The second male who guards silently, you can't afford it

Hearing this terrifying voice, Shao Qihan's heart seemed to be torn out by force. He called Murong Jiu again, but only heard a mechanical female voice coming from the receiver.

In the end what happened?Shao Qihan kept asking himself, the harsh braking sound just now was definitely not a mishearing, the most terrifying and most likely guess was in front of him—Ajiu had a car accident.

Shao Qihan was flustered, he kept calling Uncle Dai, but when the old man rushed to him, he just opened his mouth, unable to speak.

"Master Han, did you call me?" Dai Shu looked at the unusual Shao Qihan and asked suspiciously.

Shao Qihan closed his mouth, shook his head and said again: "It's nothing serious, it's just that Ah Jiu just called to say that he won't be coming back for dinner tonight.

"Oh," Dai Shu nodded, and asked again: "What about Master Han? Are you still planning to have dinner at home?"

"No need." Shao Qihan smiled bitterly and said, "Uncle Dai and Mama Rong will just eat, I'll go pick up Ajiu now."

Uncle Dai frowned a little strangely, but he could only explain the weirdness by using Shao Qihan's good relationship with his young master, so he responded, "Okay." Then he backed out to find the man who was still busy in the kitchen. His mother told her about it.

After waiting for Uncle Dai to leave, Shao Qihan immediately went upstairs and returned to his room. He checked his address book with his mobile phone, clicked on a person's name and dialed the phone. After a while, someone answered the call on the other end of the phone.

"Shao Zi, what's the matter? Did you miss me hahahahahaha—" Before Shao Qihan could speak, a series of hearty laughter came from the receiver, which made Shao Qihan's mood worse.

"Okay, help me check the surveillance around the Luo family's main house in the suburbs." Shao Qihan said irritably.

"The Luo family? What are you checking them for?" The man on the other end of the phone stopped joking and asked in surprise.

"It's not Luo's house," Shao Qihan suppressed the restlessness and anxiety in his heart, and patiently described: "It's a black Maybach 62S, starting from near Luo's house, just find out where this car is now."

"Okay, I see, you wait." The man hung up the phone after leaving a simple sentence, obviously busy for Shao Qihan's request.

Shao Qihan could only pace back and forth in the room uneasily with his mobile phone on his hands, raising his hand to look at his watch from time to time. As time passed, he became more and more anxious.

Fortunately, his friend had enough knowledge and was efficient enough, so he called again soon. Shao Qihan put on his coat while listening to the other party.

"I found it. The car hit a row of roadblocks at a turning intersection more than ten minutes ago, but there seemed to be no problem. It stopped on the side of the road for 2 minutes and continued to drive."

At this moment, Shao Qihan finally breathed a sigh of relief, only then did he realize that his back was icy cold, and he asked in an extremely weak tone: "Can you see where it is going?"

"I don't know," the man on the other end of the phone pondered for a moment and then said, "But look at this direction, it's always heading towards the city."

Hearing this, Shao Qihan's heart arose again. Although his driver's license was repeatedly deducted, he is also a person who can drive and likes to drive. He knows the local road traffic very well, and he is familiar with some suburban areas with little traffic. The highway is even more clear, because he likes to pick this kind of lane with good road surface when he was racing with some friends and friends since he was a child.

And Shao Qihan knew that although Luo's main house and Murong's villa were in two different areas, they didn't need to go through the urban area at all.

Where is Ah Jiu going?Even if there is really no major problem, I still have to go to the hospital to take a picture!

Shao Qihan was extremely annoyed. While stuffing the wallet and car keys on the bedside table into his pocket, he said coldly to his mobile phone: "Keep an eye on that car and send the route to my navigation!"

Murong Jiu really didn't have any major problems, just a little dizzy, which is the aftereffect of the violent impact on his arm.

The collision just now only hit the front of the car with a groove, and the paint on the car was scraped off.

Murong Jiu pressed his forehead and got out of the car. He took a look at the street where the sky was already dark and the lights had just come on. He turned around and strode into a bar by the side of the road.

The lights in the bar were ambiguous, and the smell was sweet. Although the sky was completely dark at this time, the bar was already full of people.

In every place, there are always a few areas where people enjoy the night, and there are always some people who like to go to these places early and party until late at night. This bar happens to be located in such a place, and these people in the bar happen to be This is the kind of person who likes to have fun.

It's not that Murong Jiu doesn't know what kind of people come to this kind of fun, and what kind of people are in the Gold Cave, but now he doesn't care about these, he just wants to drink.

Murong Jiu doesn't smoke, and he still likes alcohol, but at this moment, he just wants to use alcohol to numb himself.

He walked through the glass wall, walked around a couple who were kissing passionately, and went directly to the bar to sit down.

"Absolut Vodka." Murong Jiu put his elbows on the cold bar, tilted his head and gestured "one" to the bartender brother. Before he took a sip, his eyes were slackened as if drunk. .

The bartender smiled slightly, and he didn't ask whether the gesture represented a glass or a bottle. He walked directly to the nanmu shelf on the other side, took out a bottle of wine, opened it with a corkscrew and placed it on the bar, and then scooped it out of the freezer. A few square ice cubes, poured into a glass.

Murong Jiu sat on a red lacquered black leather high stool, stretched out his hand to pour Jin Che's spirits into a flat glass, the crystal clear ice was churning in the amber liquid, bringing up a series of small bubbles , It took a long time to return to peace unwillingly.

Murong Jiu held up the glass, looked up at the ice cubes surrounded by air bubbles, and showed a very shallow smile.

He felt that like these surrounded ice cubes, he was gradually being melted by some kind of substance unwillingly, and ushered in death.

Truth, the name of this substance is truth.

After living a new life, what he gained the most is probably the truth.

Whether it's Bai Xiaoxi, the woman I loved so much in my previous life, or the people in the Luo family who I thought were blood relatives in my previous life, they all turned out to be fake.

That's all, what saddens him the most is that even his mother is a fake.

What is mother to him?It was the sweet and warm time of childhood, the hatred and hatred for his father, the last straw he could grasp.

In his previous life, Murong Jiu lost his friend Shao Qihan for many years, Bai Xiaoxi whom he loved so much, and his kind and kind mother, Uncle Dai. He lost many things, but he didn't lose his mother alone.

For Murong Jiu who lost his mother at a young age, his mother did not leave, instead she kept watching him from a distance.

But now Murong Jiu found that he was not the child of that gentle and loving woman, and when he knew this fact, he had already lost her.

Murong Jiu tipped his glass and took a sip of the wine, the overflowing liquid dripped down his chin, but he didn't notice it.

A fire burned in his stomach.

Alcoholic drink is not like this, but when Murong Jiu drank like this, no one would laugh at him for being unprofessional, because the men and women around him focused on his tightly closed eyes, warm red lips, and protruding lips. Adam's apple.

Murong Jiu didn't know that as soon as he entered this bar, he attracted the blazing gazes of most people on the sofa seats around the bar counter.

These people are already a little ready to move.

The regular customers who linger in this kind of place for many years have long cultivated a pair of piercing eyes. For them, a person's face does not only show the degree of beauty or ugliness of the person, but also represents whether the person is their prey; A person's clothing does not just show the person's dressing style, but also represents whether the person can become their prey.

In their eyes, Murong Jiu has the most beautiful face and has become the prey they are chasing after, but looking at his clothes, he has an unusual identity and status, so many people have given up their eagerness to move.

Another small group of people have already tried to turn their eagerness into actual action, because they are confident enough that this person has become their own prey.

In this circle, modesty and comity are not commendable virtues, so the bartender saw that there were already three good-looking, hot-figure women whispering to their friends, and then holding wine glasses and swaying. Walked into the bar with a snake waist.

The bartender smiled again, already waiting for a good show.

If other people only have piercing eyes, then this handsome, tall bartender already has a third eye, and he has already seen that the outstanding man in front of him is in an extremely bad mood.

The wine has already been drunk for the second time, and the bartender suspects that the man is ready to spit it out at any time.

A woman who wants to conquer a man will never stop easily, but these three stunners with their own strengths have already stopped. They obsessively cling to the wine glass, watching their prey being captured by another person.

Strangely, they felt no jealousy, only deep regret, because this man was stronger than all three of them combined.

This person is a man.

There was a seductive satanic smile on this blond man's face, his arms were wrapped around Murong Jiu's waist, his lips were pressed against Murong Jiu's side face, and he spit out heart-wrenching words.

"Drinking alone, isn't it uncomfortable? Mr. Murong?"

And Shao Qihan, who came here with a sullen handsome face and panting, just happened to see this scene that made him burn with anger.

The author has something to say: Oh, the same scene always likes to repeat, life is so dramatic!

Guess who is this man who molested Ah Jiu?