Villain: Without Morality, You Will Not Be Kidnapped!

"Hey?"

Qi Lin answered the phone lazily.

In fact, according to Qi Lin's script, when Yu Chen was beaten, he could already appear.

But at that time, Qi Lin hesitated.

Yu Chen was beaten, and he happened to be nearby, isn't it a bit too coincidental.

As long as he's not a fool, it won't take long for Wang Siling to think that Qi Lin has nothing to do with this matter.

So in the end, Qi Lin chose to stand still. He wanted to bet on whether Wang Siling would think of finding himself as a savior when Yu Chen was beaten badly.

In this way, his approach seemed much more natural.

Obviously, through the phone call made by Wang Siling, Qi Lin made the right bet.

"Qi Lin, Yu Chen was beaten by some thugs. Come here quickly. If you don't come, those thugs will break Yu Chen's legs."

On the phone, Wang Siling's crisp voice now carried a cry, so pitiful.

But Qi Lin listened, but was unmoved, and said lazily: "Sister Siling, are you looking for the wrong person? I remember you said yesterday that it's nothing to do with me from now on, and keep me away from your family. ."

"Now that something has happened to your sweetheart, go to your brother, go to your parents, what are you doing with this stranger like me?"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry brother Qi Lin, I did something wrong yesterday, I apologize to you..."

"Come on to the dam on this side of Yanjiang Road. If you come later, Yu Chen will really have an accident. As long as brother Qi Lin is willing to help, I will still kiss you every day in the future. I can kiss you if I take the initiative~ I beg you to come quickly! "

Wang Siling's voice was choked up, a girl with such a thin skin, but she could even say such a thing at this time.

It seemed that she had completely fallen into despair now. Apart from Qi Lin, she could never think of anyone who could save Yu Chen.

Feeling that the time was almost up, Qi Lin sighed and said, "Who told you that brother Qi Lin is soft-hearted, remember what you said, or you will be at your own risk when the time comes."

Hanging up the phone, Qi Lin started counting the time on his watch.

About 7 or 8 minutes later, Qi Lin started the car, drove directly onto the road, and then drove towards the river embankment.

Qi Lin's villa was not far from Jiangdi, so seven or eight minutes was a normal time, and Wang Siling would not be suspicious at that time.

"Squeak~"

With a sound of brakes, Qi Lin's car stopped on the river bank.

"Brother Qi Lin!"

Seeing that Qi Lin was really here, Wang Siling, whose face was full of worry, greeted her with joy as if the backbone had appeared.

"Si Ling, did you call this bastard just now?"

Hearing Wang Siling calling her brother Qi Lin, Yu Chen, who was pinned to the ground and unable to move, immediately began to struggle with excitement.

Hearing Yu Chen's voice, Wang Siling's pretty face froze, guilt and grievances flooded in her heart, and she almost wanted to cry again.

Yes.

Qi Lin is here, what is she happy about?

After saving Yu Chen, he would fall into the hands of this great devil again, and he would live a dark day from then on.

"Yo, isn't this Yu Chen? Why did you pull it like this after a day?"

Qi Lin got out of the car and walked over to a few thugs.

Looking at Yu Chen who was trampled on the ground, he grinned and talked about yin and yang.

Seeing that Lin Shao came, the gangsters who had been holding back for a long time finally breathed a sigh of relief and began to play.

"Boy, are you the one this girl brought to help pay?"

The thug with the stick looked Qi Lin up and down and asked.

Qi Lin couldn't help laughing at the little gangster who was full of drama. It's a pity not to take the Beiying exam for this acting skill.

"Yes, it's me."

Qi Lin nodded.

"Yes, it's easy to talk. This kid insulted a few of our brothers and injured us. We need 10,000 yuan in compensation. Can you afford it?"

asked the gangster with the stick.

"What if you don't give it to you?"

Qi Lin asked with a smile.

The stick-swinging gangster sneered: "No? If you don't give labor and capital, I'll take off this kid's leg now."

"don't want!"

At this moment, Wang Siling stood up anxiously.

"Brother Qi Lin, I beg you to help Yu Chen, can I just borrow you?"

Wang Siling begged bitterly.

"This attitude is right. My money didn't come from a flood. If you are willing to pay an IOU, the money can still be borrowed."

Qi Lin said with a smile.

"Si Ling, you are not allowed to beg this bastard. I don't want his stinky money even if my leg is broken today. How could he be so kind enough to lend you money? He has bad intentions for you!"

Hearing the girl he loves begging for another man, Yu Chen was heartbroken and roared.

"Yu Chen, please don't say any more, okay? I am willing to borrow money from brother Qi Lin. You are still so young. If your leg is really broken, what will you do in your next life?"

Wang Siling had already cried to tears at this time.

But Qi Lin has no patience to watch the two of you go to each other, parting from life to death.

"Do you still borrow it? If not, I'll go back and blow the air conditioner?"

Wang Siling didn't want to let Qi Lin go, she quickly grabbed Qi Lin's arm and said with a cry, "borrow, I'll borrow it."

"If you borrow it, write an IOU."

Qi Lin took out the paper and pen that had been prepared.

Yu Chen's tears were burnt by lime, and the others were too far away. I'm afraid only she and Qi Lin knew what Wang Siling wrote on the IOU.

"It's 10,000 yuan, you can count it."

Qi Lin took out a stack of banknotes and threw it to a few thugs.

"It's almost there."

"Hehe boy, today you are lucky to meet a noble person, otherwise the labor and management will have to break your legs."

A few thugs got the money, and only then did Yu Chen let go and leave with a smile.

In fact, in the stack of money Qi Lin gave to several people, except for the two above, which were real, and all the money in the middle were practice notes, which had already been designed.

After all, it's impossible for Qi Lin to give 10,000 yuan to a few punks, right? *