Li Wanqing had to hang her arms with regret, and she had been crawling and rolling in the circle for so many years, this man was her first heartbeat.

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Half an hour later, Feng Hao left the hotel early, and at this time, it started to rain lightly outside.

The driver came over and opened the door, Feng Hao raised his eyes to look at the wet ground under the steps, and was just about to get into the car when he heard someone shouting behind him.

"Mr. Feng, please wait a minute!" It was Li Wanqing, carrying the hem of her long skirt, walking in a hurry, followed by her assistant.

Feng Hao looked back at her, the corners of his mouth hooked slightly, with a trace of evil charm that could almost make a woman scream, and his handsome eyes also waved a little coldness.

"Something?" he asked.

"Can you trouble Mr. Feng to send me back to the Langston Hotel?" Li Wanqing's tone was very calm, and she couldn't hear any deliberate flattery.

Outside the hotel, the temperature plummeted due to rain. Li Wanqing couldn't help but shudder, and the assistant behind her hurriedly stepped forward and draped the thin silk shawl over her shoulders.

Feng Hao glanced at her slightly, and got into the car first.

Li Wanqing saw that he didn't agree or object, and was stunned at the moment.

Of course, Zhu Huan knew what the master meant, stepped forward to make a gesture, and said politely: "Miss Li, please get in the car!"

Suddenly, Li Wanqing breathed a sigh of relief and got into the car with her skirt.

"Thank you, Mr. Feng!" After getting into the car, she turned her head to look at Feng Hao and said with a smile. Inside the beautiful big eyes are filled with infinite worship and joy.

Feng Hao didn't say anything, leaned his head on the back of the chair, and turned his head to look out the window.

Li Wanqing also saw that the man next to her obviously didn't care about herself, otherwise she should have been allowed to get in the car first. But no matter what, being able to sit in his car and sit next to him has made her very satisfied.

After the car drove for a distance, Li Wanqing asked casually: "Mr. Feng, why didn't you see Miss Gu today?"

"I'm not familiar with her!" Feng Hao replied lightly.

Li Wanqing secretly rejoiced when she heard it, but she didn't show it on her face, it was her ability to observe words and looks, so Feng Hao didn't speak, and she obediently didn't bother him.

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Early in the morning, the Gu family villa.

In the bedroom on the second floor, Gu Qianyu woke up from his sleep and felt that his face was wet and itchy.

She moved her neck, feeling how hairy her neck was, and she reached out in a daze to wipe her face, and the sticky-sticky liquid-body touched her hand.

"What's going on?" Gu Qianyu muttered, are you still dreaming?

She opened her eyes and looked at her hands, which were full of fishy and red in one hand.

Blood?

It's bright red, steaming blood!

"Ahh The floral pillow was full of bright red and frightening chicken blood.

"Ahh

She screamed again, jumped up from the bed in fright, and unnoticed, wrapped herself in the sheets, and fell heavily to the floor.

Subconsciously, she reached out to support the floor, and her palm pressed against a hairy mass, and she looked down to see that it was a dead chicken with a twisted neck.

At this time, she couldn't even scream, her whole body was paralyzed, and she couldn't move.

Her bedroom is in the style of a princess's room, the furniture is white, and the sheets and quilts are all light floral and lace-silk trimmed on a white background. The color is so clean, and it was terrifying and terrifying to be dyed by those two dead chickens with blurred flesh and blood.

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