How did finding a wife for the villain become giving away a husband?

Chapter 221 Miaojiang Young Master X Tourist 12

"Let them all face legal punishment!"

Jiang Hui's right eye twitched. They say the left eye twitches for good fortune, the right eye for disaster. He quickly stopped her, saying, "We can't even take care of ourselves, how can we pretend to be heroes?"

"The most important thing now is to find Song Wenjing, rescue him, and then the four of us can sneak away from here."

"Once we leave here and return home, I won't stop you from doing anything you want. Anyway, I think this village is very strange."

"Especially the clan leader. He looks like he's in his twenties or thirties, but I heard he's 49 now."

"But his skin is in great condition, and there are no wrinkles on his forehead. This is not consistent with human growth patterns at all."

Dana said: "I support what Jiang Hui said. Don't take on a job if you don't have the ability." Her previous calmness lost its effect at this moment.

"Oh." He Zeli was a little reluctant.

……

When Song Wenjing woke up, the person in his arms still had tears in the corners of his eyes, and was lying pitifully on his chest.

His eyes suddenly became gentle, and after kissing his forehead, he carefully lifted the quilt and moved the person in his arms away.

Unexpectedly, Wu Jinan woke up immediately after he moved. He grabbed Song Wenjing's neck viciously and said coldly: "What do you want to do?"

He had heard that some people don't cherish what they get!

Ah!

If you dare to get it for free, I will kill you (*￣m￣)!

Song Wenjing didn't care about the restraint around his neck. He hugged him and explained, "Be good! We haven't eaten anything all afternoon. I'll get up and make some food for you."

When Wu Jinan heard this, he carefully looked into Song Wenjing's eyes. After confirming that it was true, his fierce look slowly faded and he put down his hand.

He rested his head on the pillow with an embarrassed look on his face, feeling a little shy due to his physical discomfort. "...Yes, I'm sorry."

The courage he had not long ago suddenly fell away, and he timidly covered his head with the quilt. But if Song Wenjing dared to say that he had abandoned him now.

He dared to guarantee that he would kill Song Wenjing!

His personality was always free-spirited; if he couldn't get it, no one else could either! Now, look at the obedient one, he was just getting satisfied.

Whenever he was unhappy, Song Wenjing would come over to comfort him. Since everything was satisfied, he naturally wouldn't have any dark thoughts!

He was very happy that he was a simple and harmless boyfriend in Song Wenjing's eyes!

While exercising, Song Wenjing asked him why he was unhappy just now, but he didn't have the energy to answer at that time.

All I can say is that someone made him unhappy, and if he didn't answer the question, this person would treat him rudely.

If you answer, he will treat you gently, but only for a moment.

Whenever they did that kind of thing, Song Wenjing would always say something embarrassing, which made him completely unable to respond or answer him.

"Good..." My body feels refreshed and there is nothing sticky.

Wu Jinan replied with one word, and to make sure that Song Wenjing was not the kind of person who would run away after having a meal, he closed his eyes and fell asleep.

"It's okay, go to sleep. I'll wake you up to eat when dinner is ready."

Song Wenjing pulled the quilt down a little, covering his head, but it was difficult to breathe. Noticing his uneasy heart, Song Wenjing bit his cheek.

She said gently that she would go cook, and after getting someone's nod, she put on her clothes and went downstairs.

Wu Jinan turned over, opened his eyes and looked at Song Wenjing's back, then slowly closed his eyes.

This felt good, he liked Song Wenjing's gentle treatment. Love made him rational, otherwise he would definitely imprison Song Wenjing.

If he wanted to, he could control the insect in Song Wenjing's body, but that was not what he wanted! He wanted to see the lust in Song Wenjing's eyes, instead of looking at him with cold eyes like a puppet.

If that happened, he felt like he would go crazy!

Song Wenjing had nothing in his mind right now, except wanting to cook a meal for his sweetheart.

"An An, can you get up and eat first before going to bed?"

Wu Jinan heard Song Wenjing, but he was very sleepy, so he just said "hmm" perfunctorily without even opening his eyes.

The body didn't even move!

Song Wenjing was not angry, but helped him up and fed the rice into his mouth himself. To prevent it from being too hot, he blew on it a few times.

"Be good, open your mouth..."

Wu Jinan leaned in his arms. When he heard the voice, he opened his eyes, glanced at him, and opened his mouth obediently.

When he had almost finished eating, he closed his eyes and shook his head to indicate that he was full.

Song Wenjing put him on the bed, covered him with a quilt, and without a trace of disgust, he picked up the food with the chopsticks he had just used to feed Wu Jinan, and the bowl in his hand did not change.

You have to get new dishes and wash a new set!

Sharing makes things easier!

……

After the two men led the guards away, He Zeli secretly opened the door. He walked in carefully. The room was very dark and even the candles were not lit.

The dark environment makes people feel scared.

Especially the kind that is dark and silent, which makes people think of the scenes in horror movies.

In the quiet house, there was the sound of chains dragging the floor, "la la la", which sounded unreal but could not be ignored.

He Zeli's heart tightened even more now. He was terrified and had already considered retreating. What if Song Wenjing wasn't here?

He shouldn't be here, right?

Perhaps the two teammates have already found where Song Wenjing is. Looking at some strange things on the table, there is some confusion in his eyes.

These things look like magical tools used by charlatans to deceive people.

He took a few steps back, comforting himself that Song Wenjing was not there. Just as he was about to turn around and leave, he heard a hoarse voice.

"……Who are you?"

He Zeli couldn't help but pause for a moment. He knew very well that the voice was not Song Wenjing's, but he still couldn't help but turn his head back.

In a corner not far away, there was a young man sitting in a wheelchair. He had a handsome face and the moonlight shone on his face, as if it was coated with a layer of light.

The other half of his face was submerged in darkness, making it impossible to tell what his expression was.

He Zeli's gaze swept from the young man's face to his feet. He saw that the young man's legs had been cut off from the thighs, leaving only emptiness.

The other leg was fixed with bamboo and wrapped in white cloth. What was even more outrageous was that the young man's neck was firmly locked with a chain.

The young man was in a corner, and darkness enveloped him tightly. If he hadn't come out a little and spoken out to remind others,

He Zeli never imagined that there was a living person there.

"...I, came to find my friend, what happened to you?" He couldn't help but ask with a worried look on his face.