Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

  Chapter 1773 Rose Manor (62)

"…Um?"

  After being tortured for a long time, the person whose cheeks were still flushed was so tired that he couldn't open his eyes.

  Like a cat, humming softly, answering him.

  Mr. Qiao raised his lips slightly.

   didn't bother her any more, but gently touched her face and looked at her tenderly.

   I haven't spoken for a long time, and I don't know what I'm thinking.

   After a long time, he finally got up.

   Leave without a sound.

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  A bar where demons dance wildly.

  The dazzling lights are colorful and flickering crazily, and the singing on the dance floor is explosive and loud.

   Men and women, wearing thin clothes, flesh next to flesh, drinking and dancing.

  As if losing his mind, his face was full of crazy and trembling expressions.

  Sweat dripping, ketones spread all over.

  Smoky, smoking, white powder was sprinkled on the ground.

  There are unsightly and obscene scenes everywhere, and the sound is hard to hear.

   Dirty as hell.

  When Mr. Qiao came to this bar, he still had a calm and polite smile on his cool and white face.

   Smiling shallowly, followed by a group of bodyguards in black.

   Movement is graceful and gentle.

  Like flawless snowflakes in such filthy mud.

  In such a promiscuous bar, it seems extremely out of place.

   It makes people dare not have any contamination.

  The chaos in the bar was quickly cleaned up by the men in black.

  There was only one man left, with his upper body bare, and a woman's lip marks remained on his face.

  The good thing was interrupted like this, but he didn't dare to get angry at all, holding his clothes and standing there.

  Like a child who knows he has done something wrong, he stands a little awkwardly.

   From time to time, he raised his head and looked at Mr. Qiao who was slowly sitting on the stool.

   Didn't even dare to say a word.

   Fortunately, Mr. Qiao is noble and elegant, and after marriage, his temper is even more gentle and friendly, and he is lenient to others.

  He sat there, smiling, shallowly, looking at him.

  The chaotic lights in the bar shone on him, making his appearance as snow-like and flawless.

  Like a **** descended from the sky, with a harmless and gentle aura, and a polite demeanor.

  But it always makes people feel like surrendering.

   Very strong, unspeakably strong.

  Qiao Zhenting didn't dare to look at him, he just kept his throat stiff.

   "Brother... why are you here?"

   "It's the company, what happened?"

  The gentle Mr. Qiao smiled slightly, his eyes were deep and deep.

   "I'm here to find you."

   Qiao Zhenting looked up at him, "...that is... what did I do wrong?"

  He was always afraid of him for no reason.

  Even though, Mr. Qiao never did anything to him.

  The noble and elegant Mr. Qiao smiled slightly, but did not speak.

   Only raised his hand, his slender and warm fingers were exceptionally white and beautiful under the dazzling light.

  It is as beautiful as a work of art carefully crafted by God.

  He didn't speak, but the people behind him had already moved, pulling a woman over.

  The woman was trembling with her hair loose.

  He lowered his head and covered his stomach. In such an atmosphere, he couldn't even utter a word.

  Just like a timid mouse, shrinking back without raising its head.

   It seems that the spirit is a little strange.

   Qiao Zhenting froze when he saw her.

   Obviously the woman didn't look up, but he seemed to have recognized who she was.

   His face changed, he dropped his clothes, and walked over immediately.

"Meiya!"

   "What's wrong with you? Meiya! I've been looking for you, Meiya!"

  (end of this chapter)