After Qiao Jue heard how Zhuli won the contract, he couldn't help but sweat for her.
"Zhuli, I'll take you back after get off work tonight." He clenched and unclenched his hands.
Zhuli refused without hesitation. Her relationship with him was already so imaginative that it would be hard to explain it now.
Qiao Jue remained unyielding: "It's okay, just along the way."
She waved her hands, resisting all over.
"Just let Xingyan pick me up."
The sun was setting in the west, and the lively streets were crowded with people.
Zhuli read the gossip shared by Ren Xingyan while walking, and after reading it, she responded with an emoticon.
Ren Xingyan took the opportunity to ask her to bring back another dinner, but she had no choice but to agree.
Zhuli walked along the far right side of the sidewalk, and suddenly several people wearing doll costumes appeared next to her.
She stopped to make way for the other party, but these people did not move but kept milling around her.
She looked at these people in confusion, and the next second her vision went dark, and a layer of sacks appeared on her head at some point.
She just felt like she was being squeezed and carried into the car. She wanted to struggle and shout, but her throat seemed to be blocked and she couldn't make any sound.
In the dark and damp basement, an elderly man sat motionless on a leather sofa with a cane.
It seems to be patiently waiting for the prey to wake up.
However, time passed by and the person lying in front of him was still sleeping deeply.
He shook his finger, and the subordinate next to him picked up a basin of cold water and poured it over the woman lying on the ground.
Zhuli was almost woken up by fright. She opened her eyes wide in fear and still couldn't see anything.
Suddenly, the hood was pulled off, revealing her fair little face and frightened eyes.
"We meet again, Miss Zhu." Song Lang's sharp eyes were filled with hatred.
He looked down at her.
"Song, Mr. Song." The muscles at the corners of Zhuli's mouth couldn't stop trembling, and the sitting body kept moving back.
Don't give up until there is no way out.
Song Lang tilted his head and chewed his cigarette, then took the fire from the butler, "Isn't it said that a spring night is worth a thousand pieces of gold?"
He smiled sinisterly, took a deep breath of cigarette and stood up with the help of the housekeeper.
The crutch hit the floor hard and made a thumping sound. The sound seemed to be counting down Zhuli's life.
"Mr. Song, I, haven't I made all the arrangements for you, have you made the arrangements?" She tried her best to suppress her frightened voice and try to look calm.
She did not say that she would accompany him last night, she only said that she would help him arrange a beautiful night.
Isn't it wonderful enough?
"Oh?" Song Lang put his hands on the crutches, pressed his back and stared at her.
"What about Miss Zhu?"
Zhuli didn't know what else to say, biting her lip and didn't answer.
Song Lang winked, and several strong men stood in front of her.
She had a bad feeling.
"There's no use keeping someone who doesn't know how to praise. I'll leave it to you to play with." Song Lang turned around and sat back on the sofa.
Zhuli raised his watery eyes, his head buzzing.
The strong men began to tear her clothes apart. Zhuli put her hands on her chest to resist, but her strength was naturally no match for these people.
After being slapped by one of them, Zhuli couldn't recover for a long time. The force was too heavy.
After a while, her clothes were torn to pieces and she became speechless.
I couldn't cry or shout.
"Sir, Madam is here with Mr. Jing from Qisi Group." The person outside the door reported in a low voice.
Song Lang, who was watching the show, raised his eyelids. Why did Mrs. Song come to his private villa?
"Come out with me first." He stood up and walked out the door on crutches.
The strong men also stopped, retreated and closed the door behind them.
Zhuli breathed a sigh of relief and sat there, unable to move.
She was indeed too naive. After scheming against Song Lang, she did not leave a way out for herself.
living room.
Mrs. Song wore a dark blue cheongsam, and her hair was neatly pulled back.
Jing Huaizhi, wearing a suit and leather tie, sat in the middle of the sofa with a relaxed posture, as if he was here to drink tea.
"Madam, why are you here?" Song Lang walked a little faster and saw that his usual seat was occupied by Jing Huaizhi.
Although I was angry, I didn't dare to show it.
"Xiao Jing, you're here too." He turned his head and looked at Jing Huaizhi for a second, then sat down on the sofa next to him.
Jing Huaizhi stood up, bowed and said politely: "Hello, Uncle Song."
Mrs. Song smiled happily and nodded: "We Huaizhi are sensible."
Song Lang rolled his eyes in his heart and shouted coldly, feeling angry: "Oh, okay, okay."
Mrs. Song glared at him, why did he look like this when others were saying hello to him.
"Madam, why didn't you tell me in advance that you were coming so I could send a car to pick you up?" He had a caring smile on his lips.
If Jing Huaizhi hadn't known the truth, he would have been deceived.
Mrs. Song explained the reason in a leisurely manner: "Huaizhi said he left something here and asked me to come over and help him look for it."
"Did you leave something here?" Song Lang said to himself, lowering his head and pretending to think.
What could he have left here? This is his first time here, how could something be left here?
Are you here to save that woman?
It shouldn't be, I've never heard of any woman he's interested in.
Song Lang's expression changed several times, and he frowned and said nothing for a long time.
"Uncle Song, Mrs. Song..." Jing Huai's lips still maintained a faint smile, and his eyes looked at him faintly.
He suddenly braked mid-sentence.
Song Lang was sweating in his heart and hurriedly stopped him: "Steward Wang, come here."
Butler Wang walked up to him with his head bowed, and Song Lang whispered a few words in his ear.
Butler Wang nodded and went out.
Mrs. Song's eyes flickered, a little curious.
Isn't she sitting here? Is there anything she shouldn't know?
"Huaizhi, can you give Aunt Song a detailed description of what you are looking for?"
Mrs. Song turned around and stared at him, her eyebrows widened.
Jing Huaizhi pushed up the frame of the mirror, with a gentle curve at the corner of his mouth, and said leisurely: "Aunt Song will know about it later, and Uncle Song will definitely help me find it."
His appearance made Song Lang increasingly uneasy. Mrs. Song had no idea about the tidbits about him outside.
If you find out, you will definitely divorce him, and you will take half of his company's shares upon divorce.
He really couldn't bear to have more than half of the country he built with his own hands taken away.
After a while, Butler Wang hurried in again, holding a blue and white porcelain vase in his hand.
"master."
Song Lang turned his head without saying a word to see Jing Huaizhi's reaction.
"Uncle Song, why don't I ask Aunt Song to accompany me to look for her in person." He stood up, dusted off his clothes and went to help Mrs. Song.
How dare he let them into his backyard, which was created just for his own pleasure.
Once Mrs. Song stepped into him, it was over.
"Steward Wang, why is it so difficult for you to find something? Do you have to go there myself?"
Song Lang's face turned blue as he poked the cane.
