The sheets have no body odor, but there is a faint smell of laundry detergent.

Explain that this bed has just had its sheets changed and no one has slept on it.

The room was very quiet, but the slight noise of vehicles could be faintly heard, which meant that she was in a building facing the street.

Miao Teng'er's memory still stays in Fujiawan Villa. She waited for Fu Qingyang in the guest room, suddenly went into a trance, and then lost consciousness.

Who kidnapped me?

A person like her who is talented but not top-notch and does not hold an official position will hardly be targeted by evil professions.

To be able to kidnap her quietly, it must be the high level of the evil organization. The high level won't deal with an "ordinary" weak woman and break into Fu Qingyang's villa just to kidnap her?

Benefits and risks are not proportional at all.

What Miao Teng'er thought of was the political enemies of her grandfather and uncle, she had encountered such things before.

At this time, the pinna of her ear moved slightly, and she caught a slight "didi" sound, which was the sound of the room card swiping open the door.

I'm in the hotel. Miao Tenger understands where she is.

"Are you awake?"

A strange, hoarse voice came, followed by light footsteps.

Someone stepped on the soft carpet and walked towards the bed.

Miao Teng'er tensed up all over.

The man stopped by the bed and reached out to take off the blindfold on her face.

There was no light in the room, and the only source of light was the streetlight shining in through the floor-to-ceiling windows.

Miao Teng'er raised her head and looked at the person beside the bed, "Who are you and why are you tied up?"

When she saw the man's appearance clearly, her mind was "buzzed", like a thunderclap!

Standing beside the bed was a young man with ordinary facial features and a smile on the corner of his mouth. He seemed to be in high spirits, but there was an unspeakable vicissitudes in the depths of his brows.

Demon Lord!

Miao Teng's thoughts exploded, with thousands of thoughts and chaos, and the same chaos as thoughts are emotions, excitement, sadness, joy, pain, longing, ups and downs, all rushing up.

It has been almost a year since the demon king returned to the spiritual realm. During this year, she pretended not to care, pretended to grit her teeth, and sneered at him in front of her elders.

But only I know that her longing has never stopped, and her pain and sorrow have never faded away.

Day and night, she misses that ungrateful, ungrateful, yet gentle heartbreaker.

Tears instantly blurred the eyes and flowed over the cheeks, Miao Teng'er stared at the familiar face obsessively, choked up and said:

"you you"

She wanted to say, aren't you dead?

The words got stuck in his throat, and the tears flowed even more fiercely.

Tsk tsk, what a pitiful one. When Teng'er was crying, she had a certain charm. I seriously suspect that the reason why the devil likes to bully her is because the man beside the bed raised his eyebrows and said in his unique hoarse voice: JrNovels.com