Chapter 45 Qi Yanxue, Enough
Zhu Wendong glanced at the white water in the transparent glass and then looked at his face.
"I won't drink water from strangers."
She had a cold face and an expression that was aloof and distant. Her whole body seemed to be covered with a layer of pure ice. Although it could hurt people, it also exuded a temptation that made people want to touch it.
The racer pretended to be sad, like a green tea boy, and said, "Beautiful lady, we have met three times, and you still say I am a stranger. I am so sad."
"You can be sad slowly, I'm leaving first." Zhu Wendong didn't have time to appreciate his poor acting skills, so he got up and left.
The racer was indifferent and hurriedly followed with water in his hand, "No, I haven't drunk the water yet."
Zhu Wendong said nothing and was too lazy to pay attention to him.
The racing driver was like an enthusiastic salesman, introducing the glass of water in his hand almost crazily.
However, from beginning to end, Zhu Wendong looked at him coldly, as if he were trash, and gradually his patience disappeared.
The racer gritted his teeth and looked around. He found a place where no one could see him. He grabbed the wrist of the person in front of him and pulled him into the empty room.
Zhu Wendong was dragged and staggered back two steps, and finally lost his balance and fell on the big bed in the room.
The force was so great that she felt dizzy and her hands and feet temporarily lost strength.
The dim light from the roof was blindingly bright, like a needle pricking her again and again, and a familiar feeling of unease flowed through her blood throughout her body.
The brain stops thinking for a moment and becomes numb.
With a "bang".
The racer closed the door to the room and pinched the sides of her cheeks with his rough fingers, forcing her mouth to open.
"If you don't accept my toast, then I'll drink the wine for you. Since you like to be tough, then I'll do as you wish."
A lewd smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he slowly shook the glass in his hand. The transparent liquid formed a vortex and swayed with the movement.
Then, the glass got closer and closer to her, like a shark with its bloody mouth opening, gradually approaching.
The racer was about to get his hands on the food, and he relaxed and began to counsel her: "You've already slept with your ex-boyfriend, so what's wrong with sleeping with me?"
"If you care about your status, follow me and I'll give you a name. Maybe you'll like me more than your ex-boyfriend."
Zhu Wendong recovered, looked at him with a gloomy look, found an opening under his body, and kicked him somewhere with a sharp and powerful kick.
The force on her face loosened, and the racer covered her lower body in pain.
Zhu Wendong gathered strength with both hands and pushed the already unstable racer to the ground. The gravity on her body was no longer pressing on her, and she stood up calmly.
She used almost all her strength in this kick. The racer curled up on the ground, feeling that his lower body was almost broken, and tears came out of the corners of his eyes due to the pain.
Zhu Wendong bent down slowly and picked up the glass that had fallen on the ground.
The fragile and precious object was still intact after being thrown around, with only a crack on the corner of the cup.
She knew that delicate things were easy to be appreciated, but also easy to be destroyed.
And this useless thing can be broken with just a slight drop.
Zhu Wendong shook the little liquid left in the cup as if nothing had happened, and his eyes slowly fell to the ground.
The sound of the waves crashing against the window was still making people scream like crazy, but the room was eerily silent.
Zhu Wendong twisted his hand, causing the glass to tilt, and the liquid slid down the broken crack onto the racer's painful face.
The racer was splashed with water and forced to squint his eyes. He subconsciously opened his mouth and waited for the colorless and tasteless liquid to enter his throat.
After he swallowed it, he realized what he had drunk and roared in anger.
"What did you give me to drink?"
The glass was empty. Zhu Wendong loosened his grip on the glass. He heard a painful sound, but he ignored it and said expressionlessly, "Don't you know best what's in this?"
The racer felt his body begin to heat up, and enduring the pain on his face and lower body, he opened his eyes and stood up.
"You think you can leave just by giving me a drink?"
He took two steps forward, and before she could react, he grabbed her slender neck with his palm and pressed her hard against the wall behind her.
Like a desperate maniac who is not afraid of anything, he clenched it tightly.
The racer issued an ultimatum, "Sleep or die, choose one."
Zhu Wendong's brain was extremely deprived of oxygen, and he had no strength to resist his fatal attack. The feeling of suffocation was like a tide slowly pushing up.
She was like a fish tied to a chopping board, waiting to be slaughtered.
Zhu Wendong's throat was pinched so hard that he couldn't make a sound, and he used his last bit of strength to open his mouth.
dream.
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"Qi Yanxue, the surveillance footage shows that Zhu Wendong did come here with a man, but what does this have to do with you?"
Zhu Jianyi stood beside Qi Yanxue, while Qi Yanxue stood in front of a door with a terrifyingly gloomy look in his eyes.
Just now, he inexplicably said that the thing he brought for his dog was missing and he wanted to check the surveillance. But when he checked the surveillance, he didn't find the thing at all, but the person.
Qi Yanxue's tone was terrifyingly calm, but the glance he gave her from the corner of his eyes revealed an unusual sinisterness. "I'll give you three seconds. Either use your key to open the door, or I'll kick it open."
Zhu Jianyi was stared at so hard that he broke out in a cold sweat. He said helplessly, "I just chartered this cruise ship. I don't have the key."
As soon as he finished speaking, Qi Yanxue kicked the door without saying a word. His strength was so great that the door shook and suddenly bounced open.
The first thing that caught my eye was Zhu Wendong being strangled by the neck and pressed against the wall. His face was extremely painful, and his porcelain-white face turned blood red.
In an instant, you could hear a pin drop.
The racer just turned his head to look at the door, and before he could figure out who was coming, he saw a figure flash in front of him, and then he felt a pain on his cheek.
Qi Yanxue punched him in the face.
The racer was knocked to the ground.
Qi Yanxue took two steps with his long legs and straddled him, grabbing his collar and punching him in the face again, so fast that the man had no time to react.
His eyes were bloodshot, his expensive black turtleneck sweater was stained with a few drops of blood, and his hands were also covered with shocking blood stains.
At this moment, he was gloomy and violent. In the deep night and bright moon, he seemed like a different person.
Zhu Wendong took a few breaths and recovered, then was helped up from the ground by Zhu Jianyi.
Zhu Jianyi's face was full of worry, and he comforted her several times.
Zhu Wendong's throat was still a little sore, so he could only shake his head and nod in response. He kept his eyes on Qi Yanxue's direction and saw that he had no intention of stopping for a long time.
If this continues, people will die.
"Qi Yanxue, that's enough."
Her voice was a little hoarse, and her throat was accompanied by a piercing pain when she spoke, and her forehead and body were covered with cold sweat.
Hearing the sound, Qi Yanxue paused in his punch, suppressed the hostility in his eyes, and stood up from the man with blood on his face.
He took a few tissues and slowly wiped the blood stains on the back of his hand. He stepped on the light, walked towards her through the dark corner.
Qi Yanxue said coldly to Zhu Jianyi: "You will handle the follow-up."
Then he walked straight out of the room and saw that no one followed him.
He stopped, tilted his head, and asked quietly, "Is there anything here that you miss?"
Realizing that this sentence was directed at her, Zhu Wendong looked up at him. Her brain had not yet recovered the ability to think, so she didn't quite understand what he meant.
Like a sloth, he shook his head very slowly.
Qi Yanxue's aura was so cold that it could make people shiver. The blood stain on the end of his eyebrow added a bit of sharpness, and the movement of wiping the blood from his hand was elegant and noble.
His eyes fell unconcealedly on the shocking pinch marks on her neck.
"Then don't keep up."
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