Just now, the gang actually stuck a meter-long silver needle into her fingernails. She had only seen this kind of torture in TV dramas.
Now I have experienced it myself...
"Zhuli, you...you can't cry, you have to find a way to escape by yourself."
"Now you just have to trust yourself!"
She blinked a few times to clear the fog from her eyes.
Put your elbows on the wall and try to stand up.
Suddenly, the closed door was kicked open by a group of people.
She looked up, feeling only despair in her heart.
There were four or five greasy middle-aged men standing at the door, staring at her like jackals.
"She looks so fair and tender."
"I just don't know how to scream."
Filthy words filled the whole room, and Zhuli blocked his ears so as not to look at those people.
As long as the door was open, she would find a way to deal with them and find a chance to escape.
Although there is a high probability that she will be caught back, she will not give up as long as there is a one in a thousand chance.
"Everyone, big brother."
Zhuli's voice was obviously trembling when he spoke, making the greasy men laugh.
"Look, you're worried."
"Which of us comes first?"
...
She moved slowly against the wall, still muttering: "How about we play a game first, and the winner comes first?"
At that time, Zhuli's voice was hoarse, and the men frowned slightly.
Outside the gate of Mu Mansion
Jing Huaizhi was blocked by security guards, and a trace of disgust flashed in his eyes.
The window is half lowered, revealing the superior jawline.
He raised his cold eyes slightly, and the security guard immediately recognized him.
"Second Young Master Jing, please come inside. Please come inside."
Before the security guard could finish his words, he stepped on the accelerator to the bottom, causing ripples at the rear of the car.
"Mom, why is there no movement inside?"
Mu Airu picked up the tea cup and took a sip, and asked curiously.
Yu Qing made a dissatisfied "tsk" sound and covered her mouth and nose with a handkerchief.
"Maybe someone is enjoying it."
Hearing what her mother said, a sarcastic smile appeared on Mu Airu's lips.
Huai Zhi will definitely dislike her, and she can make up for it in time.
Their engagement can be put back on the agenda.
Jing Yuhe just came out of the bathroom, with beads of sweat on his forehead.
How could she help her now?
In a daze, the man's tall figure stood in the hall.
Leather shoes covered with rainwater stepped heavily on the retro carpet.
The man's black hair was wet from the rain, and he exuded an imposing aura.
The thin black shirt was soaked by the rain and was sticking tightly to the body. The perfect body was well exposed to the public view.
"Where is she?"
Jing Huaizhi's thin lips parted slightly, and his cold tone swirled and echoed in the empty hall.
Yu Qing would not be frightened by his few words, so she changed into a more ladylike sitting position.
He spoke quietly: "Who is she?"
He lowered his back, placed his hands on the large coffee table, and stared at them like an abyss:
"I ask again, where is she?"
Seeing how rude he was, Yu Qing naturally didn't want to tell him.
Calculating the time should be almost the same.
"I'm tired, Butler Cai will see off the guests."
She stood up from the sofa, stroked the hem of her skirt that was wrinkled by sitting on it, and prepared to go upstairs.
Jing Huaizhi's eyes were like blades, and he walked up to Mu Airu with long legs.
His red eyes were filled with cruelty, and he stretched out his hand to strangle her neck.
Mu Airu's fingertips on the side of the sofa were clenched tightly, and her eyes kept turning.
"Jing Huaizhi, you are crazy!"
"Are you going to disregard your Jing family's face for the sake of such a woman?"
Yu Qing screamed and stepped forward to stop him.
Jing Huaizhi was too lazy to talk nonsense with her and kicked her slender waist.
How could she have ever been wronged like this? She struggled to call Jing Gaoming and Shang Jin.
Suddenly, a woman's cry came from the end of the corridor.
Hearing the sound, he released Mu Airu's hand and threw her heavily on the coffee table.
"Let me go!"
Zhuli huddled in the corner, trembling in warning.
Just now, in order to delay time, she coaxed those people to play a boxing game, and promised that the winner could come to him first.
Then she found another opportunity to climb out of the window.
But these people have been playing tricks on each other, and now they decide to go together.
"Come here you."
A man with a rough face grabbed her ankle first and dragged her out from the corner.
Hukou grabbed her chin and poured a glass of potion into her.
Even though she fought hard, she still inevitably swallowed a lot.
Others swarmed over and tore at her clothes.
Hot tears fell from the ends of his eyes, and his fair skin turned red due to the rough movements.
The men held her hands and feet in their hands, rubbing their hands together.
Her consciousness gradually separated from her body, and her eyelids became heavy uncontrollably.
At this moment she just wants to sleep.
She seemed to see a familiar figure in the blur.
Suddenly, the closed door was kicked open from the outside.
The tall man quickly clamped down on the man on top of Zhuli, pulled him over and kicked him in the chest.
Then he saw the opportunity and picked up sharp objects and smashed them one by one at those who were holding Zhuli down.
Blood flowed down the forehead and into the eyes. The men covered their eyes and groaned in pain.
The man with a ravaged face held his chest and gasped, "Someone is coming! Someone is coming!"
Jing Huaizhi's black eyes narrowed dangerously, he took out a dagger and pulled it over a random person, putting the tip of the knife against the man's jaw.
"Don't worry, none of you can escape."
Perhaps the man just shouted too loudly, and a group of bodyguards heard the sound and rushed over.
There was hope in the man's eyes, and he pointed at Jing Huaizhi who was full of rage and said, "Take him away, he wants to kill me."
The leading bodyguard glanced at him, walked to Jing Huaizhi and bowed his head: "Mr. Jing."
This group of people suddenly realized that the bodyguards of Mu Mansion were his people.
Jing Huaizhi threw the dagger to him, "I want them to live worse than death."
"yes."
He took a deep breath, suppressed his anger and walked to Zhuli's side.
Kneeling on one knee, his eyes stayed on her for a moment.
He lowered his eyelids, and a few tears slipped from his trembling eyelashes to the back of his hand with bulging veins.
His slightly trembling hands stopped in mid-air, not daring to make the next move for a long time.
"elder brother..."
Jing Yuhe hurried over and stared at the mess on the ground in shock.
Jing Huaizhi didn't look up at her, but said in a low voice, "Take off your coat."
Jing Yuhe looked down at his suit jacket, took it off as quickly as possible and handed it to him without hesitation.
hall
Yu Qing pressed her eyes with a handkerchief and blamed Mushuda for his incompetence.
From the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Jing Huaizhi coming out with Zhuli in his arms and stopped sobbing.
He smiled sarcastically: "What man doesn't like blank paper?"
He walked straight out without even sparing her a glance.
"Jing Huaizhi!"
Mu Airu's face turned livid and he scolded.
"If you dare to take her away today, you will be the enemy of our Mu family!"
