Chapter 7 Little Prisoner (7)
Chapter 7 Little Prisoner (7)
So the three of them came to the spacious and bright laundry room together.
The guard instructed them, "Your task is simple. Transport the laundry to the designated location over there, wash it in the washing machine over here, and then hang it up to dry."
After saying that, the guard pointed to the cart full of clothes and several large washing machines neatly arranged on the side.
Song Jin nodded obediently, pursing his pink and tender lips, and whispered, "Okay, I understand."
However, at this moment, a slight sound of footsteps suddenly came from not far away.
The three of them turned their heads and saw a man walking slowly towards them with steady and powerful steps.
He was followed closely by several serious-looking, fully armed guards who looked menacing.
The man was tall and straight, with an extraordinarily handsome face, as if it had been carefully sculpted by a master sculptor.
He was wearing a well-tailored black suit, which made him look tall and elegant. He exuded a cold and noble temperament, as if he was born to be a king, making people dare not approach him easily.
Just like that, he walked straight into the laundry room without any hesitation. His powerful aura instantly spread out, bringing an invisible sense of oppression to everyone present.
Song Jin looked at the sudden uninvited guest with a puzzled look on his face, thinking to himself: How could such an outstanding person appear in a place like this?
Just as the young man was looking at the other person with suspicion, the guard who had been leading them here suddenly became respectful.
All I heard was him bowing slightly and calling out humbly, "Mr. Fu!"
The man called Mr. Fu just nodded slightly in response.
Then, his deep and sharp eyes fell on Song Jin, and his low voice rang out: "What is he doing here?"
The guard heard this, paused, and said respectfully: "Wash your clothes."
"What about him?"
The person the man was referring to was naturally Zhou Yi.
The guard replied, "Both of them together."
The man twitched his lips when he heard this and looked at the guard with a cold gaze: "Does it take two people to do this job?"
The guard didn't dare to say anything. Who knew why Mr. Fu suddenly came here?
After a long while, the guard asked tentatively, "What does Mr. Fu mean?"
"Let him do it himself."
As the man spoke, he pointed at Song Jin who was standing there blankly.
When a certain little kid heard the man say that, he immediately became unhappy. Who was he? He came here specifically to target him.
So, the young man walked out angrily, raised his head and questioned the other party: "Why?!"
The boy's delicate little face was wrinkled at the moment, his cheeks were puffed up, and he stared at the other person with his round eyes, angrily.
For a moment, the air seemed to be still, and no one could have guessed that the boy would do such a thing.
——Oh my god! I hope Fu Ling won't kill my baby!!!
——Tonic medicine!!
——Oh my god, my baby is in danger!!
——You just went out to question me like that? My baby!!
...
Fu Ling looked at the young man in front of him who was as angry as a pufferfish, and suddenly felt that there seemed to be something different about the other party, but it did not prevent him from targeting him.
"It's up to me."
The man said calmly.
Song Jin was so angry when he heard this that he choked and said angrily, "You, you are unreasonable!"
"I'm unreasonable?"
The man was about to laugh out loud. He curled his lips and said in a cold tone, "You, a peeping Tom, are you qualified to say that I'm unreasonable?"
As soon as these words were spoken, the scene became silent again.
The guard who brought them here was so shocked that his eyes almost popped out. Peeping??? That pretty girl???
Zhou Yi was obviously stunned for a moment. This little NPC's hobby was so...
When the boy heard the man actually tell the reason for his imprisonment in public, his fair face turned red with shame.
He was so angry that the tips of his ears turned red. He stared with his big watery eyes and stuttered, "I, I didn't! You're talking nonsense!"
The man sneered, then took out his cell phone, took out a photo and put it in front of the boy.
In the photo, a petite boy is lying on a narrow window, sticking his butt out, looking inside carefully.
In order to conceal her identity, she wore women's clothing and a short JK skirt. When she stuck her butt out, the color of her underwear was exposed.
Although he couldn't see his face clearly, Song Jin knew that the boy in the photo was him.
Song Jin's face suddenly turned red. He pursed his pink lips and stumbled over his words.
The boy couldn't help but scream in his mind: [What's going on, system?!?]
The system was silent for a moment before whispering, "He's the man who sent you to jail."
Song Jin: ???
The boy was so angry at the system that he almost died. He pursed his pink lips and said angrily: [Why didn't you say so earlier!]
The system explained: [It was too sudden, I didn't have time to explain.]
The man looked at the young man in front of him, whose face was turning red, and said calmly: "You should know the person in the photo, right?"
The boy closed his mouth tightly and pretended to be dumb with his ears red.
Seeing this, the man sneered and said coldly: "Don't tell me you can't even recognize yourself."
When Song Jin heard the man say this, he felt extremely embarrassed. He pursed his lips tightly, and his eyes were red, not sure whether from shame or anger.
"You won't admit it until I throw the evidence in your face."
"I really don't know whether to say you're too thick-skinned or that you're too mentally strong."
The man's eyes fell on the young man and he spoke slowly.
Hearing this, the boy suddenly felt aggrieved. It wasn't him who did it, so why was he being scolded?
As he thought about it, a layer of mist quickly filled the boy's watery eyes, and his curly eyelashes trembled slightly, but he still tried hard to hold back his tears.
But the man was still talking to him, and finally, there was a sound of "plop", and the boy's bean-sized tears fell directly to the ground, making a slight sound.
The man was stunned for a moment, looking at the boy in front of him who was hanging his head and pretending to be a little ostrich.
Crying?
The man looked at him in disbelief. How could he suddenly become so shameless? He had said something even more unpleasant before, but he didn't cry.
The boy sniffed and gasped for breath. He pursed his lips tightly, trying hard not to cry out loud.
At this moment, Zhou Yi came forward and said in a cold voice: "Mr. Fu."
"If Jinjin did something wrong, there are laws to punish him. You can't humiliate him here."