Chapter 706: Tell Young Master Ling a Little Story
Shen Fanlei didn't know what to say. She was mumbling for a long time. Finally she said two words: "Pervert."
"How come I have changed?" Ling Cang said aggrievedly, "This is not a change of attitude. It is a matter of taste."
Maybe this seems normal to Ling Cang. But Shen Fanlei still can't accept it.
Shen Fanlei received a strict education and grew up. She abides by etiquette and norms in all aspects of life and rarely breaks the rules. It is as difficult for her to try some new things in the relationship between men and women as it is for Hong Xue to give up those hobbies.
Hong Xue has three major hobbies: smoking, drinking, and perming her hair. Going whenever she has nothing to do, rain or shine.
Back in the mountains, Lingcang had read Garcia.
I was deeply impressed by a female character in Marquez's "One Hundred Years of Solitude". This woman grew up in a strict Puritan family. After getting married, she arranged some important days every month. She was abstaining from desires and concentrated on praying. She removed the inherent characteristics of women. menstrual cycle. She didn't leave a few days for that poor husband to live a married life.
It was hard for my husband to survive such a day. This woman was just lying motionless on the bed. She was wearing a long nightgown that covered her from her neck to her feet. She didn't reveal any part of her body. She only touched the most critical part. A hole was made, and there were exquisite floral decorations embroidered with gold thread around it. My husband lost interest in it.
A novel is a novel after all. Ling Cang didn't think that such a woman existed in reality. However, after getting together with Shen Fanlei, he found that Shen Fanlei seemed to have such a tendency.
Thanks to Ling Cang's efforts, Shen Fanlei changed somewhat, but she was also reluctant.
"I won't fight with you anymore..." Ling Cang sighed helplessly: "I'm going to rest first. I'll come back tomorrow morning."
"Where are you going?"
"Find a hotel nearby."
"Okay." Shen Fanlei picked up the clothes and handed them to Ling Cang: "It's getting cold at night. Put on your coat. Don't freeze."
"Don't worry." Ling Cang walked to the door. Suddenly he turned his head and said to Shen Fanlei: "Go see a psychiatrist when you have time."
"Why."
"It's not normal for you to be so conservative..."
"You are not normal." Shen Fanlei angrily picked up the pillow and threw it at Ling Cang: "You should leave quickly. I don't want to see you again."
After leaving the ward door, Ling Cang snapped his fingers. Two figures immediately walked over from the darkness.
The ones responsible for protecting Ling Cang today were Leng Han and Leng Xiao. Ling Cang asked Leng Han to stay in the hospital to protect Shen Fanlei. Then he took Leng Xiao to find a hotel nearby.
Ling Cang didn't want to live with others, but he could only make do with it during special times, so he opened a double business suite.
After paying the deposit at the front desk and receiving the room card, Ling Cang and Leng Xiao came to the room. As soon as they opened the door, they noticed something was wrong.
Leng Xiao reacted quickly. He rushed over and stood in front of Ling Cang.
There is already a person in the room, sitting firmly on the sofa. Through the light coming in from the outside, you can tell that he is an old man.
Ling Cang inserted the key card into the electrical outlet and pressed the switch. The lights in the room suddenly turned on. When he recognized the old man, Ling Cang became even more nervous: "It turns out to be you."
"We meet again." The old man chuckled and stood up slowly: "We met in the capital, but we didn't introduce ourselves at that time. I am the same as the dragon."
Leng Xiao looked at Binglong carefully and asked Lingcang quietly: "Do you know him?"
"We had a chance encounter." Ling Cang remembered what happened before and couldn't help but feel itchy with hatred. He went to the capital during the last holiday. After the matter was almost settled, Zhang Yiting was suddenly kidnapped. One of the main messengers was Bing Long. It's just that Ling Cang didn't know his name at that time.
"I suggest you relax a little. I don't mean any harm." Binglong noticed that Leng Xiao was always on alert. He smiled easily: "If you really take action, you are no match for me."
Binglong's performance was very calm. There was no power around him. He couldn't feel how powerful he was. But for some reason, Leng Xiao believed it: "Even if I am not your opponent, I still want to protect my young master."
"I appreciate your courage. But I really don't mean any harm." Bing Longzhong sat down again and pointed to the sofa opposite: "Master Ling, if you have time, let's chat for a while."
It took less than ten minutes from checking in at the front desk to entering this room. Binglong was able to know in advance and stay here. If Binglong had planned to catch him, he could no longer escape at this time. He could only hate him. After taking such careful precautions, a loophole was still taken advantage of. In any case, Ling Cang felt calm. He sat down opposite Bing Long and said, "What do you want to say?"
"I repeat. I mean no harm. Please relax."
"If there were no ill intentions, you would kidnap my girlfriend." Ling Cang said. He carefully sensed his surroundings and wanted to know if someone was coming with Bing Long. Bing Long was not the most terrifying thing. Ling Cang went to the farmyard that day. The person hiding behind was the scariest person. The power that burst out in an instant actually surpassed Sima Tian.
"It can be said that the kidnapping of your girlfriend was because of a misunderstanding. It was also because we wanted to know something." He shrugged his shoulders and said with a smile: "Your girlfriend was not harmed in any way..."
"Kidnapping itself is an injury. Do you expect me to forgive you?"
"Then let me tell you another thing..." Binglong didn't care at all about Ling Cang's attitude. He said slowly: "Pulemeng was sent by me."
"Pulun Meng."
"He was the one who rescued you from Fang Han." Binglong bowed forward and said with a half-smile: "I kidnapped your girlfriend, but I saved your life again. Putting these two things on a scale, it is obviously impossible to maintain a balance. Your life must be heavier. It seems that you still owe me a favor."
Ling Cang asked doubtfully: "You really sent him there."
"To be precise, he is my master."
"It's the person who was hiding from me that time in the capital, right?"
"That's right."
"Can you tell me who he is?"
"Not yet." Spreading his hands, Binglong said calmly: "I can only tell you that we belong to the Illuminati."
"Illuminati." Leng Xiao became even more nervous when he heard these three words. A burst of white air suddenly appeared in the room, with a strong chill. It swirled around his palm.
Leng Xiao could take action at any time. But Binglong didn't seem to notice: "Can you give up hostility?"
"For the time being." Ling Cang nodded: "But, you don't have to reveal your identity to me. I already guessed that you are from the Illuminati last time."
"Young Master Ling is indeed smart and wise." Binglong chuckled. The conversation changed and his tone became a little sarcastic: "It just makes me wonder how a person like you could fall into such a simple trap as Fang Han."
Ling Cang felt a little embarrassed when he heard this. But he was thick-skinned and didn't show it: "This is normal."
"I don't think it's normal." Binglong slowly shook his head: "A person who is destined to do a great career was seduced by a slightly pretty woman and then was arrested. It's really shocking. incredible."
When Leng Xiao heard this, he glanced at Ling Cang and seemed a little disdainful.
If he were a face-saving person, he would probably want to find a crack in the ground to crawl in. But Ling Cang is not such a person: "Since ancient times, heroes have been saddened by beauty. I don't think there is anything incredible."
Binglong smiled again: "Young Master Ling is right to say that."
"There are too many examples like this. Let's not mention those from ancient times. Let's just talk about recent times..." Ling Cang looked at Binglong nonchalantly and started spitting: "Look. The one with the song Red Star The famous Li Erjiang had almost impeccable moral character. His whole life was a hymn of loyalty. He fought with the people for more than half a century under the shining of the red star. Later, he met a student who was old enough to be his daughter. Meng Ge. It was not a big deal at first. The clinker Meng Ge's pussy | was too tight. This made Li Erjiang start his career as an old cow eating young grass. He also accidentally created a Li Tianyi who was dedicated to cheating his father. This Li Tianyi drove a car without a license plate in Beating people outside and shouting who my father is, ruined Li Erjiang's reputation... I just never controlled it and mistook a beautiful woman for a good person. This mistake is nothing in comparison."
Ling Cang's words made the air in the room feel much more relaxed. Leng Xiao almost laughed out loud, but he didn't dare and held it back.
Binglong looked at Ling Cang with dumbfounded eyes. After a long time, he coughed twice uncomfortably: "Young Master Ling's eloquence is indeed remarkable."
"I've already talked about it. You'd better tell me why you came to me this time."
"Actually, it's nothing. I just want to tell you that the person who saved you is my master. We are not necessarily enemies. We can cooperate. Even if we don't cooperate, there is no need to fight to the death..." Binglong looked at Ling Cang. He emphasized every word: "Although we are also the Illuminati."
"What do you want to do together?"
"It's too early to talk about this now." Binglong said slyly: "We might as well talk about it in the future. After all, both of us need to examine each other. We need to know that you are sincerely cooperating. You also need to know that we are indeed reliable."
"That's right." Ling Cang nodded: "What you said is quite true."
"I can speak more truthfully. My meaning does not represent the Illuminati as a whole. I just convey it to my master."
"Who is your master..." Ling Cang asked slowly in a long voice, "I really can't tell you right away."
Binglong did not answer Ling Cang. Instead, he changed the subject: "I have a purpose for coming here this time."
"What."
"Tell Mr. Ling a little story."
"What." Ling Cang was stunned. He couldn't figure out when the Illuminati became so nonsensical. It came to the door in the middle of the night for no other reason than to tell stories to himself. Why the hell don't you go to 17K to write online novels?