An Xing was almost stunned when she saw the boy rushing out of the alley.
How did Ning Rong get beaten? His face is swollen!
The place where they had dinner was in the old city. Most of the residential areas here were built more than 20 years ago, and they have only started to be demolished and renovated in recent years. Therefore, there are no surveillance cameras in some winding alleys, and it is pitch black at night.
An Xing was afraid of the dark and danger, and he was not very curious, so he never went to places without surveillance. If he hadn't felt something in his heart just now and looked in this direction, he wouldn't have seen Ning Rong's current miserable state.
"Damn it, that guy ran away!"
"Catch up with him! How dare you fight back?!"
"He just broke Hai Ge's head. Don't let him get away! Give him some color!"
An Xing stood at the entrance of the alley and heard the angry curses of those people, not to mention Ning Rong. The boy paused and ran out of the alley at a faster speed, but it seemed that he had just fallen and was limping.
The shouting and cursing were getting closer and closer, mixed with an increasingly urgent and intense heartbeat. An Xing suddenly rushed in, grabbed the startled boy, grabbed his hand, and rushed outside.
It was difficult to park in the old city, so Lao Li stayed in a nearby parking lot. After receiving An Xing's message, he drove to the place where they were having dinner. When he arrived nearby, he received another call from An Xing.
"Xingxing, I'll be there soon..."
"Uncle Li!" The young man's panicked voice mixed with gasps rang out, "Help! Someone wants to hit me!"
Uncle Li: ? ? !
An Xing first pulled Ning Rong to run outside, but later it became Ning Rong who pulled An Xing to run. Perhaps because Ning Rong's resistance angered the other party, those people caught up with them very quickly.
The last time An Xing ran at full speed was when he ran 5 kilometers at the end of his freshman year physical education class. He was usually quiet and didn't like to move, but he started to pant after running for only a few minutes. Unfortunately, he had already entered the sight of the gangsters at that time, and he couldn't get away easily.
Being dragged by Ning Rong into alley after alley, An Xing was about to cry because of his own stupidity. He felt that if he hadn't rushed over in a fit of rage, Ning Rong would have gotten rid of those hooligans by herself.
At this moment, An Xing received a call from Uncle Li and hurried to ask for help. Before he could say a word, Ning Rong turned around and took the phone from him.
"Which way did you come?"
An Xing was completely unprepared for Ning Rong. After his phone was taken away, he just watched Ning Rong and Uncle Li talking to each other. Then, he was dragged around several corners and rushed out of the alley. He saw his family's car braked suddenly and stopped at the entrance of the alley. At this time, the gangsters were already following closely behind them.
Ning Rong pulled An Xing and rushed to the front of the car quickly. After opening the door, he pushed An Xing in first, squeezed into the back seat and closed the door in one go. Lao Li stepped on the accelerator again and finally got away from those gangsters.
"Xingxing, are you okay?"
An Xing lay on the seat, gasping for breath, and squirmed forward a few times. Ning Rong rushed in and pressed him so hard that he almost got a stitch in the side.
"No, it's okay... Phew... Fortunately, Uncle Li, you came here quickly. It was really dangerous."
Uncle Li glanced in the rearview mirror and pulled his young master into danger. The boy just gasped slightly and soon calmed down. There were purple bruises on his face and mouth. He seemed to notice his gaze and looked over at him suddenly.
Uncle Li's heart skipped a beat, and he felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity with this gaze. Before he could figure out where this familiarity came from, he saw the boy lower his head and look at his young master.
"Are you okay? Thank you for just now."
An Xing was stunned and looked back with some disbelief, but what he saw was Ning Rong's calm but apologetic look.
"I'm sorry to have caused you trouble, but thank you for saving me."
An Xing: ...
Oh my God, Ning Rong didn’t speak to him in a sarcastic tone and even said thank you to him!
An Xing sat up straight, feeling a little flattered.
After the real and fake young master incident in his previous life, he and Ning Rong had not met many times. Every time, either An's father and mother were there, or An Hao's family was there, and they had almost no private communication. He felt very guilty and tried to talk to Ning Rong, but his WeChat friend request was ignored, and he was treated with sarcasm when he tried to chat, so he gave up.
The last time he wanted to talk to Ning Rong in detail, he had a car accident.
"It's nothing..." An Xing slowly sat up straight and moved uncomfortably. "I was just impulsive for a moment. If it weren't for me, you would have run away by yourself. You still need to be dragged by me..."
The boy was wearing a white short-sleeved shirt with an oil painting whose content was incomprehensible, and a pair of loose mid-length pants, revealing his straight white legs, and a pair of sneakers on his feet. Ning Rong recognized the brand and knew that it was a limited edition. Not only was it not sold in China, but even fakes could not be found.
As for the car they got in, even though Ning Rong was not familiar with the brand of luxury cars, he knew that the man who had a driver to pick him up at night must be a young master from a wealthy family.
Then think about how the young master rushed over to grab him just now, and he was obviously shaking with fear, but he still tried hard to pull him away... Ning Rong shook his head and whispered:
"If it weren't for this car that came to pick you up, I wouldn't have been able to escape unscathed, so thank you anyway."
No one likes a fool who rushes around, causes trouble for himself, and thinks he is doing good deeds. But Ning Rong felt that if the young master had not rushed over to pull him, but was so scared that his ears were shaking, he might not have thought of running away.
He would turn around and face the thugs, and fight with them to vent his anger, even if he got beaten up.
Ning Rong lowered his eyes and slowly clenched his hands at his sides.
At a certain moment, An Xing suddenly felt that Ning Rong in front of him had become exactly the same as when they met in the previous life, cold-hearted and emotionless, as if he had closed his heart and no one could enter his eyes anymore.
This was completely different from the boy who had just apologized to him calmly and apologetically.
After hesitating for a moment, An Xing took out a napkin from a small drawer and handed it over.
"Who are those people? Do we need to call the police?"
Ning Rong came back to his senses and wanted to find an excuse to fool the boy, but when he saw the sincere and worried look in the boy's eyes, the words rolled around on his lips and he finally told the truth.
"They are some idle hooligans. My parents passed away, and I have some disputes with other family members about the division of the inheritance."
An Xing was stunned for a while before he reacted, his face full of disbelief.
"Your other family members are fighting with you for the family property and have hired thugs to threaten you?!"
Ning Rong didn't say anything.
An Xing never thought that Ning Rong had encountered such a thing.
The day when the true and false young master was exposed was a day of chaos and chaos, and An Xing did not deliberately inquire about Ning Rong's affairs afterwards. He did know that after the death of the Ning couple, Ning Rong's inheritance rights were questioned by other members of the Ning family, and he also knew that Ning Rong was unable to win over those Ning family members.
But he never expected that the Ning family would use this method to threaten Ning Rong in order to fight for the inheritance!
"How can they be so mean!" An Xing puffed up his face instantly.
Even if Ning Rong is not a child of the Ning family, she was raised by them since childhood. The Ning couple just passed away. How could those members of the Ning family treat Ning Rong like this!
Ning Rong didn't know why he wanted to talk to this strange young master, but seeing the angry look of the boy, he felt calmer for some reason and even began to comfort the boy.
"It's okay. They don't dare to do anything."
An Xing was furious: "They all beat you! Uncle Li, let's go to the police station! Even if there is no surveillance, I can still testify!"
Uncle Li glanced at his young master in the rearview mirror, but before he could say anything, Ning Rong refused.
"Need not."
An Xing was stunned and suddenly felt a little embarrassed.
He was too self-righteous. He thought he knew Ning Rong and could help him, but Ning Rong didn't know him at all...
"That would take a long time, and it's late today."
The boy said.
"Don't worry, I can handle it. Go home quickly, your family will be worried."
In the dimly lit back seat, the boy who had just lost his adoptive parents looked at An Xing and spoke softly.
When An Xing returned home, An Zhaoming and Shen Ying were in the living room. The tall man smiled and said something, which made the beautiful woman smile. She turned her head and pushed her husband, only then she realized that her son had returned.
"Xingxing is back? Did you have fun with your friends?"
An Xing looked at the big villa and his gentle parents, then thought about sending Ning Rong back to the old and shabby neighborhood where he now lived, as well as the wounds on the boy's face and his lone wolf-like eyes, and suddenly his nose felt sore.
He walked over slowly, squeezed in between the two of them, put his arm around one of them, and forced them to stick close.
“I’m happy.”
The young man said gloomily.
An father and an mother:...
"What's wrong?" An Zhaoming was happy, "Someone bullied you?"
If I say that fate has let me down, can you understand, Dad?
An Xing shook her head, feeling even more guilty towards Ning Rong.
In his previous life, what would Ning Rong think when he learned of his parents’ death and then found out that they were not his biological parents?
What would he think when faced with the indifference of his former relatives?
An Xing felt that, except for the first one, he understood everything Ning Rong was feeling now.
"What happened to Xingxing? She looks very sad."
The woman touched his forehead gently, and the man looked over with concern. An Xing rubbed his mother's palm and shook his head.
“You guys are so nice.”
I love you guys so much.
So your son shouldn't live in such a miserable way.
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