Chapter 75

Something happened to that face.

Shen Boyan held the phone and his heartbeat accelerated.

He had just added Meng Xinqiao to his emergency contacts last night, and now he secretly pressed the shortcut key to have his phone send a distress message to Meng Xinqiao.

Cheng Wenjun was driving in front, as if he didn't realize that the passengers were already alert.

As the car was driving on the highway, Shen Boyan thought about it, knowing that exposing him at this time was not a good choice. He avoided Cheng Wenjun's sight, turned on his cell phone, and started messaging Meng Xinqiao.

Meng Xinqiao: [What’s wrong? What happened? Is the system giving you trouble? 】

Meng Xinqiao: 【Is it convenient? If it's inconvenient, send me an emergency text message. ]

Shen Boyan: [Well, I'm in the car driven by Cheng Wenjun now. ]

Meng Xinqiao: [? ? ? ? ]

Meng Xinqiao: [Don't say anything to him, I'm on my way to you now. ]

Shen Boyan held the phone and calmed down a little.

His wanderlust attribute is relatively serious. But looking at this route, one can also tell that it is not actually heading home.

He opened the map and compared it with difficulty for a while, and suddenly realized that this was the road leading to the Cheng family's old house.

Why would Cheng Wenjun take him to the Cheng family's old house?

Thinking of the dark house, Shen Boyan felt a little nervous. But he could do nothing but send a message to Meng Xinqiao, and watched helplessly as the car drove down the highway and slowly stopped at the gate of the Cheng family's old residence.

The old house did not have an underground parking lot. From the parking space, the outline of the old house can be clearly distinguished.

A not-so-tall building stands in the mountains. The night is a little gloomy, and the outline of the house is so dim and unclear in the night.

There's no point in pretending to be stupid at this point.

Cheng Wenjun took off his mask, turned his head and called out: "Xiaoyan."

Shen Boyan looked at him quietly.

"Xiaoyan, I'm sorry..." Cheng Wenjun lowered his eyes, looking a bit forced, "I have difficulties."

Shen Boyan did not want to confront Cheng Wenjun in a confined space that was not conducive to him.

"What do you want to do?" he asked.

"I just wanted to bring you here." Cheng Wenjun whispered, "I'm sorry, I'm really sorry."

He said sorry, but there was no sincere apology in his eyes. Shen Boyan deliberately snorted coldly and said, "I really want to know what kind of medicine you are selling in your gourd."

As he said this, he opened the car door and walked out. The cold wind in the mountains blew against his face. Shen Boyan closed the car door with his backhand and saw Cheng Wenjun getting out as if he was afraid that he would run away.

The two looked at each other, speechless.

The necklace around Shen Boyan's neck became hot again at this moment, as hot as a stove.

"Xiaoyan, let's go."

Cheng Wenjun stepped forward and lowered his head slightly.

Shen Boyan listened to his threatening tone and remained unmoved.

"I won't go with you," he said.

"You must come with me." Cheng Wenjun whispered, "Xiaoyan, I just want to meet my parents. They have something to say to you."

"I don't want to see you." Shen Boyan emphasized lightly, "Why should I Want to see them?"

"Xiaoyan, don't force me."

A cold light flashed in Cheng Wenjun's eyes.

"It's just a meeting, just a meeting. Xiaoyan, if you don't want to, I have to take you there by force."

"Why do you have to ask me to see them?" Shen Boyan stared at him, "What is your reason?"

He needed to stall for time.

Shen Boyan believed that Meng Xinqiao was already on his way. All he had to do was drag Cheng Wenjun until Meng Xinqiao arrived.

"I don't know, but they are my parents." Cheng Wenjun didn't say a reason and couldn't give one. "Aren't you willing to do such a small thing, Xiaoyan?"

"You are very strange today, pretending to be Driver, you brought me here by force." Shen Boyan didn't give in. "What reason do I have to trust you, and how can I trust you?"

Cheng Wenjun couldn't refute anything.

He licked his lips anxiously.

"Sorry."

Hearing these words, Shen Boyan subconsciously took a step back.

As expected, Cheng Wenjun suddenly approached and grabbed him. Shen Boyan raised his head and met Cheng Wenjun's somewhat forbidding eyes.

Cheng Wenjun didn't say a word, but stepped forward and pressed forward step by step. Shen Boyan pushed his hand away, and he grabbed Shen Boyan's shoulder reluctantly.

Not far behind the two of them was a road leading down the mountain. The location where the old house is located has few people coming and going, and it is almost night time, and it is even more empty, not even a ghost.

Shen Boyan twisted Cheng Wenjun's wrist, but Cheng Wenjun also used his strength.

The two were in a stalemate. Shen Boyan used almost all his strength, with veins on the back of his hands showing, but he still could not stop Cheng Wenjun who was pressing hard.

"You'd better be obedient, Xiao Yan." Cheng Wenjun also exerted force on his forehead, and there was a fierceness in his eyes, "Don't let me take you away by force."

"You don't want to do anything to his body. Right?"

Shen Boyan gritted his molars and still didn't let go.

From the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a shovel covered with soil lying beside the flower bed.

"Why do you do this?" Shen Boyan seemed a little angry.

"I have no choice." Cheng Wenjun still said, "I'm sorry, I just want to live." Live. Survive?

When Shen Boyan heard such hypocritical words to excuse himself, at such a critical moment, he couldn't help but feel some absurd feelings.

"Do you really just want to survive?" he asked.

Cheng Wenjun seemed to firmly believe this: "Yes, just to live, I have my own reasons!"

Shen Boyan smiled.

He smiled mockingly, which made Cheng Wenjun a little confused.

"No way." Shen Boyan looked at him and said slowly, "No way, Cheng Wenxiu!"

The moment he heard his name, Cheng Wenjun's figure suddenly froze.

His hands were exhausted from surprise. Shen Boyan quickly broke away and rolled around on the ground.

"What on earth do you mean?!"

Shen Boyan heard Cheng Wenjun—actually Cheng Wenxiu's sharp voice.

He picked up the shovel and turned around to see Cheng Wenxiu rushing towards him with a ferocious face.

At the critical moment, Shen Boyan suddenly swung the shovel, and the flat surface of the shovel hit Cheng Wenxiu hard on the head. Boom!

The voice was a little dull, but also a little crisp. Cheng Wenxiu suddenly fell to the ground and fell unconscious on the cobblestone path.

Shen Boyan's feet softened and he almost fell to the ground.

It was so thrilling.

Cheng Wenxiu probably won't wake up for a while. Shen Boyan held the shovel and calmed down on the spot, then he saw a familiar silhouette of a car on the road not far away.

It's Meng Xinqiao's car.

He remembered that he had just met yesterday. saved.

Shen Boyan secretly breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, and finally relaxed his tense body slightly.

Shen Boyan looked at Meng Xinqiao from a distance. The car was approaching quickly. Shen Boyan saw Meng Xinqiao's anxious expression.

But at a certain moment, Meng Xinqiao's expression changed.

His expression changed from anxious to horrified. Shen Boyan suddenly had a very strong ominous premonition. The necklace around his neck suddenly became hot, burning Shen Boyan's skin almost crazily.

At the critical moment, he instinctively turned around.

It was a numb and strange face belonging to Cheng Shunhao.

And the metal lamp holder he held high.

The lamp holder was hit hard, and Shen Boyan turned sideways with great reluctance, but could not completely avoid it.

A dull voice sounded, and Shen Boyan's brain buzzed.

He just lost consciousness completely.