One Child, Two Babies: The President's Nightly Delight

"You're right," he agreed, burying his chin between her necks.

With a burst of itchy heat, Nianmu felt his body temperature was higher.

"But if those people are doing it for money, can the Song family give Song Beiye money now?" she asked.

Now Song Beiye can be said to be a disgrace to the Song family. He has done so many things. If it weren't for Song's mother, no one would take care of these troubles for him.

Mr. Song was even more chilled by Song Beiye.

If Abep asked the Song family for money, would the old man really pay Song Beiye?

"Song Beiye can't have an accident now." Mu Shaoling said, those people kidnapped Song Beiye, even if Mr. Song didn't want to pay him, he wouldn't just watch Song Beiye have an accident.

But at this moment, Song Beiye must suffer.

...

the other side.

Song Beiye was still tied to a chair, his mouth was blocked with a dirty rag, his right leg was fixed by two broken boards, and his other foot was also tied to the chair.

This posture was maintained for a whole night.

It wasn't until someone came out that Song Beiye moved, raised his head, and stared at the man with the western face in front of him.

Seeing Song Beiye move, the man laughed and said, "Hey, Second Young Master Song is still alive after one night. It doesn't mean that rich people's lives are precious. I thought you wouldn't be able to survive this night."

Song Beiye lowered his head again.

The man bent over and pulled out the rag from his mouth, "Come on, I'll give you a chance to talk."

"Water." Although Song Beiye hated in his heart, he couldn't say anything now, he just wanted to quench his thirst.

"Tsk." The man was impatient and didn't want to pay attention to him, but he thought of Abeipu's order that Song Beiye should not lose his life, so he turned around, picked up a bottle of boiled water, and went directly to Song Beiye mouth, "Drink."

Song Beiye looked at the water that had already been drunk, and frowned in protest.

"Still picking? Do you really think this is your Song family? Just this water, I'll count to three, if you don't open your mouth, don't drink it." The man threatened, he looked down on this kind of son the most.

It's just that I was born better, I can't carry and work, I think I'm very delicate and can be above others.

But facing them, isn't it to save your life and lose your pride?

Knowing that he would do what he said, Song Beiye opened his mouth weakly and let the man pour water into his mouth.

I haven't drank a sip of water all day, the water fell down the esophagus into the stomach, and the burning feeling got better.

Seeing Song Beiye dislike the bottle of water from the beginning, to keep opening his mouth wide to drink more water, he smiled contemptuously, "Tsk, Second Young Master Song, do you know what you look like now?"

Song Beiye ignored him, and he didn't lower his head until he finished drinking the water in the bottle.

Seeing him like this, the man sneered and said, "Like a dog begging for water, you offended our boss, so you didn't get away."

As soon as he finished speaking, a man came out from inside again.

"What?" asked the man who came out.

"Ashir, why did you just get up? Just now Er Shao Song was drinking water like a dog, which was very interesting." The man shook the empty bottle in his hand, obviously it was Song Beiye's behavior that made him feel good.

"Korskif, don't kill him, or you won't be able to deal with the boss at that time." Asir secretly reminded that the person in front of him is an important bargaining chip for Abep to ask for money.

"Don't worry, this man's life is very tough, and he won't even grunt if his leg is broken." Koskif sneered.

Asir frowned, "His face is so red, what did you do?"

"I didn't do anything, but I kindly gave him water." Koskif shook his head and looked carefully at Song Beiye's face, which was indeed a little red.

Asir stepped forward and put his hand on his forehead, "It's hot, I have a fever."

"Hey, it's just a broken leg, can you still have a fever?" Koskiv couldn't believe it, and learned to poke his forehead, "Tsk, it's really hypocritical, I think I was shot through the leg with a gun, and it took two days to get it. Even after getting the bullet out, he didn’t even have a fever, this person is too weak.”

"You think everyone is like you." Asir rolled his eyes. He told everyone about this past, and he heard it a lot, but it made people feel a little impatient.

Koskif shrugged his shoulders.

"Hold him in. He needs to reduce his fever and take antibiotics." Asir said, he untied Song Beiye's rope and put Song Beiye's left shoulder up.

"It's so troublesome." Koskif complained, but he still came to pick up his right shoulder.

Both of them are Russians, and they are taller than Song Beiye, so they easily lifted Song Beiye up and carried them directly into a room.

Song Beiye looked at the layout of the room, which looked like a simple clinic.

"Go and prescribe him an injection." Koskif said to his companion in disgust.

Asir didn't speak, he directly opened a drawer, took out a fever-reducing needle and antibiotics, "Go and ask the boss if he can be locked in this room."

He thinks that Song Beiye has a broken leg and can't do anything in this room, so it should be fine.

But Abbep should be asked about every decision he makes.

"Okay." Koskif walked out of the room.

Asier took the antibiotic needle water and the antipyretic needle, mixed them, and gave Song Beiye an intravenous injection.

The needle pierced into a blood vessel in his arm, and Song Beiye frowned.

"This is a medicine specially developed by the doctors of our organization. The medicine is hundreds of times more effective than the ones on the market, and it can quickly reduce the fever after injection." Asir explained to him.

"How much did that man give you?" Song Beiye asked suddenly.

Asir raised his eyebrows, but did not answer.

"As long as you help me, I can give you double the price on a monthly basis." Song Beiye said again.

Asir sneered.

"The price is up to you, as long as you can help me leave and be my subordinate!" Song Beiye gritted his teeth and offered what he thought was more tempting.

He realized that these people were hundreds of times stronger than his people, so even though he had been rude to him, he still wanted him to submit to him.

"Forget it, Second Young Master Song, I still want to die." Asir was not moved by the conditions he offered.

No matter how much money they gave, they would not be able to leave Terror Island. Even if they didn't take the poison, Terror Island would fight back against those who betrayed them.

Therefore, no one has ever dared to betray Terror Island and submit to others.

Song Beiye shut his mouth in embarrassment.

Koskif pushed open the door and said, "The boss said that he can't run now that his leg is broken, so he can stay in this room. We just need to take turns guarding the door. Oh yes, put away the dangerous items in this room." , don’t let him have a chance to commit suicide, otherwise it will be us.”