Hell raised his hand and slapped Shen Mingyue loudly, knocking him to the ground.
"If you dare to say one more word, I will cut off your tongue/head!" Hell threatened coldly.
Shen Mingyue immediately covered her mouth and accidentally touched the place where Hell had just hit her. The pain was so painful that she almost shed tears, but she did not dare to make a sound because of fear.
Hell took Shen Mingyue by the collar and locked her in the utility room.
He didn't want others to hear him talking to Sister Mu.
Qiao Simu glanced at the closed door of the utility room, his eyes not showing much concern.
Hell personally made her a cup of coffee, "Sister Mu, try it. Does this taste the same as the one you liked before?"
The coffee is very fragrant, with a strong bitter taste in the mouth, but it is very mellow.
Qiao Simu couldn't help but frown, and then returned to normal. He drank most of the coffee before putting down the cup.
This is indeed the taste she used to like. She has too many things to do, and she wishes she could break one hour into three hours. But her body always gets tired, so she likes bitter coffee, the more she likes it.
The more bitter the better.
But since she went to Fu's house, she could not worry about those things for the time being. Fu Zhuochen treated her as a child and prepared a lot of sweets for her.
Maybe I ate too many sweets, and when I drank this coffee, I felt it was too bitter to swallow.
Qiao Simu's change was not obvious. Hell didn't notice it and brought her another plate of chocolates.
"I remember that Sister Mu liked 100% concentrated chocolate the most. Every time I saw it, I would buy some, thinking that when Sister Mu would come back, I would have something to eat." Hell's eyes were bright.
One hundred percent chocolate is a different kind of bitter.
Qiao Simu looked at his eyes and sighed helplessly.
Picked up a piece of chocolate and took a bite.
It's still as bitter as ever, so bitter that it makes you sour.
"How have you been in the organization these past few years?" Qiao Simu asked him.
Hell's eyes were very clean and pure, but his hands were covered in blood.
She thought more than once, what happened in his past that turned him into what he is now?
Hell was very happy to receive Qiao Simu's concern, "No one dares to bully me, but it would be better if Sister Mu is here."
Qiao Simu gently ruffled his hair and asked, "How is Gu Yaran treating you?"
Hell snorted softly, "She doesn't dare to treat me badly!"
Qiao Simu said: "But everyone in the organization should listen to her. If she wants to target someone, she doesn't need to take action herself."
Hell snorted: "If she dares to make people treat me badly, she will be the first to suffer, so she doesn't dare! Everyone in the organization listens to her, and she doesn't dare to take action against me, even less so others.
I don’t dare anymore.”
It seems that Gu Yaran's status in the organization has been really good in recent years.
After chatting about some more topics casually, Qiao Simu said: "Are there any fruits here?"
"There are a lot of apples."
Qiao Simu said dumbfounded: "Apart from apples, is there nothing else?"
Hell shook his head.
"Okay, then you sit down first and I'll squeeze a glass of apple juice for you." Qiao Simu said.
"Yeah." hell nodded obediently.
The things in the villa were very complete, and within a short time, Qiao Simu arrived with two glasses of apple juice.
hell couldn't wait to take a few sips immediately.
A hint of guilt quickly flashed across Qiao Simu's eyes.
Soon, a glass of apple juice bottomed out.
After hell finished drinking, he did not put down the cup. Instead, he held the cup and stared at it as if in a daze.
"What are you looking at?" Qiao Simu's heart was raised.
Hell put down his hand, lowered his head, and asked Qiao Simu: "Sister Mu, why?"
Qiao Simu knew, he knew it.
She put a drug in the apple juice.
"This is between me and Gu Yaran. I don't like to involve you." Qiao Simu said seriously.
"Then why don't you tell me directly? Why..."
Why drug him?
"There are two different things between you losing the ability to move because of Chinese medicine and you taking the initiative to help me." Qiao Simu said seriously.
Even if Hell's force value in the organization is very high, almost no one can be his opponent in a one-on-one fight.
But if the organization tries its best to hunt him down, he will only end up being caught in the end.
"Sister Mu still doesn't believe me and is unwilling to go back with me." Hell's voice became deeper and deeper.
Qiao Simu frowned tightly, "I don't believe you, but I really won't go back with you."
hell is angry.
What rose faster than his head were his hands.
Qiao Simu was prepared for what he would do and fought back immediately.
Hell's attacks were so fierce that it was almost too late to even defend.
Hell's sanity has almost completely lost at this moment.
Qiao Simu knew how terrifying Hell was at this time, so he didn't dare to look down upon him at all, and went all out to fight with him.
Hell's attacks are very powerful, but this also means that he does not think about protecting himself. He still exposes a lot of weaknesses, but his attacks are too fast. Even if the opponent sees his weaknesses, he cannot attack them.
The only good thing is that even though Hell has almost lost his mind, there is always a voice shouting at him in his subconscious: Don't hurt Sister Mu.
Because of this, Qiao Simu finally found an opportunity to knock him out with a palm.
He is just a little poisonous person, and ordinary drugs are of no use to him. If you want him to faint, you still have to use this most primitive method.
Qiao Simu carefully placed Hell on the sofa and said to him apologetically: "Little Hell, I'm sorry, I always hope that you can live a simple and happy life. This is between me and Gu Yaran. I can't
Let you become the tool or even the victim of the grudge between the two of us."
After saying that, Qiao Simu turned around and walked to the door of the utility room, opened the door of the utility room, and saw a frightened Shen Mingyue inside.
"Qiao Simu, you, you..." Shen Mingyue was so frightened that she shivered.
Qiao Simu pulled Shen Mingyue out with a cold face.
Shen Mingyue glanced at Hell lying on the sofa, pointed at her, and asked in a trembling voice: "Qiao Simu, you, you, what have you done?!"
Even though Hell was very rude and unfriendly to her just now, at least, at least he still saved her.
Therefore, in her mind, hell is better than Qiao Simu and safer than her no matter what.
"So much nonsense!" Qiao Simu said nothing and threw a pill directly into her mouth.
"What did you give me? Ugh-" Shen Mingyue wanted to dig out the medicine.
Unfortunately, the medicine melts in the mouth.
Soon, Shen Mingyue was knocked unconscious.
Qiao Simu dragged her to a car and after taking care of her, he saw that hell on the sofa was missing!