100 Days of Honey Wars: Dictatorship Boss, flirt

About half an hour later, the taxi stopped at the intersection of Ireland Road. The driver turned his head and asked Jiang Luyao, "Miss, do you need to drive in?"

Since Jiang Luyao only told him it was here, but didn't tell her the date, so he had to stop here and ask her.

Jiang Luyao straightened his head from the back of the chair, half asleep and half awake, and said, "No, thank you, I'll get off here."

After all, he took out his wallet from his bag, took out two one-hundred-dollar bills, and handed them to the driver.

When the driver saw that Jiang Luyao handed over two cards, he was taken aback for a moment, but he didn't answer, and said with a smile, "One is enough."

"The other one hundred is for me to treat you to dinner." Jiang Luyao said while putting the money on the passenger seat, and said shallowly, "Thank you for driving me home."

After speaking, put the wallet back in the bag, open the car door, and get out of the car.

"Girl, looking at you, you should be as old as my daughter." After she got out of the car, the driver stuck his head out of the car window and said.

The sound of a girl disturbed Jiang Luyao, and he turned to look at the driver.

At this moment, a slightly rough hand squeezed the business card and handed it to her: "Girl, there is my phone number on it. If you need a car in the future, you can call me anytime, free of charge."

Jiang Luyao looked at the humble business card handed to him, stretched out his hand stiffly, took it, glanced at the driver's warm smiling face, moistened his eyes, and replied mechanically: "Okay."

While she was in a daze, the taxi had already driven away from where she was, and when she woke up, she could only see the vague shadow of the car.

Pursing her lips, she retracted her gaze, and carefully put the business card in her hand into the middle of the wallet.

This is the best gift she has received since returning to China.

Jiang Luyao walked along the road for about 5 minutes, and arrived at Jiang's old house.

Stopping at the door, looking at the entire house, a European-style villa is quietly sitting in front of you, surrounded by a fence covered with ivy, which is a little cold and lonely.

Looking around, after making sure that no one was around, Jiang Luyao walked directly to the side of the yard, took off his sunglasses, and hung them on his neckline.

He raised his arm, threw the bag in, and pulled the ivy away. A hidden pedal was exposed in front of his eyes. He raised his lips and smiled, not denying that he was wearing a skirt today.

Grasping the fences on both sides with both hands, he stepped on the pedals and climbed up, skillfully and with ease.

Flipped over the fence, jumped back, and stood on the ground.

She clapped her hands, bent down to pick up her bag, and walked towards the side door of the villa.

Looking at the closed door, Jiang Luyao frowned, and then remembered that he just wanted to visit the Jiang family's old house on a whim, but forgot that he didn't take the key to open the door.

Before she came back, she specifically asked Qi Sizuo to help, and looked up the owner's information who bought the villa.

In addition to learning that the person who bought this villa never lived here, Qi Sizuo also told her that he once arranged for someone to hold the key she was holding and open the side door so that it could be opened.

He raised his head and looked at the window on one side, with a serious look on his face. If he wanted to enter the villa, it seemed that he had to climb in from this place.

Just do it.

Jiang Luyao squatted down, poured out all the contents in the bag, put the mobile phone on the side of the window, then found a few relatively large bricks in the corner, put the bricks into the bag, zipped it up, and walked to the window again. Before, exhausting all his strength, he smashed the bag containing the bricks towards the glass on the window.

"Kach... Kacha..." With the sound of Kacha Kacha, all the glass that was smashed into fragments and fell into it.

Smiling in satisfaction, stepping on the padded head, stretched out his hand to grab the window sill, and climbed in towards the open window.

When jumping from top to bottom, he failed to stand firmly and fell to the ground, with his right hand propping up on the glass shards.

The glass shards sank into the flesh, and Jiang Luyao made a sound in pain: "Hiss..."

His face was distorted by the pain, he paused, resisting the pain, stood up, walked to the switch on the side, and turned on the light: "Dah..."

With the light reflected, Jiang Luyao saw his hands, the palms of which were covered with shards of glass, and the blood was spreading out traces, which looked shocking and horrible.

I couldn't help but cursed in my heart!

From the looks of it, she had a bloody disaster that she couldn't escape today!
First, he was hurt by that Tang Jiaren and didn't say anything.

When I returned home, I was stabbed with glass.

Everything is not going well, and she is really depressed when she thinks about it.

At this moment, there was a pleasant ringing of the mobile phone from the window sill.

At this time, who will call her?

Is it Qi Sizuo, or the guy in America?

Walking over, tiptoeing, with uninjured hands, he touched the phone from the window sill, looked at the call, and it clearly showed that it was a local number.

Frowning, after she came back, she didn't seem to have told anyone her mobile phone number.

With hesitation, he slid the phone and put it to his ear, "Hello..."

"Where are you?" A deep voice came from the phone, with a cold tone mixed with warmth and eagerness.

Jiang Luyao could tell right away who was calling.

How did Qiao Mucheng know her mobile phone number?
"Jiang's old house." Jiang Luyao replied coldly.

She didn't know why she subconsciously told Qiao Mucheng where she was, but it was an instant reaction.

After speaking, even she was stunned.

"En." On the phone, after a few seconds of silence, there was a hum.

Just as Jiang Luyao was about to say something, the other party hung up the phone.

There was a "beep..." sound from the phone.

He took the mobile phone from his ear, looked at the mobile phone number, and cursed in a low voice, "Is this person mentally ill?"

Just such a call came, and after asking her where she was, she hung up the phone involuntarily.

Although they were only a couple in name, she did touch many of his bottom lines, but since the phone calls came, out of affection, it was time to ask her if the wound on her face had been healed, right?

At the very least, let her finish her sentence.

She just wanted to ask him Ah Qi's cell phone number, at least, call Ah Qi so that Ah Qi can come and save her.

After all, in the current situation, it is nonsense to want to go out. If she wants to grab the window edge with one hand and climb out, she feels that she does not have the arm strength.

Looking at the blacked-out phone, Jiang Luyao hesitated whether to call Qiao Mucheng again.

Want to call back?
Just when Jiang Luyao was hesitating, a picture suddenly appeared in his mind, which was the scene of him playing with himself in the afternoon.

Thinking of this scene, her arrogance and pride, which made her want to call him again, disappeared in an instant.

One must have a backbone, she felt, she would rather die than bow to him.

Thinking of this, he angrily picked up his phone and walked to the living room.

Go to the light switch in the living room and turn it on.

She was in a position where she could have a panoramic view of the entire living room. When Jiang Luyao saw the scene in front of her, she was completely stunned.

All the decorations are the same as when she left six years ago, and they have not changed at all.

Walking to the center of the living room, bent down, put the mobile phone on the wooden table, reached out and wiped the table, put it in front of my eyes, wiped the fingertips of the table, it was clean without any dust.

It seems that there are people here every day to clean.

What puzzled Jiang Luyao was, since the buyer never lived here, why did he arrange for someone to clean the place spotlessly?
Even the decorations are still the same as the Jiang family's previous decorations.

All of this made Jiang Luyao a little puzzled.

If she hadn't seen it with her own eyes, she would really feel that this villa was bought by the Jiang family.

But think about it, how is it possible?

The eldest sister, Jiang Xinyan, disappeared six years ago, and the other person who is also called "sister" is far away in the United States.

She never told herself that she bought the Jiang family's old house, let alone herself.

Therefore, the person who bought this villa made her full of curiosity.

After scanning for a week, Jiang Luyao stopped thinking about it and decided to find something to deal with his hands.

After looking at the second floor, she decided to go upstairs to find it.

Came to the room she lived in back then with ease, opened the door, walked to the dressing table, and opened the drawer casually.

A pack of cotton pads was quietly placed there, no matter whether it was expired or not, he picked up the cotton pads and walked outside.

Just as he went downstairs, before taking two more steps, Jiang Luyao was startled by the person sitting on the sofa.

Looking at it with fixed eyebrows, even though it was just a back view, Jiang Luyao knew it clearly.

How could he be here?

Or did he appear here in such a short time after hanging up the phone?

"Miss Jiang, has no one ever told you that breaking into a private house is illegal?" a cold voice said.

Qiao Mucheng was sitting on the sofa with his legs crossed, with his knuckles holding a goblet of red wine, shaking it back and forth, his eyes were scattered on the swaying red liquid in the glass, and he didn't even look at it. people behind.

Where Jiang Luyao couldn't see, his eyes were already full of waves.

He thought she had gone back to Bieyuan long ago, but he called Bieyuan and was told by Ah Qi that she hadn't gone back.

The moment he learned that she hadn't returned to the other garden, his heart was instantly suspended.

He knew that that feeling was a kind of fear.

A fear of losing something after getting it back.

Jiang Luyao frowned, and quickly assembled some information that was about to come out in his brain.

Glancing at the open living room door, my heart suddenly brightened.

"It seems that you are the behind-the-scenes buyer who bought this villa." Jiang Luyao sneered and said in a strange way.

"Are you surprised?" Qiao Mucheng asked without answering, and when he heard her voice, he tightened his grip on the base of the cup.

"It's a surprise, but it's not a surprise." Jiang Luyao walked to the sofa opposite him, sat down, looked at Qiao Mucheng, and said ambiguously.

Surprisingly, Qiao Mucheng bought this kind of villa, and even kept all the things in the villa as they were.

Not surprisingly, since Jiang's company has been bought by him, let alone a mere villa.