Chapter: 1290

That time in the industrial area, Fu Xiaoyao was indeed still alive, and she came back three days ago.

Fortunately, the timing of Fu Xiaoyao's return was not good, she was the only one in the villa, so she could burn Fu Xiaoyao again later.

But this time, it didn't seem to go well, because until now, she still didn't know whether Fu Xiaoyao was dead or not.

In the past three days, she has been paying attention to the news on the Internet, and saw that there were indeed news reports that the building was destroyed by fire, but strangely, there was no news that the body was found inside. What does this mean? It means that Fu Xiaoyao may also be Still not dead!

If this is the case, the gods are so unreasonable, Fu Xiaoyao has been escaped several times, this luck is really enviable and jealous.

"What are you thinking?" Seeing the resentment in Qi Ya's eyes, Lu Hanchuan moved closer to her and said coldly.

Qi Ya was startled, and took a step back. The coffee in the tray shook, and two drops splashed out, just splashing on the back of her hand. She screamed when it was hot, and subconsciously let go of the tray in her hand. Just like that, it slid down and fell to the ground with the coffee cup on it.

The tray was ejected far away, and the coffee cup was even worse, breaking into several pieces, while the coffee inside was splashed all over the floor, and some even splashed onto Lu Hanchuan's trouser legs.

For a moment, the air was quiet and depressing.

Qi Ya was so frightened that she froze on the spot, not knowing what to do.

Only Qiao Mu was the first to react, and quickly squatted down to check Lu Hanchuan's legs, "Mr. Lu, are you okay? Are you not burned?"

"It's okay!" Lu Hanchuan put back the part of his trousers that he lifted up, and then ordered in a cold voice, "Throw this woman down for me, and let Aunt Song come up and clean it."

"Yes!" Qiao Mu replied.

Lu Hanchuan closed his eyes fiercely, suppressed the anger in his heart, walked towards the room without even looking at Qi Ya, and prepared to change his clothes.

Seeing him go, Qiao Mu breathed a sigh of relief, and turned his attention to Qi Ya, "You heard it just now, Boss Lu asked me to throw you down, but it's unrealistic to throw you down, so you still go on your own Bar."

Hearing this, Qi Ya finally turned around and looked at the direction Lu Hanchuan was leaving with flickering eyes, then lowered her head, covered the expression on her face, and walked downstairs.

When she got downstairs, she went straight into her own room without saying a word, then took out her mobile phone, went to the bathroom and made a call.

The connection was made very quickly, and the person on the other end teased in an extremely ugly and rough voice: "What a rare visitor, Miss Qi would actually call someone like me."

"Okay, young poor, I'm looking for your help with something. After that, two million!" Qi Ya lowered her voice.

The person on the other end paused for two seconds, and then a clear voice of swallowing saliva came, "Really two million?"

"Of course, you don't think I can't get it out?" Qi Ya snorted coldly.

The person at the other end smiled, "No, no, what a fortune Miss Qi is, what is a mere two million to you, and people like me are the rarest."

Qi Ya enjoyed being flattered by him, and she couldn't help showing a smug expression on her face, "Okay, shut up first, listen to me, I need a corpse, a twenty-five-year-old Left and right young female corpses."

"What?" The person on the other end was startled, "What do you want a dead body for?"

"What can be done, of course, is to lie to the sky!" Qi Ya narrowed her eyes. JrNovels.com