Chapter 122
Seeing that she didn't speak, the man in black knocked on the Bluetooth headset. Then, a sound came from the Bluetooth headset, and only the man in black could hear it.
A few seconds later, Song Qingying was still thinking about how to make up a story when she saw the man in black slowly approaching with a knife.
She subconsciously stepped back, but there was a damp wall behind her, so she had nowhere to retreat.
"Miss Song, we brothers don't have time to waste with you. If you don't tell me..." The man in black paused and said threateningly, "Don't blame me for verifying it myself."
"Do you think President Guonan will recognize your fingers?" he suddenly said.
“………………………………”
Song Qingying's breathing stagnated, she was speechless, staring at the sharp blade in his hand, she felt cold sweat soaking her back instantly,
The man was getting closer and closer to her, like a devil who was demanding her life. He was only one step away. Song Qingying couldn't stand it anymore and cried out in fear, "I'll tell you, I'll tell you!"
"I, I gave him a drug, a new type of drug that changes emotions. He will fall in love with me. He will definitely fall in love with me......"
The man in black paused, with a look of confusion on his face for a moment, but he quickly adjusted himself and asked, "Is this medicine so effective? How come I haven't heard of it? Don't make it up on purpose."
Song Qingying said excitedly, "What I said is true. If you don't believe me, you can check it out. Lu Xun has become cold towards his girlfriend recently. His feelings have reversed. The more he loves her, the more unfamiliar she becomes. He must hate her now! He wishes she would die!"
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By the end of the conversation, Song Qingying's pale face turned red with excitement, and she could almost see the scene of Lu Xun wishing to kill Jiang Qiao.
She was too emotional and confessed everything. The cruelty of the man threatening her with a knife and the fear of having her secret known made Song Qingying limp and lean heavily against the wall, completely fainting.
The man in black stopped, the two looked at each other, and walked out the door.
In another room across the wall, a tall and straight man in a black windbreaker, with handsome and stiff features and cold and fierce looks, and a touch of scarlet flickering on his slender fingertips.
"Mr. Lu, what should we do next?" The man in black didn't dare to look at the other man. He lowered his head and spoke respectfully.
There was a long silence, with only the dull sound of the storm hitting the old window frame. The man in black couldn't help but get nervous.
Thinking of what they just heard, the two of them couldn't help but shudder.
Country M is a capitalist country with developed business, where gun ownership is legal. The vast majority of well-known companies are gangsters who made their fortunes and have connections in both the black and white worlds.
This young president of Guonan was able to fight his way out of the bloody business world of Country M, and as a Chinese, it is conceivable that he is not as cold and indifferent as he appears.
That woman actually had the guts to drug this guy, a new type of drug that no one had ever heard of. How much must she want to die?
Even if the man in front of them asked them to kill the woman right here, they would not find it strange.
Unexpectedly, the man just said indifferently: "Throw her in front of the Jiang Corporation."
"Yes." The man in black answered respectfully.
*
The rain was getting heavier and heavier. The roses entwined on the white wall in the yard withered, and the dead branches and leaves were mercilessly knocked down by the rain.
A funny variety show was still playing on the LCD screen in the living room.
Maybe it was because the medicine prescribed by the doctor contained a sleeping pill, but Jiang Qiao half-lay on the pure black soft leather sofa, closed his eyes, and breathed slowly.
Inside the courtyard, there was a slight sound of a vehicle driving in, but it was easily covered by the sound of rain.
With a click, the door opened and a tall man came in, covered in steam.
Through the entire nanmu shelf, you can vaguely see the figure of a girl on the sofa.
Lu Xun lowered his eyes to hide his emotions. His black windbreaker was nowhere to be found, and he was wearing the pure black suit he wore before going out.
The sofa was not small, and the girl had more than enough space to sleep on it. Her sleeping posture was not very good. The loose neckline of her nightgown revealed a large area of fair skin, which was dotted with red marks, some of which had turned purple.
Some of the teeth marks on the neck have formed scars, which looks shocking.
Lu Xun stared down at the girl with a scrutinizing gaze, without any personal emotion.
The emotions reversed. The more I loved her, the more unfamiliar she became. The more I loved her, the more... disgusted I became. I wished she would... die.
These words flashed through Lu Xun’s mind again, and Song Qingying’s crazy and morbid tone still seemed to ring in his ears.
This sounded too fantastical. No rational person should believe it. Lu Xun even wanted to laugh.
But the emotionless heartbeat and the unreasonable irritability made him realize that what Song Qingying said was true.
He couldn't love Jiang Qiao anymore.
Perhaps, he realized it since that hurtful night, so he chose the so-called business trip.
He is seriously ill and needs treatment, but Jiang Qiao doesn’t need to know all this.
Jiang Qiao has her own career, which has just started. She will take the college entrance examination next June. Her life should be bright and she should not be involved in his mess.
Lu Xun didn't think about what would happen if the disease couldn't be cured. That would be meaningless.
*
the next day.
In the hillside of Beijing suburbs, there is an ancient courtyard. From early morning, luxury cars have been coming in non-stop. High-ranking officials, wealthy people and celebrities,
Gu Xing stood outside to greet the guests. He was dressed quite simply today, which was quite different from his usual "butterfly" image. However, his gray hair was still conspicuous.
"Oh, what a rare guest~~" Gu Xing saw something and his eyes lit up immediately. He said jokingly, his eyes still looking up and down at the visitor.
Wang Jie rolled his eyes: "Psycho."
"Hey, why are you still swearing? I am the host and you are the guest, you have to be polite and respectful!" Gu Xing explained seriously.
On the contrary, Wang Jie didn't want to pay attention to Tian Gang.
Gu Xing pretended not to notice and continued to chatter: "Where are Brother Xun and his sister-in-law? Why didn't they come? You didn't play the driver today?"
What does it mean to play the role of a driver? Wang Jie took a deep breath and told himself not to be angry, not to be angry, because anger is the devil.
"Behind——"
Before he could finish his words, Gu Xing bumped into him and walked over: "Hey, Brother Xun, Jiang Qiao's sister-in-law, you are here. What gifts did you bring? If it's too cheap, you won't be allowed in......"
The man’s noisy voice was still ringing in his ears. Wang Jie: “…………………………”
He rubbed his shoulders and walked over.
Jiang Qiao greeted him politely. Gu Xing's eyes slid around, scanning her and Lu Xun.
A fake smile, a cold face, nothing can be seen,
Are they reconciled?
Gu Xing immediately said, "Sister-in-law Jiang Qiao, you look so beautiful dressed up."
“………………” Jiang Qiao was speechless for a moment, then he gritted his teeth and smiled, “Just call me Jiang Qiao.”
"Okay, okay, sister-in-law Jiang Qiao."
Jiang Qiao: “……………………”
Lu Xun, who was standing aside, remained expressionless as he handed the two gifts in his hand to the waiter.
Otherwise, we say that our Gu Tianmei has good taste. She has both good looks and emotional intelligence.
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