The last bit of blood on Meng Yingning's face faded away, and she was shaking.

Tang Cheng paused and said in a good mood: "Do you don't understand if I say that, I even brought you a photo. Do you want to see it?"

"I don't want it..." Meng Yingning arched up and bent over, covered his ears, and tried his best to suppress the scream in his throat, "I won't look! You crazy! You are a crazy!"

"What are you afraid of? I'm chatting with you. I just want to tell you what Chen Wang's past is like and what kind of person he used to be."

Tang Cheng leaned over, leaned over, and pulled her wrist covering her ears away: "Don't you want to know how Yi Yang died in the end?"

"Chen Wang killed him."

"He can do the best brothers. Do you think this person is quite scary?"

"He is such a person. As long as you become an obstacle, he will not want you again."

"You actually know that he doesn't like you so much, right? Otherwise, how could he leave you today? If you are really that important, you won't fall into my hands."

Tang Cheng raised his hand, gently hooked her long hair, hooked her ears behind her ears, and then whispered, "You are the same. No matter how kind he was to you before, he will only watch you die now."

Meng Yingning pressed her head against her knees, and her whole body shrank into a ball, and tears slammed down.

She cried.

The long hair drooped down with her movements and blocked her side face. A few strands were hooked behind her ears, revealing a wet corner of her eyes. Tears fell silently on her legs and fell on the soft car floor mat.

"Stop talking..." Meng Yingning's last bit of strength and persistence were crushed and shattered. She choked, her voice burst into tears, "Please, please, stop talking..."

Tang Cheng looked at her, and after a while, he laughed.

Then he slowly raised his phone and put it in his ear. The sound sounded very pleasant, even with a gentle gentleness, and an inexplicable sense of satisfaction: "Did you hear it? Team Chen."
Chapter completed!