She hadn't actually looked at him directly. The scar was too conspicuous and staring at other people's flaws was too rude, so she always glanced over it.

But when you think about it carefully, everything suddenly came to an explanation.

His almost clumsy attentiveness, his cautiousness, who never gets annoyed after being choked by her, was not the scheming plea, but because he knew who she was and was always grateful to her.

He is Zong Hang.

***

After Yi Sa left, Zong Hang stared at her soup bowl.

What a pity that he doesn't have a cell phone now, otherwise he should have taken it, which is more memorable: the first meal he made for Yi Sa was made by himself, and he had not added salt yet.

Fortunately, she didn't think about what kind of meal she wanted to have. His cooking skills were just cooking noodles.

He picked up the soup bowl and was about to put it in the pool when the door opened again.

Zong Hangxi said: "You..."

The second half of the sentence was swallowed back.

It’s not Yi Sa who left and turned back.

Where the door opened, Ding Ji stood facing the light, his body shaped like an iron tower, and behind it was a dark corridor.

Zong Hang's back was chilling, and he stared at him vigilantly: "Are you okay?"

Ding Qi covered the door with his backhand, pushed the pin up quietly, and then walked in step by step, looking around: "I'm a little hungry, do you have any food?"

Zong Hang took a step back and subconsciously kept his distance from him: "No, we're off work, we won't cook."

Ding Qi said oh, and looked at Zong Hang with great interest: "You are the... Zhang Youhe's substitute, what do you call you?"

Zong Hang hesitated for a moment: "Long...Long Song."

Ding Qi smiled: "Long Song, this name sounds like Southeast Asia is very strong."

Zong Hang said: "Who said that Long is a Chinese surname. My mother's surname is Song, so she is called Long Song..."

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly raised his hand and smashed Ding Chi's head with soup and bowls. At the same time, he ran towards the gate.

Tell him about Southeast Asia, where Southeast Asia is where he "dead". Isn't it right? Besides, what you said yourself, "Since you already feel that a person is not like a good person, you shouldn't believe him anymore"...

Zong Hang rushed to the door and pulled the handle vigorously. After grabbing it, the tiger's mouth hurt, and then he realized that the pin was installed.

It was too late to try to get the price again. Ding Qi had already put one hand on his shoulder and turned it back hard. He had already fallen back and flew out. When he landed on the ground, he smashed the two baskets of potatoes to be peeled, and the bones were rolling everywhere under him.

Zong Hang hurriedly shrank back, accidentally stuck a potato, grabbed it and smashed it towards Ding Ji. Ding Ji turned his head and the potato hit the stainless steel door with a "bang".

Ding Qi smiled, stretched out his hand and stroked his hair that had been sprinkled with soup on his forehead: "Carring well, why are you hitting someone? Why, are you in your heart?"

He called out his name: "Zonghang, is it Zonghang?"

In a panic, Zong Hang finally touched the bone-cutting knife. He was delighted. He grabbed the stainless steel kitchen table legs and stood up, crossing the knife to his chest: "What do you want to do?"

Ding Qi looked at him contemptuously: "Zong Hang, a person like you can't use a knife, a knife and a gun are different..."

"Do you know how sharp this knife is? It can be cut to my body until the bones are cut, the flesh will bloom, blood will spew out, and even a few buckets of water will not be washed clean..."

Zong Hang swallowed.

He was quite afraid of the scene of blood flowing like a river.

Ding Qi suddenly looked ferocious, raised his feet and kicked the bench towards him. Zong Hang was stunned. He was not sure whether to use a knife to chop or block his arm. Ding Qi fell to the ground with his right hand, and rushed his body straight towards him. When he approached, his left hand quickly passed between his knees, and he hugged him and threw him to the ground.

Just as I heard a clang, the bone-cutting knife fell and flew away so far.

Zong Hang didn't know how to do his best, so he could only try his best to kick. Seeing Ding Qi slamming his neck, he tried his best to grab and push his wrist, and in a moment, a draw was drawn.

Zong Hang was panicked and didn't think the situation was strange, but Ding Qi was different, and his expression was almost difficult to see the extreme.

Ding Changsheng cultivated him since childhood. The three surnames were good at underwater skills and were not good at fighting. He was one of the few people who practiced since childhood and had solid skills in punching and kicking. He dared not praise the strength on his arms, but it was no problem to ride a boat and move a car.

An ordinary person like Zong Hang who has no training at first glance is not very strong in shape and can actually compete with him.

Ding Qi's mind changed rapidly, and he only wanted to fight and decide quickly. He immediately withdrew his hand, and his five fingers were like snakes, sliding into Zonghang's fingers.

Before Zong Hang could react, Ding Qi suddenly hooked his fingers, controlled his fingers, and slapped them in the opposite direction.

The sound of a broken finger bone, and whether it was two or three times, Zong Hang almost fainted from pain. Ding Qi grabbed the moment, suddenly turned his body, raised his arm, pulled the belt around and buckled it, then got up, looked around, untied a sack of sweet potatoes and emptied it, tied his ankles with a rope, and picked up a rag and stuffed it into his mouth, then put him in the sack.

Before pricking his mouth, he looked down at Zong Hang.

Zong Hang was afraid that he would cry out of pain, his eyeliner was so blurred, his chest was undulating, and his eyes were staring at him like a cone.

Ding Qi smiled and said, "You are very interesting, I have to study it."

He tied the bag and cleaned the scene very quickly. After confirming that nothing was wrong, he dragged the sack to the door.

The door opened and there was no rush to go out. I avoided behind the door and looked into the corridor.

Very, quiet, and dark.

Ding Qi sighed and lowered his head to drag the sack outward.

At this moment, Yi Sa suddenly hung upside down from the top of the corridor, clenched his fists, like an electric shock to hit the left and right temples.

Ding Qi was caught off guard, and his eyes were confused. His body shook left and right, but he couldn't fall down. Yi Sa didn't think about it and immediately made up another move.

This time, the iron-killed man couldn't hold on anymore. Ding Qi's eyes were straight and he finally fell down.

***

Zong Hang was so painful that his whole body was sweating. His eyes were gray and white. He didn't know what was going on. He only knew that Ding Qi suddenly stopped, and then the pocket was opened.

He raised his eyes blankly, and the grayness in front of him was filled with the halo of the lamp.

He heard Yi Sa's voice: "Zong Hang?"

Is it Yi Sa? Zong Hang blinked hard, trying to see her clearly.

I can't see clearly, only the outline or the ghost.

She approached, pulled off the rag from his mouth, then reached out and twisted a piece of flesh on his face, and shook it.

Zong Hang was only twisted by Tong Hong's best friends when he was a child. They said that when he was three or four years old, his cheeks were covered with flesh, chubby, and it felt good when he pinched. And every time he was pinched, he looked like a frightened deer with his eyes wide open.

Zong Hang widened his eyes, not knowing what Yi Sa wanted to do.
Chapter completed!