When he walked to the second floor, Xia Xiqing saw a bathroom around the corner. He didn't know if it was close to Xia, but he felt a little stuffy and prepared to go in and wash his face.

But as soon as he closed the door, he felt something was wrong.

The nausea has subsided most of the time, but he is now suffering from fever.

He leaned against the bathroom door, took a deep breath and adjusted it, then walked to the sink, and poured it on his face with cold water. His neck was red in the mirror, and his body was burning with fire, his mouth was dry, and his temples were thrusting. He looked down at his hands, his fingertips trembled.

Been drugged.

Although he was unwilling to believe it, he would definitely have fallen by analyzing these abnormalities calmly.

When he was abroad, those rich second-generations often kept these despicable things in nightclubs, some were pills and some were liquids. The ones with light medicine were just a function of breaking up the pieces, and the ones with heavy medicine were not necessarily the case. Even if Xia Xiqing was a bastard, he never disdained to use these things. There were a lot of people rushing to stick them over with this face, and he didn't need these at all.

But he didn't expect that this kind of thing would be brought down to him one day.

Oh shit.

His legs began to become weak, Xia Xiqing held the sink, his chest was burning, and sweat began to ooze from his forehead. He thought of the cigar before.

It must have been put in a cigar.

He tried his best to stand, but his legs became weaker and weaker, as if they were useless. He immediately thought of Zhou Ziheng, touching his hand in his suit pocket. He finally found out his cell phone, but there was no signal.

Fuck. Xia Xiqing's back was soaked. The real effect of the medicine came. His throat began to become hoarse, and the strange fire was about to melt him.

All of them are wrong.

Ruan Xiao, look for Ruan Xiao.

Xia Xiqing grabbed the sink hard and barely got up. He dragged the door with heavy steps. After walking two steps, he felt a dull pain in the back of his neck. He felt that he was forcibly stolen by two people, but he couldn't see anything in front of him.

The last second before losing consciousness.

What he was thinking about was Zhou Ziheng's name.

Crazy.

When Zhao Ke and Ruan Xiao went downstairs, they saw Xia Xiqing entering the bathroom and could not follow them. The two could only chat outside while waiting. Unexpectedly, they saw two men in black suits carrying Xia Xiqing straight towards the elevator.

"Damn it, does the Zhong family care?" Zhao Ke rushed up quickly and closed it before he could touch the elevator door. He cursed in a low voice while calling Zhou Ziheng while going down the stairs. Ruan Xiao took off his high heels and held them in his hands, and ran down the barefoot with Zhao Ke.

"The Zhong family doesn't care about Wei Min. They have recently cooperated with real estate projects."

"Caocao, answer the phone, brother." Zhao Ke was so anxious that he was sweating. He called three times before Zhou Ziheng answered the phone.

"My brother Heng, you finally answered the phone. Where are you now!"

"Driving, I'll arrive at the Zhong family soon." Zhou Ziheng's tone was very bad. Zhao Ke didn't hear it at all, and he didn't think about why he came over. He hurriedly told him the scene he had just seen, "Xia Xiqing was picked up by two men and got rid of it. Everyone fainted. I just saw him walking to the bathroom with my own eyes, but I don't know what happened..." As he said that, Zhao Ke would come over. After all, he was also a person in the circle and had been exposed to such playful people. "Hey, could it be that he was drugged..."

A string in Zhou Ziheng's mind was torn apart in an instant.

The accelerator hit the bottom.

"Stop him."

Zhou Ziheng almost gritted his teeth and said this last sentence. Zhao Ke had never seen this kid who had been full of positive energy since childhood and had such a behavior. No matter what, Zhou Ziheng was so anxious, he couldn't leave it alone.

"Zhao Ke, I asked my driver to watch from below just now." Ruan Xiao frowned, "They have already gotten in the car." She lowered her head and forwarded the photo the driver passed to her to Zhou Ziheng.

"I asked him to follow the car. Did you drive here?"

Zhao Ke suddenly understood what Ruan Xiao meant. He grabbed Ruan Xiao's wrist and went downstairs to pick up the car. "Let's go chase that car, let the driver navigate with you." He felt scared when he remembered Zhou Ziheng's tone just now, "I'm afraid that Zhou Ziheng will do something fatal if he loses control."

Ruan Xiao didn't think Zhou Ziheng was that kind of person, "How could it be, Ziheng..."

Zhao Ke started the car, "You don't understand him." Seeing that Ruan Xiao was not wearing a seat belt, he leaned over and quickly tied her up without saying a word, and took off his suit jacket and handed it to her, "Do you know what it would be like for those standing on the moral high ground to rebound?"

"I'm afraid that he came with a sniper rifle now."

After following the positioning for five minutes, Zhao Ke finally found Wei Min's car. He shared the positioning for Zhou Ziheng all the way. It was already eleven o'clock in the evening, and Wei Min was a sexy red supercar on the way.

"What should we do now?"

Ruan Xiao calmly analyzed, "Either go up and intercept people now, or follow him to the end." He glanced at Zhao Ke, "Is it inconvenient for you? What if you make a mess, Director Zhao..."

"I'm so annoying. The most fucking thing about these rich second generations." Zhao Ke cursed in a low voice, and then thought of Ruan Xiao beside him, "Sorry, I was talking nonsense when I was anxious and started the map gun."

"It's okay, I'm annoyed, too."

As he was talking, a black car drove over the opposite direction on the road, which looked very familiar. Before Zhao Ke could figure out what was going on, the car suddenly drifted and hit the red supercar that was driving fast, and was so scared that the supercar in front of him that braked violently.

"Damn." Zhao Ke also stepped on the brakes and said blankly, "Zhou Ziheng is here."

Sure enough, he was right. Zhao Ke watched someone get out of the black car, wearing a black dovetail suit, and seemed to be carrying a stick in his hand. He took it on the car door. I don’t know how much force he used, and even the body of the car suddenly shook.

Just that figure, who else would be Zhou Ziheng if he wasn't there?

He felt that he had hallucinations and felt a burst of fire on Zhou Ziheng's body.

Zhou Ziheng stepped on the front cover of the red supercar with his feet and stared at the person inside with a fierce look.

"Open the door."

Wei Min in the driver's seat was scolding the idiot of the black car owner. He never expected that it was Zhou Ziheng who got off. His posture scared him even more.

He can't afford to offend Zhou Ziheng's background, but what's the fuck with him? Isn't it just a TV show together, and he's taking it seriously?

"What are you doing?" Wei Minqiang pretended to be calm, "I want to go to social news to find someone else. What's the point of being a fool to me!"

Zhou Ziheng looked expressionless and raised his right hand and pointed at the windshield in front of Wei Min with a baseball bat.

"Open the door."

"You don't fucking understand..."

Before he finished speaking, with a loud bang, the windshield was smashed by Zhou Ziheng with a baseball bat. The glass slag splashed out and was embedded in Zhou Ziheng's arm. He still had no expression. He walked to the car door coldly, swung his arm, smashed the driver's window, reached in and grabbed Wei Min's collar, pulled his head out of the window. Wei Min's neck was only a few centimeters away from the glass fragments. Zhou Ziheng shook the pieces with one hand and could penetrate directly into his neck.

Crazy. This person is absolutely crazy.

Zhao Ke was also shocked when he saw this scene. This was not the Zhou Ziheng he knew at all. He panickedly untied his seat belt and got out of the car. Before closing the door, he told Ruan Xiao, "Don't get out and wait for me in the car." After that, he ran to the other side.

Wei Min is a soft boy himself and dare not get involved with a lunatic. Life is the most important thing.

He pressed the button and all the doors opened.

"I'm going, I'm going, you can let me go."

Zhou Ziheng let go and walked to the back seat. The fire in his chest burned so hard that his heart was beating like crazy. Seeing Xia Xiqing fainted in the back seat, his shirt was torn apart, he felt that the last bit of reason had burned out.

"Ziheng," Zhao Ke ran over and saw Xia Xiqing lying in the back seat. "You should take him away quickly. If you are entangled on the road, you will be photographed. I will help you examine this dog."

He lowered his voice, "Don't make any mistakes in recent sensitive times."

Zhou Ziheng looked at him, and that stared Zhao Ke all over. He was a little doubtful if it was a wise decision to let Zhou Ziheng take Xia Xiqing away now, but looking at Zhou Ziheng's appearance, it was completely the attitude of whoever took him away.

Taking off his coat, Zhou Ziheng bent down and carried Xia Xiqing out of the car, covering his coat on his body to block his exposed chest.

"Ask what medicine is."

After sacrificing these cold words, Zhou Ziheng hugged the unconscious Xia Xiqing and got on the black Lexus.

The moment when Xia Xiqing was carried out, the street light hit his face. Zhou Ziheng saw the abnormal flushing extending from his neck, not only his neck, but also his chest, but Xia Xiqing could hardly smell the alcohol.

His hot temperature came through his thin white shirt and was stamped on Zhou Ziheng.

Seeing Xia Xiqing like this, Zhou Ziheng really wanted to kill Wei Min now, regardless of his life and morality.

He just wanted to kill him.

Kill everyone who has inappropriate thoughts about him.

Pulling open the door of the co-pilot, Zhou Ziheng gently put Xia Xiqing in his seat, and lowered the seat so that he could lie down. Xia Xiqing, who was unconscious, kept sweating, and his chest was undulating, like a fish that was about to suffocate after getting ashore. Zhou Ziheng closed the door and sat in the driver's seat by himself. He found that his hands were shaking, not entirely because of anger, fear, and regret.

If he did not arrive in time, if Zhao Ke was not at the banquet today.

He didn't even dare to think about what happened next.

He had never driven such a fast car in his life. He was like a firecracker, and the lead was burned to the last part, almost blowing to pieces.

The cell phone suddenly rang, Zhou Ziheng answered the phone and heard Zhao Ke's voice.

"Ziheng, I just asked. The medicine is from abroad. I checked it and it is all contraband in the United States. The medicine is very powerful, not as simple as coma, and it will..." He suddenly stopped talking, and Zhou Ziheng also fully understood what he meant.

"Is it harmful to the body?" Zhou Ziheng didn't notice that his voice was trembling.

"There are sequelae, which may lead to coma in the future. Moreover, "Zhao Ke was also very angry, "and this scum is placed in a cigar, and inhaling is faster than taking the medicine directly. This scum was originally used to deal with others, but when she saw Xia Xiqing, she had a bad idea..."

Zhou Ziheng couldn't listen anymore and wanted to hang up the phone, but Zhao Ke spoke again, "Ziheng, this medicine has no solution, and it is specially used on straight men who don't have that kind of sexual experience. You... you might as well find someone to help him..."

Originally, these words were hard to speak out. Zhao Ke avoided Ruan Xiao and lowered his throat, his eyes were beating. Who knew that Zhou Ziheng hung up the phone before he finished speaking.

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When he drove the car into the garage, Xia Xiqing finally woke up from the dull pain. His eyes were blurry and everything in his vision was heavy. He turned his face powerlessly and saw Zhou Ziheng's side face.

"Zhou Ziheng..."

The sound of the opening was incorrect, hoarse and sticky, completely out of his control.

Zhou Ziheng stopped the car, held Xia Xiqing's hand, and then anxiously touched his forehead.

It's really him, it's really Zhou Ziheng.

Xia Xiqing breathed a sigh of relief, but soon, the only remaining little rationality made him want to escape. Now, this look of no dignity is good for anyone to see, but he just doesn't want Zhou Ziheng to see it.
To be continued...