As soon as the words fell, Sang Jiaojiao suddenly gasped for breath, her body curled up involuntarily, and her eyes were full of deep negative emotions.

Xiao Yue's pupils shrank, and there was a deep meaning hidden in her eyes, and she suddenly reached out and stunted Sang Jiaojiao with a hand knife, and carried her back to the room.

Lying on the bed without moving, Sang Jiaojiao's face was pale, her brows were furrowed, her mouth was tightly pursed, and her face was full of pain, as if she had fallen into a deep nightmare.

At this time, she was pitiful and fragile.

Xiao Yueyan looked at Sang Jiaojiao on the bed, and his expression was a pity that he didn't know about. After a long time, he tucked the quilt and got up and went to the study.

Heavy curtains blocked out most of the sunlight, and the study was dimly lit with a real man's expression.

The man reclined in his chair, the smoke from his fingertips flickering with the flickering fire, his slender fingers fiddling with the phone in his hand, and after thinking for a long time, he dialed the call.

"Check out the Sang family for me and send me the information as soon as possible. His voice was cold, chilling to the bone.

An hour later, Xiao Yueyan looked at the information coming from his mobile phone, his deep pupils glowing faintly, and a few words were written on the screen:

"The fourth lady of the original Sang family, Sang Jiaojiao, was imprisoned by her third brother Sang Yan, tortured, broke her spine, and shattered the bones of her left hand, and sent to Xingyueyu. ”

Ember Moon's fingers grossed across the screen.

I don't know how long it took, "hiss......"

Sang Jiaojiao struggled out of the messy bed, scratched her hair, and her delicate little face crumpled.

"My head hurts... I guess I wasn't beaten by the Moonmoon Ember yesterday..."

"Who beat you up?"

The man crossed his arms and sat casually on the sofa next to the bed, glancing at her with a smile.

Sang Jiaojiao covered her face and said vaguely: "Who else can there be, isn't it that ...... the thug?"

As if sensing something, she jerked her head up and looked at the people beside her.

"Owl... Brother Xiao... When did you come......"

Immediately, she put on a dog-legged face, rolled to the side of the bed, hugged Xiao Yueyan's arm, and leaned her face up to coquettishly: "Brother Xiao, my head hurts so much." ”

Ember pushed her away mercilessly.

Sang Jiaojiao pursed her lips, and simply turned over and got out of bed to find medicine.

Xiao Yueyan watched Sang Jiaojiao rummaging through the cabinets in the room, and couldn't help but mock: "Now that I know that it hurts, couldn't it be that I pretended to be on Xingyueyu before." ”

Sang Jiaojiao's hand kept moving, and he muttered in a low voice: "Actually, I'm afraid of pain......"

Xiao Yue's heart collapsed inexplicably, and it seemed to be dripping with water.

He coughed lightly: "Don't look for it, there is no medicine here, you come here." ”

Sang Jiaojiao obediently came over, sat down on the floor at his feet, and looked at him suspiciously.

Xiao Yueyan looked at her moist and confused eyes, couldn't help but look sideways, gently leaned Sang Jiaojiao's head on her thigh, and her slender fingers covered the soft hair, and rubbed it.

Sang Jiaojiao's eyes widened in surprise, this, is this still the Owl Moon Ash.

The feeling on her head was so comfortable that Sang Jiaojiao couldn't help but close her eyes, and a smile hung on the corner of her mouth.

She leaned lightly on the knee of the Moon, her expression was calm, and her long soft hair was around the Moonmoon's legs......

Sang Ruoruo over there was still obsessed with the man he met, and couldn't help but dial the phone number of the private detective.

Soon after, a thin piece of paper was delivered to Sang Ruoruo's hand.

"Ember ...... the Moon"