Time goes back to the time of the bombing trial in the morning. Oh, according to the time difference, we have to move back two hours.
It's rare to receive such a large amount of orders from Fan, who originally fled last year. At that time, Tang Zhong and Tang Yi came to him specifically, saying that the video of him throwing Xia Xingran's parents downstairs leaked out and was seen by Xia Xingran. He abandoned the car to save Shuai and he had to be a "dead man".
He is a person with no education and no skills. After much thought, he can only do this errand work and dawdle around to survive.
However, these days of fleeing were about to come to an end as he accidentally bumped into Han Ranchen a few days ago. So these days, he works overtime almost all night, trying to make as much money as possible, and recently escaped to another place.
He was driving on the empty roads of the new province, usually speeding home, and the thoughts in his mind were as messy as the yellow sand flying outside the car window.
Han Ranchen probably didn't remember him. When she was tricked by Yue Haotian, Tang Zhong and Tang Yi were always guarding her. I just looked at her more subconsciously because she looked good-looking.
But what if she also watched the video?
With a screeching sound of braking, white smoke rose from the tires on the ground. Cong Fan held the steering wheel with both hands and rested his head on the back of his spasming hands. His body was shaking and he was breathing heavily.
Will not. How could Han Ranchen have seen it? How could she and Xia Xingran interact with each other?
After Cong Fan calmed down, he shakily found a piece of crumpled restaurant paper from the pocket of his faded and whitish work clothes, wiped the sweat from his head, and then started shifting gears again.
Half an hour later, he arrived at Chang Huan's residence, introduced himself as usual, and knocked on the door.
With a click, the door was opened from the inside, and what greeted him was Han Ranchen, who was smiling vaguely.
He subconsciously avoided her with a guilty conscience. He pushed the hat down again and again, lowering his head all the way, and asked about the items to be sent.
"These are the nuts and other food. Master, please weigh them so we can calculate the postage later." Han Ranchen pretended to be nonchalant, grabbed the box and dragged it over.
Congfan's heartbeat slowed down little by little.
"Master, are you a local? It doesn't look like it." Han Ranchen looked at him moving things and weighing them, then bent down and asked with a smile.
Congfan cleared his throat and replied, "I'm from out of town."
Han Ranchen held his face in his hands and said softly in a deliberate voice. An abnormal tremor ran down Fan's body, and he felt as if he was something in the palm of his hand.
Han Ranchen picked up the water glass at hand, with a shrewd look in his eyes. She walked gracefully to Cong Fan and squatted down, almost leaning against Cong Fan.
She handed the water cup to Cong Fan, tilted her head and looked at him with a smile, extremely beautiful: "Master, it's quite hot today. It's hard for you to run so far. Drink some water to cool down."
"No, no need, I'm not thirsty." Cong Fan clenched his fist tightly and immediately stepped back, almost falling to the ground in his panic.
Han Ranchen's cute giggle echoed in the room. She moved forward again and reached out to touch Cong Fan's face. The fragrance emanating from her body is like an invisible net, trapping Fan from all sides and unable to break free.
"Master, why are you so nervous? I am a well-behaved person, but I just want to buy you a drink of water because of your hard work. Are you so unwilling to reward me?"
Han Ranchen's voice was like a hook with bristles, and Cong Fan felt as if all his bones were falling off. He couldn't help but close his eyes and sleep with his head in Han Ranchen's hand. Feeling the contact between Han Ranchen's palm and his cheek.
Just when he felt that he was about to feel comfortable and about to reach the top, he suddenly felt a sudden chill on his face and hair. He immediately opened his eyes in horror and quickly wanted to cover his face and top of his head, but it was too late.
Han Ranchen, who had been drowning in the gentle countryside with him just now, suddenly seemed to have changed. His whole body was filled with a chilling aura, like snow that had not melted for thousands of years.
"Sure enough, it's you." Han Ranchen said coldly, turned around and washed his hands. Chang Huan, who was fully armed, came out and tied up Cong Fan skillfully.
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"You, what are you doing? Do you know that kidnapping is illegal!" Cong Fan twisted his body violently on the ground, like a big bed bug.
Han Ranchen walked over waving his hands, picked up the phone on the bookshelf, and snorted coldly: "Are you going to call the police next?"
She shook the phone in her hand and pressed 11 in front of him. Her eyes suddenly turned fierce, but her face was still smiling, looking very scary: "What a coincidence, I was just thinking Call the police. We can settle the case of Xia Xingran's parents together."
"No, no, no, no, no!" Fan's nightmare came to reality, and he twisted and crawled to Han Ranchen's feet, pleading non-stop.
Chang Huan pulled Han Ranchen away and kicked Cong Fan away with a look of disgust. His right hand caught his neck and lifted him up from the ground.
Cong Fan's face turned red from suppressing it, and his eyes were about to pop out. His legs were hanging in the air, kicking uncontrollably, and a hard whimper came out of his throat.
A minute later, Chang Huan threw Fan to the ground like a rag. Congfan immediately felt like a fish in water. After a violent cough, he opened his mouth and pumped fresh oxygen into his lungs.
Chang Huan's eyes were sinister and scarlet, his eyebrows were raised, a cold light suddenly appeared, his eyes were as dark as Shen Yuan, and his whole body exuded a solemn and ruthless temperament. He stared at Cong Fan and sneered: "My abilities are not just what I just said. If you are If you don’t want to die now, just come with us honestly.”
"Where to go?" Han Ranchen turned her head and looked at Chang Huan and asked.
"You pack up, we will leave for Beishi immediately." Chang Huan spoke concisely and to the point. Han Ranchen didn't ask any more questions, turned around and entered the back room to start packing up the clothes.
Professional matters should be left to professional people. Moreover, Chang Huan had always had a question in his mind. He needed to go to Bei City to meet that person to find out.
An hour later, Chang Huan put tape on Cong Fan's mouth and quickly threw him into the trunk.
Han Ranchen opened the car door and couldn't help but look sideways at the house where she had lived for nearly a year. She stared at Chang Huan beside her. Her voice was obviously sticky and she asked, "Then are we coming back?"
Chang Huan put his hand on Han Ranchen's head and stroked her soft hair, with gentle eyes: "Of course I won't break my promise to you."
Han Ranchen bent his eyes and nodded. The two smiled at each other and got into the car holding hands.
Wisps of warmth slowly soaked out of their bodies and slowly overflowed all over the ground. Although it was a hot summer day and the heat wave was scorching, the two of them did not feel the unknown anxiety of traveling far away.
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Chang Huan called Xia Xingran before setting off. After Xia Xingran hung up the phone, the soft pastries she had just eaten turned into hard weights. Her diaphragm was in her body, making her feel extremely uncomfortable.
She turned her back a little more, for fear that the people in the pavilion would see something strange about her. My mind is so mushy that I can't tell the difference no matter how much I stir it.
Regardless, this is a very private matter. She definitely couldn't eat any more of this meal. Xia Xingran put her hands into fists by her legs, her chest obviously rising and falling several times, and then she walked into the pavilion pretending to be apologetic.
"I'm really sorry. There's an emergency at the hospital and I have to go back."
Xia Xingran has never lied much. In the past two years, the situation has forced him to learn a little bit. He can barely fool others, but Han Chenluo cannot.
He lowered his eyebrows and smiled brightly, and stood up cooperatively. His face was full of anxiety. He quickly packed up his things and said to the outsiders at the table: "Thank you for your hospitality today. Please eat slowly. We can't wait for matters that matter to our lives. I’ll just take a taxi back with my sister.”
After saying this, he hurriedly pulled Xia Xingran out without waiting for anyone to react. Xia Xingran's hands were white as snow, soaked in cold sweat and cold, as if they were two seasons apart from the cicadas chirping on the trees.
"Going home?" Han Chenluo asked as he opened the taxi-hailing app on his phone.
Xia Xingran was a little surprised at first. Half a minute later, her face turned slightly red and she stared at the black shadows of the two people on the ground and said, "You still saw it."
Han Chenluo shrugged his shoulders, raised his eyebrows and smiled proudly.
Xia Xingran dragged him under the sycamore tree nearby, looked around, and told Han Chenluo everything on the phone.
When she repeated this, the stone that had been pressing on her heart to keep her calm was pushed away again, shattering to pieces on the ground.
After finishing speaking, Xia Xingran's face looked like soaked in raspberry juice, and her breathing was rapid, as if she couldn't breathe. Although I was in the shade, I was sweating profusely, and my hair and clothes were wet and stuck together. She felt her chest became tighter.
"Xiao Luo, I want to talk to Captain Lin about this." Xia Xingran beat her chest and spoke intermittently.
Han Chenluo's expression had become serious. After rolling his eyes three or four times in his eye sockets, he shook his head and said, "That's not appropriate. Let's wait until Uncle Chang Huan, my mother, and the murderer come." "
Xia Xingran licked her dry lips and said, "That's right, Captain Lin didn't find out before. Now that I know how to tell, his face must not look good."
Han Chenluo chuckled in surprise at Xia Xingran's misinterpretation, but was not in a hurry to explain. He has now learned to remain silent about things he is not sure about.
"When will they arrive?" Han Chenluo called a car home.
"The day after tomorrow in the morning." Xia Xingran checked her phone and her voice was firm, like an arrow being fired: "I must pick them up."
