"And I won't agree to her request to meet in the future."

After the man finished speaking, his slender hands pinched her shoulders and explained excitedly.

Qiao Yimo moved his fingertips slightly, his face paled, and after a long time he uttered a soft word, "It hurts."

"What's the matter?" Leng Jie noticed that something was wrong with her.

Injured shoulder?

Lengjuan immediately opened her clothes to look at the wound.

Qiao Yimo panicked.

He immediately stepped back, his voice low and indifferent: "In the restaurant, I accidentally bumped into the waiter."

Intuition tells the man that things are not that simple.

He looked flustered and said: "Momo, go back to the room, I will rub it for you."

Facing the man's insistence, Qiao Yimo was helpless, "I am a doctor, don't I know my physical condition?"

"But........."

Qiao Yimo had no choice but to take the initiative to hold his hand, and then sat in the restaurant, "What about the soup you said, I want to drink it."

At the end of the conversation, the man frowned and said to the chef on the side: "Heat the soup."

"Yes."

The night was bitter, and after bursts of blowing, the man's undulating heart finally fell.

And he finally had time to calm down and think.

Leng Jiu quietly looked at the girl waiting for the meal at the table, his eyes fell on her shoulder again, and his phoenix eyes narrowed slightly.

If I remember correctly, Qingqing's shoulder was also injured, and it was still bruised by a bullet.

If his sense of smell is really wrong, he also smelled a medicine for metal abrasions on Momo's body just now.

Suddenly, he remembered the kiss again, and then his eyes moved to her pale lips.

That touch should not go wrong!

It was almost one o'clock in the morning after supper.

Qiao Yimo stretched his waist and prepared to go upstairs to sleep.

Before he could get up, the man beside him said indifferently: "I'll ask you for a day off. I'll take a day off tomorrow. Don't go to school."

Qiao Yimo thought for a while, then nodded, "All right, then I'll go upstairs first."

"Um."

The man stopped and stared at Qiao Yimo's back, his eyes sinking slightly.

*

In the study.

The man leaned on the black leather chair and rubbed his eyebrows.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door outside.

Leng Tiong sat upright and said coldly, "Come in."

I saw Bo Hua approaching tremblingly, "Master Tired."

He raised his eyes coldly and indifferently, his voice was low and hoarse, "Is there anything found at the scene? Who sent those killers?"

Bo Hua shook his head helplessly, "The scene is in a mess, there are no clues at all, and there is no evidence to find out."

He had expected this result a long time ago.

Since the other party is here prepared, naturally he will not leave any clues.

Moreover, the damage on the scene is so severe that there is no sign of surviving at all.

As for whether these assassins came for him or Qingqing, it is even more unknown.

Compared with these, he still has a doubt in his heart, and he wants to know the truth behind this doubt.

"Bo Hua." The man sitting in the black leather office chair called, his voice a little confused and puzzled.

"Master Tired, you say." Bo Hua bowed respectfully.

"Do you believe........ Are there two people who are exactly the same everywhere except their looks?"

Bo Hua's pupils opened slightly, "Master Tired, what do you mean?"

Is Lord Tired talking about Miss Qiao and Qingqing?

Next, what the man said confirmed Bo Hua's idea.

I saw him say: "Momo racing is very powerful, and Qingqing will do too." JrNovels.com