"Bring her up." A cold voice came from above her head, and a small sharp knife pierced Chu Qiao's heart, and she couldn't help but look up.

On the balcony on the second floor, the man had taken off his blazer, his sleeves were half rolled up, revealing his healthy wheat forearms, drinking a glass of red wine in his hand, and his handsome face was as cold as ice.

Chu Qiao couldn't help but tremble, such a man is really air-conditioner in summer.

Take her up, do you mean take her to Mo Yao's room? Beiying was stunned, and Chu Qiao had already walked into the bungalow one step ahead.

He wanted to stand there as a bamboo pole, but she didn't.

Beiying glanced up at Mo Yao again, the ice face had not changed for thousands of years, Beiying gritted his teeth and took Chu Qiao to Mo Yao's room.

Before entering the door, Chu Qiao thought that a domineering and arrogant man like Mo Yao and a man with a strong cushion should like the room layout in black tones, but he didn't expect the door to open, but what greeted him was a bright and simple style.

Only the bedding is deep sea blue, and all the others are mainly white.

The floor-to-ceiling windows of the balcony are wide open, and the wind blows in with the smell of humidity and heat, and the curtains under the curtains are flickered, and the colorful butterfly wings on the pattern dance in the wind in the sun, lifelike.

Mo Yao stood outside the window, her tall back facing her.

A tingling pain in his mind, like a pinprick in his head, made Chu Qiao twist his eyebrows, and two immature voices squeezed into his mind, stirring up a fragment in the depths of his memory, faintly emerging. Chu Qiao wanted to get closer, but the voice became more and more distant, and almost instantly, it disappeared along with the headache.

Chu Qiao rubbed his temples, and the pain disappeared without a trace, as if he had never been here.

"Seventh Master, someone brought it over." Beiying lowered his body and whispered, as if he was worried about startling the contemplative back outside the window, and he was extra careful in his words.

Chu Qiao was surprised.

"Let's go down." The voice was faint, but Chu Qiao sounded a little sentimental.

It seems to be a lost child, the loneliness of not being able to find the way home.

Chu Qiao raised his eyebrows, indicating that he did not understand. But she didn't care, now she just wanted to solve the problem of going home quickly, as for the man, they were now just a creditor and a debtor.

The creditor is unhappy, how can she be a debtor.

Beiying looked at Chu Qiao, wanted to speak and stopped, and after a while, turned around and left.

There was a thud, and it was the sound of the door slamming.

"Which, I want to ......" Chu Qiao wanted to say, I want to talk to you about the ransom.

"Go take a shower!" A heavy command came to his ears, and there was no hint of rebuttal.

Chu Qiao was stunned.

He lowered his head and looked at himself...... It's okay not to look at it, this time, it's really time to take a bath, the sour smell on her body, even she wants to vomit when she smells it. However, taking a bath, this is this man's room, Chu Qiao couldn't help but think of his current identity.

"You, here, are there any other rooms?" Chu Qiao asked tentatively.

"Lord doesn't like, unless you have the courage to bear the consequences."

What are the consequences? When the words almost came out of his mouth, Chu Qiao frowned and became shorter. This is someone else's territory, and her current status is just a woman bought from the slave market, a slave who is not even qualified to speak.

"There are bath towels in the bathroom."

When Chu Qiao was looking around, a cold voice with a gust of yin wind poured into his ears, which looked special and cool in summer.

Chu Qiao pursed his lips and walked in the direction of the bathroom.

A man who can see what others are doing without looking back, it's terrible!

After a while, there was a sound of rushing water from the bathroom, and Mo Yao turned around and walked in, looking at the direction of the bathroom with complicated eyes, and his deep eyes seemed to be looking at something through the bathroom. There was no trace of red wine in his hand, and for the first time, he felt that the taste of red wine would be so bitter and unpalatable.

The bedside phone rang, and he was slightly startled and picked it up.