Chapter 82: Being Plotted Against

Zhu Tingting ignored her, so her eyes twitched and she always felt that something bad was going to happen.

After finishing the class carefully and nothing happened, Mu Nanxi breathed a sigh of relief. It might be because she was too nervous recently.

"Sister, do you want to buy some flowers?" Just before getting on the bus, a dirty little girl carrying a basket of roses looked at her timidly.

Mu Nanxi was startled, but after seeing who it was, she laughed and scolded herself for being too nervous.

Mu Nanxi bent down and asked with a smile: "How much is one?"

"Ten dollars..." the little girl said after hesitating for a moment.

Mu Nanxi randomly picked 20 flowers from the basket and gave her 1,000 yuan.

That's all she had in her purse.

The little girl was stunned when she saw so much money and stood there, not knowing how to react.

She put the flowers into a bunch and instinctively lowered her head to smell them. Suddenly, the little girl cried, "Sister, no!"

But it was too late. After a while, Mu Nanxi began to see double vision in front of her eyes, and the last thing she was aware of was that she was surrounded by several men.

Musri Hotel.

The lobby manager frowned as he watched two boys carrying a girl inside.

"What's wrong with her?" As a professional ethics, they will ask in such situations.

"It's nothing, I'm just drunk. She is my friend, I brought her back to rest." Zhu Tingting followed behind with graceful steps.

"So it's Miss. Sorry to bother you." The reason they chose Musli was because this hotel was owned by their family.

She can completely delete the subsequent surveillance videos, so that there will be no evidence and no one will do anything to her.

Of course, I won’t kill Mu Nanxi directly now. What better option is there than forcing her to commit suicide?

You don't have to take any action and you don't have to go to jail.

After getting into the elevator and pressing the button for the 8th floor, Wei Xiangzhe was thinking about going to the hospital to change his dressing and going out to eat something. Because he was in a hurry, he pressed both the up and down buttons of the elevator.

I couldn’t cancel it, so I put on the thick hat on the back of my sweatshirt for fear of getting cold when going out.

"Ding Dong." The door suddenly opened, and at a glance there were two women and two men inside.

Just as they were about to step in, the woman spoke up: "We're going up."

Wei Xiangzhe retreated speechlessly.

He walked back two steps and when closing the elevator door, he caught a glimpse of the girl behind him who was blocked and was in a bad state. Based on his experience in nightclubs, he knew at a glance that she had been drugged.

But since it was none of his business, he just ignored it and was too lazy to care.

The elevator door slowly closed and then slowly opened. This was an expected result since he had pressed both the up and down buttons.

He didn't care and planned to take another elevator, and he caught a glimpse of the teardrop mole from the corner of his eye.

My mind went blank and the elevator door had already closed.

Wei Xiangzhe had already forgotten the appearance of the girl who saved him last night, but he remembered deeply the beautiful and charming teardrop mole.

"It's her! Fuck!" Wei Xiangzhe hated himself for the first time for being indifferent to the matter. He watched the elevator go up to the eighth floor and stop there. He hurriedly pressed the 8th floor button from another elevator and ran upstairs.

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Close the door of the room and draw the curtains.

Zhu Tingting sat at the head of the bed, smiling, looking at her beautiful face that looked like Sleeping Beauty, with the corners of her mouth raised in a ferocious smile.

"She is truly a one in a million beauty."

"I approached you because you were pretty. Do you still want to covet my brother Cheng Bin?"

"It's like a toad wanting to eat swan flesh."

"I thought you were obedient, but I didn't expect you to start resisting now."

"What a shame, my puppet is so rebellious."

"Now that you're out of the puppet line, you can only die."

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(End of this chapter)