When Jiang Xiaoqiao got up, it was already the next morning. When he opened his eyes, it was not the Kong Jie he was most familiar with, but his father whom he rarely saw a few times a year.
The relationship between father and daughter was very weak. After getting up, Jiang Xiaoqiao frowned at his father and asked unhappily: "Where is Sister Kong Jie?"
"She has something to go out first," Jiang Shaohong said calmly.
Jiang Xiaoqiao gently touched his forehead, his head hurt a little. It was different from the injured state when Qin Xin got up. Half of Jiang Xiaoqiao's soul had been taken away in the past few days, and all he remembered were completely broken memories, but his physical condition was very good.
The last thing she remembered was drinking with Chen Zhe in a private room, and then Chen Zhe's unusual behavior in the bathroom, but she didn't feel disgusted at all and was still enjoying it.
Then Chen Zhe suddenly went crazy and broke the mirror. He told himself to stay in the private room and rushed to the next door. Then a tall waiter knocked on the door and walked in. He was surprised and said: I didn't want it. Wine, what is he doing here?
Then the waiter waved a broken little flag at himself...
Jiang Xiaoqiao vaguely seemed to feel that Chen Zhe called him, and then his body seemed to be pulled in half, and he did not remember the rest.
She doesn't like her businessman father.
After a good sleep, when he opened his eyes, he saw a person that he disliked very much. It happened that this person had the closest blood relationship with him.
Jiang Xiaoqiao was in a bad mood and said to her father coldly: "You go out first, I want to change my clothes."
"OK,"
Jiang Shaohong didn't care about her attitude. He nodded and turned around and opened the door. Before leaving, he said: "Zhang Ze is waiting for you downstairs. We have something to tell you."
The door was closed, leaving only Jiang Xiaoqiao standing in the large bedroom.
She turned around and picked up the phone from the table, dialing the number of the person she was most familiar with, Kong Jie.
Shut down.
Jiang Xiaoqiao frowned and put down the phone. This was impossible. Kong Jie's phone was always on. In Jiang Xiaoqiao's impression, her phone seemed to be always on.
The ice-smart and smart Jiang Xiaoqiao felt vaguely that something was not right.
In the haze, there is always a name lingering in Jiang Xiaoqiao's heart, Chen Zhe.
When she thought of this name, her headache became more severe, as if a piece of white paper full of writing had been covered up with correction fluid. Jiang Xiaoqiao thought about it carefully, but the more she thought about it, the more confused her mind became. piece.
What's going on.
The strange waiter in Dongshang Entertainment City, the strange feeling in his soul, the sudden evaporation of sister Kong Jie, the sudden appearance of his father who was rarely seen once in a year, and why Zhang Ze is here.
A series of question marks filled Jiang Xiaoqiao's head.
There seems to be a conspiracy.
She hung up the curtains, took off her clothes, and stripped naked. Her charming body bloomed in the bedroom. The whole room was brightened by her. Jiang Xiaoqiao walked barefoot on the carpet, took a shower first, and then wiped dry. He returned to the bedroom, opened the closet and walked in.
Women like clothes, they prefer buying clothes, and they prefer the feeling of buying clothes.
Therefore, many women like to hang up a wardrobe full of clothes that have only been tried on once. This is especially true for Jiang Xiaoqiao. Her wardrobe is actually a house, and there are more than one.
He casually took out a set of clothes from the inside out, and Jiang Xiaoqiao looked at his figure in the mirror. His chest was as tall as a mountain, his waist was as soft as a willow, his legs were slender and straight, and he had a string of purple bracelets on his wrists. Still there.
She looked at herself for a few seconds and felt much better. She pointed at herself in the mirror very childishly and said, "The more I look at you, the more I love you."
Then he giggled nervously, picked up the casual clothes, put them on, and draped his long hair casually over his shoulders, looking lazy and casual.
I walked to the computer and played a few games of Landlords. After losing several games in a row, my opponent disdainfully typed two words: garbage.
Jiang Xiaoqiao then typed a series of extremely domineering swear words on the computer with his hands like flying, and greeted the eighteen generations of the other party's family, from the single-celled organisms in the creation of Pangu to the infinite number of the other party's descendants. As for the other party's Direct blood relatives and collateral blood relatives within three generations are even more miserable.
The other party responded a few words at first, but finally couldn't withstand her offensive and ran away. Jiang Xiaoqiao showed a victorious smile like a victorious general, and then turned around and walked out and opened the bedroom door.
When she opened the door, the look on her face was cold and dull. If Chen Zhe were here, he would definitely exclaim: Just like that bitch Kong Jie.
Everyone has a mask, like Kong Jie, and Jiang Xiaoqiao, who is sexy, charming, cold, childish, and neurotic, has countless masks.
When she walked downstairs, Zhang Ze had been waiting for three hours in the hall. The nanny Xiaoyun changed his tea again and again, but Zhang Ze still maintained a good manner. That day The arrogance and domineering attitude in front of Chen Zhe was completely gone, and he didn't even show the slightest hint of impatience.
Uncle He also stood as tall as a pine tree behind Zhang Ze.
At least on the surface, Zhang Ze couldn't be dissatisfied. On the contrary, Jiang Shaohong apologized to Zhang Ze because of his daughter's rudeness.
"I'm sorry, I'm late. I just spent three hours picking out clothes before I felt that this suit is suitable." Jiang Xiaoqiao also said apologetically, but in fact, he was not sincere at all.
Even if Jiang Shaohong is a business giant who has countless business battles, annexed countless opponents, and holds countless funds, he can't help but frown: "Xiao Qiao, the clothes you are wearing... are not suitable,"
"I feel very comfortable," Jiang Xiaoqiao said without looking at his father.
This is a set of loose cotton sportswear. Jiang Xiaoqiao usually wears it when she practices yoga. She comes to meet her fiancé like this.
Zhang Ze smiled and tried to smooth things over and said, "It doesn't matter. I think Xiao Qiao doesn't care about me. She looks beautiful no matter what she wears."
Half of this sentence is correct, and half of it is nonsense.
To say that Jiang Xiaoqiao doesn't care about him is to put it on his own face, but to say that Jiang Xiaoqiao looks beautiful no matter what clothes he wears, it is true. This loose dress cannot conceal the ups and downs of Jiang Xiaoqiao's charming figure. Anyway, it has a lazy and charming vibe.
Jiang Xiaoqiao sat casually on a sofa, took a fashion magazine from the side and said casually: "Don't you have something to say? Go ahead, I'll listen."
Her cold and violent attitude made Zhang Ze very embarrassed.
But although Zhang Ze is not very old, he has countless experiences and deeper knowledge than a high-spirited young man like Chen Zhe. He knows what he wants.
For what you want most, give up everything else and put your interests first.
To a certain extent, young masters from a spiritual family like Zhang Ze and successful businessmen like Jiang Shaohong are both such people.
Jiang Shaohong coughed: "Xiao Qiao, do you remember that when you were in the entertainment city, you met a tall man with a pale face?"
"Um,"
Jiang Xiaoqiao raised her eyebrows and raised her eyes from the entertainment magazine: "What's wrong?"
Pale and tall, she remembered.
The waiter at Dongshang Entertainment City was very tall and his face was as white as a sheet of paper, like a walking dead person...
Jiang Shaohong paused and looked at Zhang Ze: "That is a cultivator, the murderer of the legendary serial murder case in Jiangcheng City some time ago. He is targeting you..."
He glanced at Jiang Xiaoqiao and found that Jiang Xiaoqiao looked cold. He just asked lightly: "Then how did I escape?"
Jiang Shaohong looked blank...
The first few sentences were all true, but the rest were not. Although as a businessman, he told countless lies in his usual business wars, it was not that he couldn't deceive his biological daughter, but that he was unwilling to do it. He turned around and glanced Zhang Ze: "Aze, you did the following things, please tell me,"
Zhang Ze shook his head and glanced at Uncle He: "Uncle He, you also participated in this matter, tell Xiao Qiao,"
Apparently Zhang Ze has a proud personality and is unwilling to talk about it.
"Haha, let me tell you, Miss Jiang, your soul was taken away by the cultivator at that time. It was extremely critical. Almost everyone thought you were dead at that time. Even I, Lao He, felt that there was no way to save you, but my family But the young master insists that you can still be saved..."
Uncle He's voice was loud and sincere, and he had a convincing tone when he spoke.
He glanced at Jiang Xiaoqiao and found that although Jiang Xiaoqiao was staring at the magazine, she had not turned the page and was attracted by his words.
Uncle He coughed: "Actually, there was only one way at that time. That was for someone to take risks with their own souls and risk their own lives to enter the cultivator's magic weapon. If he found you among thousands of souls, he would bring you back within three days. Let your soul return to your body,"
He raised his head and glanced at Jiang Xiaoqiao, and found that Jiang Xiaoqiao had raised his head and stared at him with a pair of bright eyes: "Go on,"
"At that time, the young master wanted to go by himself. Your father and I disagreed, just because this thing is easy to say, but extremely difficult to do. Miss Jiang, what do you think: entering someone else's magic weapon, and the owner of the magic weapon does not know, How difficult it is. There are thousands of ghosts among them, and there are even powerful cultivator souls among them. To find you and bring you back is a life-or-death thing. Young master, with his rich body, how can he take risks so easily? At that time, I, Lao He, originally planned to go on my behalf, but your father and me were persuaded by the young master's words."
Lao He sighed, still shocked by Zhang Ze's persistence at that time. He said slowly: "Young Master, he said: Miss Jiang, you are his fiancée. We will sleep together when we are alive, and we will share the same cave when we die. I am the one who saves you." , it’s him, even if he can’t save you, he will die together,”
Lao He looked at Zhang Ze with tears in his eyes: "You took such a risk for Miss Jiang, how can I explain it to the boss?"
Lao He wiped away his tears, glanced at Jiang Xiaoqiao, and found that Jiang Xiaoqiao's fists were clenched tightly, and the magazine in his hand had been clenched into a ball. He had obviously been persuaded.
He asked softly: "Master, I am old and my memory is not very good. That's what you said at the time, right?"
Zhang Ze had been drinking tea with an expressionless face, his face was pale, and he was struggling in his heart. When he heard Lao He ask him, he hesitated for a long time and nodded: