The only favorite of the wealthy: the black-bellied president is busy chasing his wife

"What did you say?"

Feng Qingqing heard a servant say that Jiang Xiangxiang took Jun Yao for a walk alone, and refused to let them follow, Feng Qingqing immediately realized that something was wrong.

"I... I said, I said that Miss would not let us follow."

"Crack!" Feng Qingqing slapped her on the face: "Didn't I tell you to follow?"

"I...we..." The servant covered his face, lowered his head, tears were about to flow down, unable to speak.

Feng Qingqing was in a hurry, watching the two people who didn't live up to expectations and beckoned for a sentry: "You go and get the young lady back."

"Yes!"

Feng Qingqing continued to ask the servant: "Which direction did Miss take that little bastard?"

"Flowers...gardens."

After the servant finished speaking, Feng Qingqing waved her robe and went towards the garden.

As soon as I arrived in the garden, I happened to meet Jiang Xiangxiang.

Jiang Xiangxiang shuddered in fright, stood there in a daze, and then put on a smile on her face: "Mom...Mom, why are you here?"

Feng Qingqing saw that there were no people around Jiang Xiangxiang, not even a dog.

"Where did that brat go?" Feng Qingqing yelled at Jiang Xiangxiang impatiently.

Jiang Xiangxiang froze for a moment, faltered, turned her big eyes and said: "My things fell into the lake in the garden, so I asked him to go down and help me pick them up, but they still haven't come up after a long time, I think Come here if you're bored."

The smile on Jiang Xiangxiang's face was natural and kind, and she really couldn't tell that she was lying.

But how could Feng Qingqing not know what kind of person her daughter is, and walked towards Jiang Xiangxiang: "You'd better pray that he hasn't gone far."

The cold tone reminded Jiang Xiangxiang of trembling when she remembered that she made a mistake and was locked up by Feng Qingqing.

Looking again, Feng Qingqing had gone far away.It was the direction where Jiang Xiangxiang led Junyao away, Jiang Xiangxiang gasped, she thought Feng Qingqing didn't know this place at all.

Now it seems that I already knew it.

Jiang Xiangxiang was beating drums in her heart, and she only hoped that Jun Yao could run as far as possible, but Jun Yao had only walked for less than an hour, no matter how fast he was still injured, where could he go sooner.

Only then did Jiang Xiangxiang realize that the two servants must have been talking too much. She made a mistake and didn't think of it.

Over there, Jun Manli was lying in the dog cage, with a needle inserted into her body, receiving fluids and blood.

His complexion has improved a lot, and his mind has regained some clarity.She murmured: "Xiaoyao...Xiaoyao..." No one answered, and the scene of Junyao being taken away by Jiang Xiangxiang just now vaguely flashed in Jun Manli's mind, and she immediately opened her eyes.

Looking around, there was nothing in the cold dungeon, only an iron pillar that was used to hang her just now.

Looking at the place she was in again, it was you in a cage. She just wanted to sit up, but found that she was so short that she couldn't sit upright, she could only bow her waist, and there was a stench.

Jun Manli immediately called out: "Xiaoyao, Xiaoyao, Xiaoyao..."

"What are you shouting for? You're dead!" A guard outside the door shouted impatiently at Jun Manli.

Jun Manli felt chills: "What? What did you say? Xiao Yao died? How could it be? How could it be possible?"

Jun Manli couldn't believe it, she clasped her hands on the iron cage and shouted, "Brother outside, I beg you, tell me, what's wrong with my son? What's wrong?"

"Why are you arguing? If you keep arguing, I'll kill you!" The door of the cell was opened, and a tall, thick, and ugly man walked in, looking at Jun Manli fiercely.