"knew."
There was no change in Leng Zhirou's mood towards the butler's late-night call, as if she had already adapted to it.
After getting dressed, he looked at the woman pretending to sleep with bottomless eyes.
"You want to come with me?"
Zhuli's fingers holding the quilt tightened a bit.
"I'm not going, thank you Sister Leng."
Squeak - the door is closed.
She sat up quickly and thought about why Song Lang came to her so late.
wrong!
She turned over hard and rolled off the bed. Her knees hit the foot of the bed and she didn't have time to cry out in pain.
He rolled and crawled and hid in the cloakroom.
Sure enough, after doing all this, the bedroom door was pried open from the outside.
Suddenly, the surrounding time seemed to have stopped, and Zhuli could clearly hear her own heartbeat.
Scattered footsteps came from far away and finally seemed to stop beside the bed.
"no one."
"Go over there and have a look."
The hoarse male voice stood out in the quiet space.
Zhuli, who was hiding in the closet, felt weak, and her brain began to lack oxygen after staying in a confined space for a long time.
The fingertips holding the clothes were grasped and loosened, loosened and grasped again.
These people must have been sent by Song Lang, but she didn't understand why he wanted to find someone to arrest her in the middle of the night if she hadn't already said she wanted to take refuge with him?
Just as I was thinking about it, I heard the people in the bedroom discussing: "Go inside and have a look."
Zhuli's ears were ringing like thunder, what should she do, they were about to find her.
It is unclear whether he will kill her or take her to see Song Lang after finding her.
In my heart, I just hope that Leng Zhirou can come back quickly.
With her ears pricked, she heard the footsteps that seemed to be going to the bathroom. Through the gaps in the closet, she was sure that those people had not found the cloakroom yet.
Quietly, he opened the closet door and hid on the terrace outside.
Fortunately, she had been here during the day, but after all, this was not a long-term solution.
Once they enter the cloakroom, they are bound to open the balcony door as well.
squeak
The cloakroom door was opened from the outside.
Several heavily armed men turned around but still got nothing, and finally fixed their hopes on the balcony.
"Still no one."
"Let's go back to the business."
Just when Zhuli could no longer hold on, the group of people finally left.
At the critical moment, she held the railing with both hands and hid underneath, hanging in mid-air.
When they pushed open the balcony door, she had already taken the first step and hugged the water pipe next to it.
Fortunately, she used to like climbing trees and picking fruits, so she developed this skill.
It was just that he had acted in a hurry and his arm was scratched with blood.
She couldn't help shouting but immediately shut her mouth.
However, all this was transmitted to the man's ears through the bug on Zhuli's body.
From the intermittent sounds just now, Jing Huaizhi judged that Song Lang had started to attack Zhuli.
The laptop was closed, and a stern look flashed in his eyes.
"You bring her back tomorrow."
Du Jianzhou felt a little sad, and opened his thin lips: "Then wouldn't all our plans for so many days be in vain?"
Jing Huaizhi shook out a cigarette from the cigarette case and lit the lighter.
"I can't let her take this risk. I have other plans."
He held the cigarette butt between his index and middle fingers, took a deep breath and then slowly exhaled it.
"Okay, I just don't know if she is willing to come with me."
Du Jianzhou's eyes flashed and he expressed his concerns.
"If she doesn't come back, she will be tied back."
Zhuli slid down from the second floor along the water pipe and hid alone in the flower bed.
She was thankful that it was midnight and there was no one around.
When she looked up again, there was a young girl standing not far opposite her.
She was staring at her intently at the moment.
Zhuli's heart, which had finally dropped, rose to her throat again.
Judging from her appearance, she must be a servant here.
"Hello."
She stepped forward to say hello.
After a while, the girl grabbed her hand and cried: "Sister, help us!"
"Sister, please save us!"
The corners of Zhuli's eyes twitched slightly, filled with surprise.
Why did she say 'Save us?' '
Putting his fingers on the back of her hand: "Little sister, don't you work here?"
"My name is Bei Chenge, and I was captured."
"Sister, those people I just saw were looking for you, right?"
Bei Chenge wiped away her tears, raised her brows and asked quickly.
Zhuli hesitated and didn't answer.
Now she couldn't believe anyone except Leng Zhirou.
"Sister, you will know tomorrow."
next day
The usually sparsely populated residence suddenly became lively today.
It's just that Zhuli basically didn't recognize the people who came, and only heard Leng Zhirou mention it briefly.
Said he was here to have fun.
She didn't understand the meaning of this sentence at first, and it wasn't until she saw the girl with the clearly marked price that she understood what she meant.
"Sister Leng, are all these girls voluntary?"
Zhuli took Leng Zhirou's hand and pulled her aside, her voice was extremely low.
"What can I do if I don't want to?"
She had a frozen face and her eyes followed the innocent girls hugged by the greasy middle-aged men.
Although he resisted all over, he still greeted him with a smile.
"I want to call the police!"
With that said, she took out her mobile phone.
Only then did she remember that Jing Huaizhi had told her before she came that Song Lang's private residence had a signal shielding device.
"Your mission is to find evidence of his crime. You don't have to worry about the rest."
High heels made a thumping sound in the empty corridor, and Zhuli felt that this place was becoming more and more scary.
"Miss Zhu, please come over here."
As soon as these words came out, Leng Zhirou stopped and they both turned back to look at the housekeeper.
When he was brought to Song Lang, Zhuli still had no idea how to deal with it.
"Didn't you say you want to take refuge in me? Let me see how sincere you are."
Song Lang sat at the main seat in the banquet hall, his sharp eyes scanning every inch of her body.
There was sweat on her face, and her fingertips touched the fruit knife hidden in her sleeve.
"What does Mr. Song want me to do?"
Zhuli raised her eyelids and smiled.
Song Lang's eyebrows were provocative, and all the words he didn't say were replaced by his eyes.
"Uncle, it's not too late for me to come, right?"
Outside the door of the banquet hall, a clear and calm voice entered the room.
He raised his eyes and looked at each other briefly for a second, then quickly lowered his head.
How could he come?
"Jian Zhou, you're finally here."
Song Lang waved to him and motioned to sit next to him.
Du Jianzhou was idly reading in his pocket, his deep eyes drifting to Zhuli.
"like?"
Song Lang raised his lips and sneered.
"Lend me to play?"
he drawled teasingly.
"up to you."
Song Lang waved his hand and leaned on the back of the chair behind him.
After being taken away by him, Zhuli was still safe for the time being.
"Go back with me."
Du Jianzhou put his arm on her shoulders in a gentlemanly manner, and what came to her was a big man holding a girl in his arms.
Some even hugged each other, and Zhuli seemed to see the girl from last night in the flash of her face.
"I can't leave with you yet."
