The strongest way to be narcissistic

What kind of concept is a sudden disaster?

Qiao innocent passer-by Pei Cheng was biting the lollipop in his mouth at this moment, and he could feel the thing on the back of his head very clearly, and this thing might blow his head off at any time.

This is a sudden disaster.

Time goes back to 10 minutes ago.

He came to pick up his little friend Song to go home as usual.

He arrived at the school entrance 10 minutes before school ended, because he was really bored waiting, and wanted to eat something to pass the time. He caught a glimpse of a grocery store next to him, so he went to buy a lollipop.

He still loves candy, which was influenced by the children of his neighbors. It wasn't the possessive Allen, but another one, one or two years younger than him and Allen, who was a pure Chinese.

The other party is a very smart child, really smart, and he is amazing on all levels. If Alan's smile is sweet, that child's smile is like a little sun, as dazzling and dazzling as his name.

Due to the strict requirements of the family, the child can do almost everything at a young age.Qiao Peisheng was very impressed with the child's mother. She was a beautiful woman with sophisticated means, and the mother who raised her child as a perfect work.

The child liked to eat candy, and every time his mother reprimanded him, he would sit alone in a remote corner, holding a small sugar bowl and frantically stuffing candy into his mouth.

So much so that he and Allen, who could always see this scene, became addicted to candy for a while.

Because of the accidental death of his mother, the child seems to have returned to China, and he doesn't know what's going on now?

While eating the lollipop, Qiao Peicheng thought about trivial incidents in his childhood, raised his hand and looked at his watch, and there were about 2 minutes left to finish class.

He circled around randomly, always feeling that something was wrong, so he realized that several people should be looking in his direction.To be precise, he was looking at a man with his back turned to him a few meters to his left.

The man was wearing a black hoodie and was about 1.8 meters tall. It seemed that there was something hidden in the trouser pocket covered by the hem of the clothes, because the man kept reaching out to touch this place repeatedly, as if he was trying to verify something.

Obviously suspicious people.

He also looked at the big brothers who had been observing here—the one sitting under the big tree on the right, who seemed to be on the phone, but his eyes were always looking here, and the same was true for the one who was buying cigarettes in the grocery store. Looks normal, eyes are not idle,

Qiao Peisheng's intuition was telling him that the current situation could presume that this place would temporarily become a place of right and wrong, and it was best for him to leave for a while.

Turning around following his intuition, a suspicious person in his sight suddenly moved, took out a thing and pointed at his back.

A loud shout sounded—"Police!"

It happened very suddenly, all in the blink of an eye, without giving anyone a chance to react. The back of Qiao Peisheng's head was already blocked by something.

As someone who has had an argument with someone before, and Shuangshuang has used this thing to threaten others, he understands it in no time.

gun.

Well, as an innocent passerby, he was taken hostage by gangsters.

"Don't move if you don't want to die."

The voice behind him was smoke, and it sounded familiar, but I couldn't remember who it was.

Qiao Peicheng, who was still holding a lollipop in his mouth, was as steady as an old dog. No hostage should panic.

Accompanied by the screams, and the faint sound of students playing around at the entrance of the campus, Qiao Peicheng noticed that the person behind him might be a little unsteady in his hands.

There are more and more onlookers, all of them seem desperate, taking various pictures with their mobile phones, and they are not afraid that something will happen to them because of their stay.

The police immediately called for additional officers and began to evacuate the crowd to avoid accidents. Then an uncle who claimed to be a negotiator walked over with his hands raised, and kept negotiating with the gangster behind him, as if trying to break through the other party's psychological defense.

To communicate and communicate, no matter what, two people need to talk to get it done.

However, the gangster didn't like him at all, and didn't even give him a hum.

Qiao Peicheng felt that the mental quality of the person behind him was not bad. After such a long time, at least the shaking of his hands was still within a reasonable range.

Probably because the hands are a little tired.

The tall Qiao Peicheng lightly bit the corner of the lollipop.

He didn't intend to hand over his life to the police. His intuition told him that the man behind didn't seem to care whether he was dead or alive. If there was a good or bad thing, he was the first to finish the game, and then the gangster was shot dead on the spot.

How cost-effective it is to pull a back to death.

Therefore, he had to do something to save himself quickly.

The gangster shouldn't have thought that he would take hostages casually, but he could still calmly think about how to fight back, and his defensiveness would definitely not be on his side.

Now he just needs to find the right time to snatch the gun from the gangster.

This is not the first time he has done it. God knows what thrilling things he has experienced in the past few years, and he can still live so skinny in the constant death.

"Aren't you worried?"

A deep voice in the crowd asked.

"What is there to worry about? It's boring. Didn't you look at his expression, did he look like a hostage? When he was young, his body was indeed delicate, but that was before, as early as a few years ago, he was already a very strong person. A level of strength."

The voice that answered the voice was a very sweet-looking young man, who could tell he was a foreigner at a glance. He had soft curly hair and canine teeth were faintly visible.

The other party also held a lollipop in his hand, looked at Qiao Peicheng who was being held hostage, and curled his lips.

Seeing such a good show as soon as I came here has never made people worry.

"He is very good in your heart?" The voice snorted coldly.

"Better than you, that's the truth, don't be unconvinced. I haven't seen many people who are almost omnipotent, he is one of them, and you can only type on the keyboard." The sweet boy didn't hide his disgust.

At any rate, the other party is a sick and weak person whom he has regarded as a treasure since he was a child, and who has guarded him for so many years, how could he not be outstanding?

If he didn't know that the other party would be straight and firm, how could he let go so easily and swallow him in his stomach long ago.

His possessiveness is no joke.

The man snorted again. "At least I can make you enjoy it."

The candy in his mouth was all crushed, and Qiao Peicheng rolled the bare plastic stick between his upper and lower teeth.

He was a little annoyed that he hadn't waited for the right time.

"I want to see Song Ange."

He heard the gangsters behind him making demands on the chattering negotiators.

"He is a student of this school."

The gangster added this sentence.

As soon as these words came out, Qiao Peicheng had already guessed who this person was - Zhao Jianshui without looking at his face.

One of the five fugitives, I thought he was a small role in Song Ange's life trajectory that he didn't need to care about, but who knew he would play such a trick.

Making a request means that there is a high chance of persuading them to surrender. The police were very efficient and immediately found Song Ange among the bustling students. There was also a reason why Song Ange took the initiative to step forward.

The police whispered a lot of things in Song Ange's ear, which should be things to pay attention to, try not to irritate the gangsters, but he didn't listen to a word.

His mind has been buzzing ever since he saw Dumb Joe being held in the head with a deadly tool.

Witnessed by everyone, the young man walked slowly towards the criminal.

He squeezed the palm of his hand and tried to tell himself to calm down, he must save idiot Joe's life.

The current Song Ange can't kill anyone, especially Qiao Peisheng who is Song Ange.

"Zhao Jianshui, what do you want to do?"

Why did he hold fool Joe hostage?As far as he knew, they had only met twice at most, and talking about the festival was nothing more than fool Joe punching him in order to save him.

Is this hijacking a coincidence?Or premeditated?

If it's the latter, because of the punch more than a month ago, he is still ignoring it, as for it?

Zhao Jianshui's eyes have been fixed on the young man since he appeared, wishing to put all his eyes on the young man.

"I know I can't run away, I just want to see you before I go to jail. An Ge, I haven't seen you for so long, you seem to have grown a little taller."

He had never seen Song Ange like this before. He was dressed in an exquisite private school uniform from head to toe, carrying his schoolbag in a neat manner, with no hostility left. He looked like a good baby with excellent tutoring.

The Song Ange he was familiar with was not like this. The Song Ange he was familiar with had rebellious features and eyes.

"An Ge, come here, come closer, don't be afraid, I won't hurt you."

He wanted to watch him carefully.

In order not to scare Song Ange, he deliberately softened his voice and tried his best to smile.

Qiao Peicheng, who was hovering on the edge of life and death, lowered his eyebrows and eyes at the young man who was so scared that his face turned pale, but he wanted to pretend to be calm. He was signaling this dead boy to stay away.

Why are you meddling in?

He couldn't guarantee that when he took the tool later, it wouldn't go off on him.

Little friend Song understood Qiao's idiot's eyes, pursed his lips, clenched his teeth and continued to move forward.

Seeing this, Zhao Jianshui smiled a little deeper, and said softly to the young man walking towards him, "An Ge, I really like you, I have liked you for many years."

He fantasized many times that he could say this well, but there was always no right time, and now it was also not a good time, but it was his only chance.

He really likes this young man named Song Ange, his bravado, his bluff, his beating smile every time he fights, and every time he spends with him, even if there are some unpleasant things in it. matter.

"I was wrong before, I was impulsive. I went back and thought about it for a long time, so I came to you to apologize. An Ge, can you forgive me?"

He was not willing to have a relationship with Song Ange because of the previous incident. He didn't believe that Song Ange really didn't have any feelings for him.

He didn't want to hurt anyone when he came here, he just wanted to have a good talk with him before going to jail. He didn't expect these dead jcs to follow him, so he had to ask a passer-by to protect him.

If possible, he would rather take Song Ange with him now...

I like your size, forgive you ghost!

There is simply too much to say.

Qiao Peisheng was only one eye away from rolling his eyes to the sky.

Fortunately, he was still thinking that Zhao Jianshui hadn't tricked him in his previous life, so it was not in vain for them to be good brothers.

"Zhao Jianshui, I forgive you, can you put down the gun first?" Song Ange was so nervous that his throat was tight and painful, and he tried to make his voice sound normal.

It was obviously cold, but he was sweating all over his body now.

If the gun was on the back of his head, he might just close his eyes and accept the reality.

But now idiot Joe is the one who bears all this, and he has nothing to fear if he can't do it.

Zhao Jianshui noticed that Song Ange's nervousness was too abnormal. He didn't seem to be afraid of what he would do to him, but what he would do to the passer-by who caught him casually.

Because he understood, he could see the difference.

Song Ange would be so nervous about a stranger?

He does not believe.

"You, turn around." The hostage kept his back to him, and he had never seen his face so far.

He wanted to know who Song Ange was nervous about.

In fact, he already had the answer in his heart, and his fingers were ready to move on the trigger.

Sometimes, the choice is between a thought.

It's nice to die together, only because of twisted jealousy.

"boom--"

In the eyes of others, they could only see that the hostage, who was the weaker side, suddenly used what could be called a clean hand to snatch the gangster's gun in the process of turning around, and then the gun went off.

The male body fell straight on the ground, and it seemed to be cold.

In just a few seconds, such a dramatic scene can still happen.

Song Ange, who witnessed all this at close range, suddenly had his brain exploded, and his vision was in a trance for a moment. He felt his blood became cold, his breathing became short of breath, his fingers trembled uncontrollably, his lips trembled several times, and he couldn't say anything.

Someone who successfully rescued himself threw away the thing in his hand and exhaled foul air. If there were no crowds watching, he would have thought of kicking the cold corpse a few times.

The person is not his headshot, he just accidentally caused a fire in the process of fighting, and hit the sky.

Zhao Jianshui should have died at the hands of a sniper arranged by the police.

He saw the eye sockets of the boy standing opposite him turn red rapidly, the speed of his lips shaking caused his face to twitch slightly, and his throat faintly rolled out of sobs.

"Why cry, hold back!"

He stood upright like a living person, and the boy's expression was as if he had already belched.

Little Song was so scared that he hiccupped non-stop, filled with tears as if he didn't want money, and rushed out crazily.

"Qiao Peisheng, you bastard!"

With an ugly cry, the boy strode forward and hugged the bastard who almost scared him to death.

He almost lost him, and Joe fool still has time to teach him.

What an asshole!

By the time Qiao Peisheng finished taking notes, it was already completely dark outside.

The little friend Song who was by his side didn't speak the whole time, and the premise was to ignore his constantly suppressed sobs.

"Don't cry, you're ugly."

He glared at Song Ange whose shoulders were always shaking because of crying.

How long is he going to cry?

The young man bit his lip, and looked up at the man in front of him who was pretending to be fierce.

Because his eyes gradually became foggy, he couldn't see things clearly, so he raised one of his hands eagerly towards the person in his hazy vision.

He wants a lot of security that only Joe Dumber can give him.

Qiao Peicheng held him angrily, and pulled him to his side.

"If you hold it, don't cry."

Feeling the real temperature from the other party, Song Ange tried his best to restrain his sobs left behind.

He saw Fool Joe looking around from time to time, as if he was looking for something, and asked him in a strong nasal voice——

"Brother Cheng, what are you looking at?"

"Nothing to see."

Qiao Peisheng wasn't telling the truth.

He always felt that someone was staring at him and following him, and he had this feeling suddenly a few minutes after he was held hostage by Zhao Jianshui.At that time, because of the special circumstances, it was not surprising that someone was staring at him, but there were not many people, and the feeling still did not disappear.

After being quiet for less than a minute, Song Ange couldn't help but keep replaying the previous scene in his mind.

When I think about it, I get scared, when I get scared, I want to cry, and when I cry, I can't hold back my emotions.Fingers intertwined with idiot Joe tightly, and tears flowed out uncontrollably.

Song Ange is a crying child, but he seldom cries in front of others.

Joe Stupid is none other than the person he cares about the most.

Because she cared, she could cry wantonly in front of him.

"Song Ange, shut up!."

The sobbing became louder and louder, which annoyed Qiao Peicheng, and he didn't know what was bothering him.

He knew that the little guy was worried about him, scared, and helpless, but he just didn't want him to cry.

"You f|mother are you still murdering me?"

Song Ange used a thick and hoarse crying voice to accuse the idiot Qiao who not only failed to comfort him well, but also always attacked him.

"Do you know how afraid I am of losing you, that you f*ck are still murdering me?"

"My hands are still shaking, my heart almost stopped in fright, you f*ck are you still attacking me?"

"I care about you so much, I'm so scared to death, you fucking|mother still murder me?"

The same sentence must be repeated at the end every time, which shows the degree of grievance.

"Qiao Peicheng, you're such an asshole! Why am I blind|blind to like a bastard like you? I'm just a badass!"

Fuck, if I knew he was such an asshole, what would he do to like him?My fart love, get out of here!

Qiao Peicheng's head was dizzy from the sound of his explosion. "No swearing."

One bite at a time, you|damn, it's fine to say it once, and dare to repeat it three times.

"I'm going to say it!" Song Ange was so angry that he raised his voice and made a noise. "I don't like you in the future, as far as I can go, if I like you, I'm a fool, a big fool."

"That's good." It's best not to like him in this life.

Song Ange, who was just talking angrily, was instantly dumbfounded.

"Great ass, don't even think about it! I, Song Ange, will pester you all my life. If you dare not want me, I will bite you to death."

Being unreasonable and making trouble so outrageous, Qiao Peisheng became more and more indifferent to this child who deserved to be beaten.

"You know... don't you know..." After the rage was over, Little Song's grievances doubled, and his words were slurred due to hiccups. "Brother Cheng, I'm really, really bad, bad..."

The unfinished words disappeared between the lips and teeth.

Song Ange, who was kissed, blinked dumbly, and couldn't stop twitching, while actively hooking Qiao fool's neck, responding as positively as possible, and asking for it.

This kind of real touch can constantly bring him a sense of security, the more violent the better.

Qiao Peisheng did this to make him stop thinking about something. He was trying to calm his emotions.

This trick worked very well, at least in Song Ange's place.

The two hugged each other and chased after each other. Under the equal pursuit, little friend Song had long forgotten the fear of bullshit. At this moment, he just wanted to kiss his idiot Joe until the end of time.

To make sure that little friend Song wouldn't twitch like a little girl again, Qiao Peicheng stopped this kiss, and pushed away the little kid who was obviously suffocating and refused to let go.

"I want to keep kissing."

Little Song was not satisfied. He sniffed and stared at the person in front of him with red eyes, like a harmless little rabbit.

Qiao Peicheng took a peck responsibly, then raised his hand roughly || to wipe away the tears that had covered the little guy's face.

Crying, crying, crying until his eyes are swollen, where did a big boy get so many tears?

When he stopped, Little Song started to raise his head, continued to kiss the corner of his mouth where his lips were pursed into a straight line, and then softly called Brother Sheng in his ear.

Qiao Peicheng is not a hard-hearted person, and he is not angry because Song Ange loves to cry.

Sighing softly, he lowered his head and kissed the wet corners of the boy's eyes, and he hugged him tightly.

"Little Song, you are so ugly when you cry, don't cry in the future."

Someone in the corner witnessed the whole process and violently hammered the wall.

The promised straightness, how could it be so easy to bend!