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Drinking wine, the car can't drive, this sad moonlight is really sad. I walked along the river bank for a long time, and the wine began to rise, and I heard that the rice wine was as strong as the foreign wine, and so it was.
The breeze made me feel even more drunk. I looked at the long river bank and sat down on the ground to enjoy the endless night. As my thoughts slowly calmed down, someone suddenly pressed a knife to my back and quickly said, "Go five hundred meters and turn into the parking lot. You better not cry out for help or speak. You should understand what I mean! "
I couldn't see who was behind me, but I could feel something sharp against my back. My waist was cold and my whole body was shaking.
This place has just been developed and there are usually a lot of teams here. I was so immersed in my own emotions that I forgot that this place isn't safe and that the security measures here aren't perfect.
Looks like I've met a criminal.
My heart tightened, and I walked slowly along the river as he had ordered me to. He pretended to be my lover and put his hand on my shoulder, but the knife remained at my waist.
All I could do was to follow his instructions and enter the Passat, which was 021. As soon as I got into the car, another person in the car immediately wrapped his arm around my neck and warned me not to move.
There were people in the cab and in the passenger compartment, but I couldn't see who they were.
I smelled a familiar perfume, but I couldn't remember whose it was.
This bunch of people didn't look like they were professional robbers. They didn't try to rob me of my belongings, nor did they intend to insult me. The car quickly headed towards the suburbs and arrived in front of a large building.
I was helped out of the car by two men, and as I got out, I saw the passenger door open, revealing a white thigh in a pair of red high heels, followed by a white skirt, and then a pretty girl standing in front of me.
She was wearing Marilyn Monroe's classic white dress, with curly hair and red high heels. She looked gorgeous and feminine.
The face was probably sharpened by the use of a knife. Those red lips were still revealing an indescribable charm.
"Long time no see, Shubei." She held the envelope in her hand and smiled at me.
"Rou, what are you doing? I don't understand. " I didn't expect it to be Rou, and I was surprised.
"You didn't think of it, did you? Of course you wouldn't think of me. " Rou looked at me and said slowly.
Her makeup skill was getting better and better. Her eyes were vividly painted, as if they would fly out at any moment.
"I don't understand. Explain it!" I said lightly.
"You'll understand in a moment," Rou looked at me with a charming smile. Then, her expression suddenly turned cold, she said to the two men beside me, "Bring him in!"
"Is it because I met Sheng Yun?" I saw Rou do this, so I asked.
Rou didn't answer me. She continued to walk ahead of me with a twist of her small waist, leading me inside the building. She took me on the elevator to the eighth floor. The door of one of the rooms naturally opened and Rou led me in.
The interior was extremely lavishly decorated, as if it was the royal family's. Golden colors could be seen everywhere, and the marble pillars were carved with dragons. The dragon heads were actually made out of gold. It could be seen how extravagant the daily life of this house's owner was.
The room was filled with all sorts of jade artifacts, expensive porcelain, and the living room was huge. It took us a while to reach the main hall.
Not far away, on a large red sofa, I saw a man lazily lying on it. He was dressed in a white silk nightgown, leaning against the sofa with a cigar in his mouth.
I couldn't see his face clearly, but the outline was probably very pretty. Who was this bewitching beast? Where did he come from? Why have I never seen him before?
The two men let go of me, and then Rou jerked her head at me, motioning me to follow her. She led me to the sofa on the other side of the room, and just as I was about to speak, Rou made a gesture of silence.
I finally saw the man's face. His skin was extremely white, he was tall and thin, with dyed white hair that made him look very special. He had one hand on his head and looked like he was sleeping, his long eyelashes drooping over his eyes, and his face was even more alluring than a woman's.
This person gave off a strange feeling. I had never seen such a man before.
I didn't understand why Rou had brought me to see him. After a while, the man opened his eyes lazily, yawned, sat up on the sofa, and lazily said, "You're here?"
"Yes, I'm here." Rou hurriedly replied.
"He's here?" he asked again.
"Yes." Rou hurriedly replied.
"Let her stay here. You can all leave." the man said again, in that lazy, soft voice that was so pleasant to hear.
This was clearly a man, why did it seem like he was born with a seductive bone? I looked at him curiously, looked around at the magnificence, and then at his perfect face again.
Tai Ziqian's face was a bit softer, but he was also a man who looked like the sun in March. At first glance, Shang Yang looked like a man, but after interacting with him for a while, he seemed to have a kind of mischievousness and mischievousness that was unique to boys. However, the man in front of him didn't look like any of the others. He looked sickly, but when he opened his eyes, the light in his eyes was so bright that no one dared to look at him directly.
"Have you seen enough?" the man asked after three minutes.
Only then did I realize that I had been studying him. I quickly withdrew my gaze and calmly asked, "Who are you?"
He yawned lazily again, then his gaze slowly turned towards me. His eyes had a natural languid look, and he said, "It doesn't matter who I am. Let me ask you, do you know Tai Feng?"
"What are you trying to say?" I couldn't help but ask.
"If I ask you, you'd better answer." He still had the same lazy tone, but his words were unambiguous.
"And if I don't want to answer?" I couldn't help but ask again.
"Then... "Don't even think about coming out of this door." He stood up, and before I could react, his cold hand was on my neck, and he squeezed me so hard I nearly choked.
"You … Let go! " I shouted in panic.
He let go and wiped his hands with a white towel on the table. He had a disdainful expression on his face. Then, he lazily asked me, "Tai Feng, do you know him?"
"You brought me here so suddenly because you think I know you. Since you know me, why do you ask? "Whatever the goal is, just say it directly." I said coldly.
He turned his head and looked at me in surprise. Then he said, "You're quite straightforward. I like it. "
"What is your goal? Speak." I don't have the patience, I said again.
"Bring him here at noon tomorrow. I want to treat him to a meal, that's all." The man said again.
Startled, I looked at him in astonishment. I didn't understand what his purpose was, what he wanted to do, or who he was.
Why did he want to invite Tai Feng here?
How did Rou know him? Moreover, Rou seemed to be treating him with utmost respect. Who exactly was he?
"Then answer a few questions for me first." I stood up and looked at him sternly. "First of all, who are you? Second, what do you do? "One more time, what do you want to find Tai Feng for?"
"You are the first … A woman who dares to challenge me. " He walked over and lifted my chin with his hand. He stared at my face for a while, then let go of my hand bitterly, "What a pity. You've given birth. I … "Not interested."
His words struck a chortle. I thought there was a strange air about this man. It might have been appropriate in ancient times, but in modern times … It was always a little out of place. He had turned his house around like this, did he really think that he was a prince who came from ancient times?
"What are you laughing at?" he asked when he saw my smile.
"I just feel sorry for you. You should have been born hundreds of years ago, like that … Your dream as a prince may yet be fulfilled. " "No," I said.
His gaze turned cold. "You aren't afraid of me?"
"Why should I be afraid of you? I don't even know who you are. "Excuse me, what are you afraid of?" I looked at him, raised my eyebrows, and asked.
"I'm Ling Yue." He suddenly put his arm around my waist, pulled me into his arms, and whispered in my ear.
"Ling Yue?" I hesitated, and suddenly I had a vague memory. Not just me, most of the people in the Hangcheng have heard of this name.
I couldn't help but tremble and my voice rose an octave higher, "You are that …" "Ling Yue?"