Before Chen Ying left her master's house, she received a call from Chen's father.
"People are already delivering them."
Chen Ying said well, "I knew that if dad came forward, everything could be solved."
The master, who is in his early fifties, is sitting on the sofa drinking tea.
Chen Ying walked over, bent down and said to him, "Master, Qiao Qiao is coming over. Please have fun tonight."
The man understood and praised her for being sensible.
Chen Ying drove the car by herself. For fear of getting into trouble, she left first without meeting Qiao Zhishu.
The car was driving on the road, but it was rear-ended.
Chen Ying was domineering and wanted to argue with someone when he opened the car door. Unexpectedly, as soon as he got out, a strong man covered his mouth and nose.
midnight.
Hengdu International Hotel.
A wall lamp was turned on in the presidential suite. Xing Huo sat on the sofa after taking a shower. When the assistant came in, his steps were a little hurried.
“Mr.
Xing Huo held the cigarette in his hand. He didn't light it, but he cut it off section by section.
"explain."
"Miss Chen, what should we do?"
Xing Huo clenched his hands into fists, and some tobacco slipped through his fingers and fell to the ground. "Do you still need me to teach you?"
The assistant was a little unsure, so his tone became hesitant, "But she is different from others after all."
Xing Huo turned half of his face to the side, and his assistant met a cold and cold gaze.
The dark bottom of the pool is like the most dangerous deep pool, with strange anger inside. "There is no need to be merciful to people like her. She can kill others, so why should she ask others to show mercy to her...?"
The assistant finally understood what he meant.
"Yes, Mr. Xing, I understand."
Xing Huo's slender body leaned back slightly, and there was still a mouthful of turbid anger in his chest.
Qiao Zhishu fell into a drowsy sleep this time. She slept very well, but she was very tired from her sleep.
Many characters appeared in the dream, and everyone was tugging on her ears and shouting.
When she opened her eyes and woke up, her limbs were weak and she had no strength at all.
Qiao Zhishu stared at the ceiling in trance. After she was sure she was not dreaming, she looked around in panic.
The floor-to-ceiling window not far away reflected a huge bed and her figure.
She struggled to get up, "Well..."
Her whole body was numb and she couldn't even turn over.
Qiao Zhishu was breathing lightly, and when she heard footsteps approaching, she clenched her hands under the quilt.
"Finally woke up."
A tall figure cast over, and the shadow fell on the side of the bed, and then moved upward little by little until it covered Qiao Zhishu's face.
The man stood beside the bed and stared at her condescendingly.
Qiao Zhishu's eyes widened and he felt confused, "Where is this? Why are you here?"
Xing Huo's face was frighteningly gloomy.
He didn't smile at all, and stared at her with a cold gaze, "Who drugged you, and who sent you here, don't you have any idea?"
When Qiao Zhishu was reminded like this, he immediately thought of that glass of milk.
After all, no daughter would be defensive about her biological mother.
Xing Huo looked at her expression, which included despair, collapse, and disbelief. He immediately guessed who had drugged her.
Instead of being merciful to her, he struck a blow to Qiao Zhishu's heart.
"It's your mother, right? She personally sent you to a man's bed."