Uncle Nine, where are you running to?

Chapter 386 What on earth is he thinking?

Hi, like him?

Could it be that what Kong San hit just now was not her arm, but her brain?

Cheng Ying could no longer maintain his composure. After glancing at the mocking look on the fat man's face, he immediately turned his head to look out the window and reached for the cigarette box in his suit pocket, wanting to smoke a cigarette to calm his nerves.

The fat man laughed, his fat belly shaking with his laughter. He looked at Cheng Ying who turned his face away in the rearview mirror and said, "Brother Ying, congratulations."

Cheng Ying was speechless.

Why are you congratulating me? Are you congratulating me because someone finally likes me, a mute?

When he was halfway through getting the cigarette box, his arm was held down.

She said: "A tiny spark can cause a thousand acres of forest to bloom."

"It's better not to smoke here. I don't want you to spend the rest of your life in jail."

Haha, that’s quite decent.

But isn't it inappropriate to tell him this?

After she confessed her love to him, every time she approached him, he would pay special attention to her.

But she deliberately held him down with her injured hand. Although Cheng Ying worked under the hands of bad guys, he also had his own principles.

He couldn't do anything to hurt his benefactor again, so he gently pushed her arm away and put the half-empty cigarette box back into his pocket.

Ever since Jingzhi said that, the fat man has become quiet.

Isn't what she said too righteous?

He looks just like a government propaganda worker.

Moreover, Jingzhi's temperament is very similar to that of the servants.

This kind of person is the type that those of us in the underworld hate the most and need to stay away from. Brother Ying... can he really fall in love with her?

……

The moonlight shone on the gray road. This winding road divided the residential houses and the dark forest into two parts.

The large area on the right is the town’s protective forest. Behind the line of vertical pines and cypresses is an orchard contracted by residents.

Not far to the right side of the road, there is a blue sign.

There was an arrow forking to the right on the sign, with "Fuxing Orchard" written on it.

The fat man slowly parked the car on the side of the road and turned to ask, "If we get out of the car and look for her, what will happen to Miss Jingzhi?"

"Don't call me Miss Jingzhi, just call me Jingzhi."

"Oh, Sister Jingzhi."

Jingzhi was slightly stunned.

Forget it.

Just call her sister, but if you really want to calculate carefully, this fat guy should call her grandma or old monster.

……

As the saying goes, if you want to win a person's heart, you must first please the people around him.

Jingzhi raised the corner of her mouth to the fat man in a familiar manner, "I'm fine, it's just a superficial wound. I'll go with you to look for it."

Cheng Ying immediately shook his head at her and pointed at the seat beside his legs, indicating that she should stay in the car.

Jingzhi looked away, pretending not to see it, opened the door and walked out directly, "Come down, what are you standing there for?"

"Just think of me as a kind-hearted citizen, helping you find someone."

Cheng Ying looked at her through the car window and thought to himself:

Concerned citizens?

He is the small boss of the gang.

It turns out that they are not the same kind of people.

She must have rarely seen someone like him and was curious about him, so she wrote that sentence to tease him, right?

Cheng Ying calmed down, opened the door and stepped out of the car.

He was the first to step off the curb and onto the dirt road.

The fat man secretly rolled his eyes at Cheng Ying from behind.

Why is Brother Ying so dull when facing girls?

The fat man opened the trunk and handed Jingzhi the high heels that she had thrown on the ground, and pointed to the muddy ground of the orchard hesitantly.

"Sister Jingzhi, it's not easy to walk on this kind of road in high heels. How about... you wait for us in the car, and we'll find someone to take you to the hospital to get you bandaged right away?"

Jingzhi then rolled her eyes at the back of Cheng Ying's head.

His self-awareness is not as good as his younger brother's.

"No need." She went back to the car, brushed off the dust on her feet, put on her shoes, and walked into the orchard. She walked faster than the fat man who was wearing sneakers.

Fatty: "...cow."

"Xiaoying, I'm not a burden, just agree to go everywhere with me." Jingzhi chased after him.

Cheng Ying paused, then walked faster.

People from different worlds cannot get along, why doesn't she understand?

Since this is an orchard, there must be someone to maintain it.

A few footprints could be seen on the ground from time to time, which made it more difficult for them to find people.

Jingzhi pleaded earnestly in his ear again, and once even asked him if the back of his head hurt, and rubbed his hair.

Cheng Ying was so scared that he couldn't even hold the gun steadily.

He turned and ran a few quick steps, then entered under the grape rack.

There were vines everywhere and the bamboo support frame was a little low. He didn't believe that she, an injured person, could walk so fast.

"Little Eagle, you've been busy all day. Would you like some grapes? The sign at the entrance says we don't use pesticides. I've washed these grapes under the tap nearby. Feel free to have some."

"Don't worry, I've already left the money next to the pool. He's definitely not taking it for free."

Jingzhi was under the shelf, lowered her head slightly, and handed him a bunch of grapes with water droplets on them, looking at him with her beautiful eyes shining brightly.

If he didn't reject her forcefully, she would probably not give up. He didn't understand why a mute like him was so good that she would chase him.

Cheng Ying had a wooden face, made up his mind, and slapped the grapes out of her hand.

As the wet grapes fell to the ground, they were quickly covered with dust and became so dirty that they were unbearable to look at.

The fat man stood not far away, looking shocked.

Brother Ying isn't usually like this, is he?

Seeing Jingzhi's hand hanging in the air, he quickly lowered his head and crawled under the shelf, giving a dry laugh to save face for Cheng Ying:

"Sister Jingzhi, my brother Ying doesn't have the habit of eating snacks. Give it to me. I'm just hungry."

He squatted down and wanted to pick up the grapes. When he lifted his foot in the cool black short boots, he stepped on the mud-covered grape bunch. The purple juice even splashed on the fat man's hand. He thought something was wrong and turned to look at Jingzhi.

really.

The dim night could not hide the tears reflecting on her face, and her sobs gradually became audible in her ears.

The ruthless man who had just been shot and was able to bandage himself skillfully without saying a word was now forced to burst into tears because of Cheng Ying's two actions.

What on earth is Brother Cheng thinking?!

What was Cheng Ying thinking? He just wanted to pay her back.

He took out a few bills from his pocket, stuffed them into her hand without counting, and flashed his notebook at her.

[The money for the notebook, the clothes, and the grapes, we're both clear.]

【Don't bother me anymore.】

The second sentence was written in particularly large characters and was a bit messy. Cheng Ying wrote it hastily.

These words stung her eyes deeply.

It's so embarrassing to cry in front of this heartless person.

She bit her lower lip to stop crying, clenched her fist, took out something, and threw it hard at his chest along with the banknotes.

"You've gone too far!"

"Don't bother me anymore! Don't regret it!"

After saying that, she turned around and left, looking so resolute that she didn't seem like the person with eyes as bright as water and a face full of affection just now.

The fat man looked at Jingzhi who was walking away, then looked at Cheng Ying who was standing there with his head down, looking at the ground, not knowing what he was thinking. He stomped his feet anxiously and helplessly.

"Brother Ying, you...ah...if you don't like her, just write it down and tell her. You're doing this...to be honest, it's quite insulting. I can't stand it, let alone her."

"Besides, she saved you, you—"

Before he could finish his words, he saw Cheng Ying lower his head to pick up a muddy pen, blew off the dust on it twice, and handed it to the fat man.

The fat man took a step back, put his hands behind his back, turned his head to look away, and said in a muffled voice:

"I won't take it. Either you accept it, or you return it to her in person."

Cheng Ying: "...Humph."

Is this how a younger brother acts? Whose younger brother is he anyway?!

The fat man stiffened his neck and said stubbornly:

"It's no use humming. You really went too far just now. I couldn't bear to watch it anymore."

The vineyard was quiet, and the light crunching sound of boots stepping on fallen leaves gradually faded away.

The fat man turned his head and looked at Cheng Ying's straight back. For a moment, he felt that he was like a lone wolf that could not howl.

Alone and alone.

Anyone who comes close will be chased by him.

He sighed, squatted down and looked at the mess on the ground.

You can’t keep the crushed grapes, but you still have to pick up those banknotes.

……

In the grape grove, the leaves on the vines swayed gently in the wind, and a bright white light suddenly appeared in front of Cheng Ying.

He looked closely and saw several pearls strung together in a line, hanging on the branches.

This thing looks very familiar. It is Yiling's pearl necklace.

It seems that she is not stupid. She knows to reassure Zhong Ao first and then leave a mark on him.

Cheng Ying took off the pearl and was about to move forward when he saw the woman following him not far outside the grape grove, taking one deep step and one shallow step, with her arms folded.

It's already October, late autumn, she should be cold, right?

But, that’s none of his business. The most important thing right now is to find Yiling and bring her back to the boss, that’s all.

Yiling was wearing small square-heeled leather shoes today, and the small square prints on the ground began to become clear from here.

Cheng Ying turned back, carefully identified the footprints on the ground, and searched forward bit by bit.

In the dim environment, a warm yellow light suddenly appeared in front.

Cheng Ying narrowed his eyes slightly, and a huge warehouse came into his sight.

The rightmost window on the first floor looked as if someone had lit a candle, and the light was flickering gently.

Cheng Ying looked at the several strings of pearls in his hand and had a hunch that Yiling was among them.

He turned around and silently waved to the fat man not far away.

When the fat man saw this, he strode over.

Maybe it was because of his heavy weight and heavy footsteps that woke up the people inside.

The light suddenly dimmed, and the entire warehouse returned to its pitch-black state.

The lights going out made Cheng Ying even more certain that the people inside were Zhong Ao and Yiling.

Before going in, he subconsciously glanced at Jingzhi who was ten meters away.

She didn't come closer, just stared at him with a look he couldn't understand.

Is it resentment?

We should blame him and let him be a bad guy.

He was a bad guy anyway.

Cheng Ying let out a light breath and gestured to the fat man, indicating him to guard the door.

He walked lightly to the half-open window and climbed in.

Less than a minute after entering, gunshots were heard inside.

Jingzhi's heart was in her throat, her mind was blank, and she automatically put Cheng Ying's safety first.

He immediately bypassed the fat man guarding the gate, followed the wall to the back of the warehouse, found a window, and looked inside carefully.

The handcuffs on Zhong Ao's hands were probably broken open by a gunshot.

He and Cheng Ying were fighting hand-to-hand at this time, breaking a lot of things with each move.

Yiling was so scared that she dodged everywhere and finally hid under a low board.