Sheng Xing asked in surprise, "Then don't hang up the phone, go check it out? If you need help, just shout for help!"

Qiao Xiang decisively walked out of the living room and took a look outside. There was no one there. She thought it might be the light from the street lamp shining on the floor of the living room.

She sat on the sofa, picked up the phone, and chuckled, "Honey, when are you coming home? I'm always suspicious when you don't come home!"

"I have to teach two evening self-study classes tonight and go home after that." Sheng Xing said this and added, "Honey, I miss you."

"I missed you too, husband."

After Qiao Xiang and Sheng Xing finished their sweet phone call, Qiao Xiang hummed a song and went up to the bedroom on the second floor.

The villa is very big and has many rooms.

But usually it's just the two of them, and the room is very empty.

After talking to Sheng Xing on the phone for a while, Qiao Xiang was in a particularly good mood and was humming a song while walking.

In fact, she told more than just her colleagues in the office that the painting sold for 1 million.

In Qiao Xiang's opinion, she is lucky to have met such a good husband, so of course she has to show off!

Besides, the money my husband earned was earned by his own ability, not by stealing or robbing, so there is nothing to hide.

In Qiao Xiang's opinion, the phone call made by Qiao Yu was completely unnecessary.

Qiao Xiang hummed a song as she took out a silk nightgown from the cloakroom and walked into the bathroom.

As soon as the hot water in the bathroom was turned on, Qiao Xiang took a fragrant rose milk bath in the bathtub beautifully and comfortably.

Qiao Xiang was in a good mood and hummed a tuneless song while taking a bath.

A dark shadow flashed past the bathroom door.

Qiao Xiang felt an inexplicable chill in his heart.

She stood up from the bathtub, took the towel from the shelf, gently wiped the water off her body, and then put on her suspender skirt and silk robe.

She calmly opened the drawer of the bathroom cabinet, took out a pair of scissors for trimming the ends of her hair, and walked out of the bathroom with extreme vigilance.

Three strange men suddenly appeared in the bedroom.

Qiao Xiang screamed in fright and ran barefoot to the bathroom.

However, no matter how fast she was, she could not match the speed of men.

A ferocious man grabbed Qiao Xiang's hair and threw her onto the large American-style bed in a very rude manner.

There was fear in Qiao Xiang's eyes.

Her hands subconsciously pressed tightly against her lower abdomen to protect the baby in her belly.

"Who are you? What do you want?"

As soon as Qiao Xiang saw these three men, she cursed Qiao Yu and Ye Linlang countless times in her heart.

These two people are such bad-mouthed people!

Good things don’t work, but bad things do!

What to do now?

She was pregnant, and if these men were violent towards her, it would hurt the baby in her belly.

"We heard your husband's paintings sold for a million. We're a little short on cash, so we'd like to borrow some from you!"

Qiao Xiang's hair felt numb and a chill ran down his back.

Did they really come here for the one million?

Then... Qiao Xiang bit her tongue tightly with her teeth. She wished that time could go back. She must have kept the fact that Sheng Xing's painting sold for one million a day a secret.

"We donated the one million to build schools in the mountains!"

Qiao Xiang said something quick-witted.

The three men laughed out loud.

"Donated? Look, beautiful lady, you're playing us for fools!"