Chapter 855
Uncle 3, what are you doing with the rope?
Chapter 855 Third uncle, what are you doing with the rope?
The moment Jiang Zongyi turned around, a gloomy and cold light flashed across his eyes.
He walked to the door of the storage room, and when he opened the door, he had an extra rope in his hand.
Seeing this, Jiang Lai was stunned for a moment, and asked casually, "Third Uncle, what are you doing with the rope?"
"Since they are hostages, they still have to look like hostages." Jiang Zongyi looked at the two of them with a terrifyingly kind smile on his face, "Xiao Lai, Yi Han, I'm afraid I'll wrong you."
Jiang Lai's face couldn't help but change, "Third Uncle, do you have to be tied? We are all acquaintances or relatives, it seems a bit unreasonable to do so?"
Although the corners of Jiang Zongyi's mouth were hooked, but there was no smile in his eyes, "The favors are all in the breakfast just now, don't waste time, and don't force third uncle to be rough on you."
Jiang Lai knew that he was impatient, so he glanced sideways at Jiang Yihan, and said, "Well, you can tie me up, but Yihan is not feeling well, so it's okay not to tie him up?"
Jiang Zongyi followed her gaze and glanced at Jiang Yihan, looking at his scrawny figure, hesitated for a while, and finally agreed, "Yes."
Jiang Lai didn't bargain with him any more, and clasped both hands together and handed them to him.
She curled her lips, and said to Jiang Zongyi innocently, "Third Uncle, don't tie it too tightly, I think it hurts."
Jiang Zongyi knew that she had a lot of ghost ideas, so he said "yes" on his lips, but he didn't relax his hands at all.
After tying her up, Jiang Zongyi pulled Jiang Lai out by the rope without even looking at Jiang Yihan.
Jiang Yihan looked at the ropes tied around Jiang Lai's wrists, and couldn't help clenching his hands on the mattress.
In Jiang Zongyi's eyes, he was just a non-threatening patient with no ability to resist at all.
So, it doesn't make much difference whether you tie him or not, does it?
After Jiang Zongyi walked out of the door, seeing Jiang Yihan still sitting on the mattress, he urged again, "Hurry up!"
Jiang Lai saw him being aggressive towards Jiang Yihan, and defended with wide eyes, "What's the rush? He's not feeling well, what's wrong with taking his time?"
Jiang Zongyi's eyes flickered for a moment, and then he smiled again, "Xiao Lai is right, but your father has already arrived. In order to prevent him from waiting anxiously, let's go there first."
"Okay." Jiang Lai readily agreed, followed him towards the yard, and before leaving, he turned his head and said to Jiang Yihan who was in the storage room, "If you're not feeling well, come out later, it's fine."
Jiang Yihan smiled back at her, and said softly, "Okay."
When they left, he was the only one left in the storage room.
No one noticed that his face turned pale, and the heart in his left chest fell to the bottom all of a sudden.
As a man, at such a time, he should stand up and protect Jiang Lai, but because of his broken body, he can only hide behind her uselessly.
People who have not experienced this feeling will not understand it!
What's the use of her protecting him like this?
What is the difference between him living like this and the walking dead?
Helpless, hated, desperate, and then ashamed!
Raising his hand, he slammed his fist hard on the mattress, and when he hit a hard object at the joint, he froze.
Immediately, forcefully lifted the mattress.
The pistol hidden here had a cold metallic luster in the dim light.
Although Jiang Yihan had never touched a real gun, but Jiang Lai lied that the gun was a fake, which would have underestimated him too much.
His body was sick, but his mind was still clear.
Whether it's the shape or the feel of the gun, it doesn't look like a fake at all!
(End of this chapter)
The moment Jiang Zongyi turned around, a gloomy and cold light flashed across his eyes.
He walked to the door of the storage room, and when he opened the door, he had an extra rope in his hand.
Seeing this, Jiang Lai was stunned for a moment, and asked casually, "Third Uncle, what are you doing with the rope?"
"Since they are hostages, they still have to look like hostages." Jiang Zongyi looked at the two of them with a terrifyingly kind smile on his face, "Xiao Lai, Yi Han, I'm afraid I'll wrong you."
Jiang Lai's face couldn't help but change, "Third Uncle, do you have to be tied? We are all acquaintances or relatives, it seems a bit unreasonable to do so?"
Although the corners of Jiang Zongyi's mouth were hooked, but there was no smile in his eyes, "The favors are all in the breakfast just now, don't waste time, and don't force third uncle to be rough on you."
Jiang Lai knew that he was impatient, so he glanced sideways at Jiang Yihan, and said, "Well, you can tie me up, but Yihan is not feeling well, so it's okay not to tie him up?"
Jiang Zongyi followed her gaze and glanced at Jiang Yihan, looking at his scrawny figure, hesitated for a while, and finally agreed, "Yes."
Jiang Lai didn't bargain with him any more, and clasped both hands together and handed them to him.
She curled her lips, and said to Jiang Zongyi innocently, "Third Uncle, don't tie it too tightly, I think it hurts."
Jiang Zongyi knew that she had a lot of ghost ideas, so he said "yes" on his lips, but he didn't relax his hands at all.
After tying her up, Jiang Zongyi pulled Jiang Lai out by the rope without even looking at Jiang Yihan.
Jiang Yihan looked at the ropes tied around Jiang Lai's wrists, and couldn't help clenching his hands on the mattress.
In Jiang Zongyi's eyes, he was just a non-threatening patient with no ability to resist at all.
So, it doesn't make much difference whether you tie him or not, does it?
After Jiang Zongyi walked out of the door, seeing Jiang Yihan still sitting on the mattress, he urged again, "Hurry up!"
Jiang Lai saw him being aggressive towards Jiang Yihan, and defended with wide eyes, "What's the rush? He's not feeling well, what's wrong with taking his time?"
Jiang Zongyi's eyes flickered for a moment, and then he smiled again, "Xiao Lai is right, but your father has already arrived. In order to prevent him from waiting anxiously, let's go there first."
"Okay." Jiang Lai readily agreed, followed him towards the yard, and before leaving, he turned his head and said to Jiang Yihan who was in the storage room, "If you're not feeling well, come out later, it's fine."
Jiang Yihan smiled back at her, and said softly, "Okay."
When they left, he was the only one left in the storage room.
No one noticed that his face turned pale, and the heart in his left chest fell to the bottom all of a sudden.
As a man, at such a time, he should stand up and protect Jiang Lai, but because of his broken body, he can only hide behind her uselessly.
People who have not experienced this feeling will not understand it!
What's the use of her protecting him like this?
What is the difference between him living like this and the walking dead?
Helpless, hated, desperate, and then ashamed!
Raising his hand, he slammed his fist hard on the mattress, and when he hit a hard object at the joint, he froze.
Immediately, forcefully lifted the mattress.
The pistol hidden here had a cold metallic luster in the dim light.
Although Jiang Yihan had never touched a real gun, but Jiang Lai lied that the gun was a fake, which would have underestimated him too much.
His body was sick, but his mind was still clear.
Whether it's the shape or the feel of the gun, it doesn't look like a fake at all!
(End of this chapter)