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In Qiao Weihuan's dark eyes, the two clusters of mellow lights were clearly extinguished.

Feeling that the bed was light, Charlotte walked away with light steps, closing the door by the way. Qiao Weihuan pinched the corner of the pillow and slowly closed her eyes.

Outside the door, the servant guarding the door raised her eyes and saw Charlotte passing by without squinting, and followed silently.

"I've done as you told me."

Charlotte smiled coldly and stepped up the steps.

……

Yorkshire.

The old dry tree swayed in the wind, the remaining yellow leaves fell to the ground, and the black wheels ran over mercilessly, crushing it into pieces.

In the car, the blonde man was hunched over, his chin resting on his cane, and his deep sea-like eyes stared out of the car window.

The driver whispered, "Sir, he's dead." ”

Ash smiled unexpectedly and nodded approvingly, "The Demville guards are loyal. ”

He grabbed someone over, poured medicine and removed his chin, and threw him into the basement as a dumpling, but this person can still find an opportunity to "donate his life", which is worthy of his praise.

Ash's long white fingers rubbed against the smooth surface of the cane, "Go back." ”

The car slowly turned around, and the driver casually glanced to the right, and said in surprise: "Sir, look, it looks like the Duke of Demville." ”

Ash narrowed his eyes slightly, slowly narrowing his expression.

It's a secluded alley, the back alley of a house. The man in the suit looked up at the window on the second floor, took out his mobile phone and contacted his companion: "She is very peaceful, there is no problem." ”

After hanging up the phone, the man in the suit squatted on the ground, took out a hamburger from his arms, and prepared to fill his stomach. He opened the wrapping paper and opened his mouth to take a bite, but his keen instinct made him look up suddenly.

In the slow-moving car, the windows were lowered, and the pale-skinned man smiled at him wantonly, his middle and index fingers pressed together, and the fingertips were pointed at him at a distance.

It was the last sight he saw in his waking state.

The driver put away the anesthetic gun, cautiously kicked the burly body lying on the ground, and saw that the man in the suit did not react, so he bent down and tied him up, dragged him to the trunk and stuffed it in, and then got into the car and drove away.

In that mottled building, the window on the second floor of the suit that the man in the suit had seen, the white-haired old maid opened the curtains, and the deep face of the ravine flashed by the window.

The tall figure hanging in place is gone?

The old servant put down his hand in confusion, got up from his chair tremblingly, walked around the room a few times, and then opened the curtains again to look at it.

No one.

The old maid waited for another hour in disbelief, and at last opened the window, and looked around the back alley against the edge of the bed to make sure that the person watching her was really not there. She turned and put on her old coat, carefully pushed open the door, and eagerly left the building, her small back scurrying out of the alley.

Ash didn't expect that he would meet He Zhengxiao's guards here. Originally, the one he caught in the manor didn't really matter whether he was dead or alive, as long as it was someone from Demville, Nalit could identify it.

However, now that he has encountered a lonely person, he has no reason to let it go. And the last call made by the man in the suit caused everyone to know that he had been taken away. I didn't know that the old maid had already left and even returned to Manchester.

Even He Zhengxiao didn't expect what kind of effect the butterfly brought out by the slight instigation of its wings this time.

At this moment, he sat in a large satin chair with luxurious luxury, his long legs overlapping elegantly, and his slender fingers lit the table in a rhythmic and unhurried manner. The lips were just the right curvature, and the dark eyes swept over the two ends of the long table, and the deep light of the eyes immediately stopped the chattering scene on the table.

"As you should know, I don't like flashy speeches. You can make what you just said in a more appropriate setting, such as ......"

There was silence on the table, and no one dared to speak anymore, silently waiting for his next step.

He Zhengxiao's long upper body gently leaned on the back of the chair, his long fingers pinched the slender waist of the goblet, shook the wine in the glass gently, and said slowly: "Christmas Eve." ”

Everyone held their breath and immediately understood the deep meaning of Duke Demville.

Labour people were there, and it was clear to everyone that every year the House of Commons parliament ends on Christmas Eve. In other words, they are going to use the most logical language on Christmas Eve to remove from the stage those who should not continue to stand on the stage.

The profound banquet ended the moment He Zhengxiao got up, and everyone stood up and watched the man's majestic back leave, which was an indescribable sigh of relief.

This behind-the-scenes helper finally came to the stage, and it was an earth-shattering arrangement......

But they, like the Duke of Demville, were ready.

Outside the door, Uncle Zhong was listening to the phone, and when he saw him come out, he immediately turned around, held down the microphone and handed the mobile phone over, "Young Master, the young lady called and asked when you would go back." ”

He Zhengxiao slowly straightened his gloves and took the phone with his long fingers.

Qiao Weihuan didn't hear Uncle Zhong's voice for a long time, and looked at the screen in confusion, "Uncle Zhong, are you still there?" ”

After a squirming sound, the voice on the other end changed from old to low and magnetic, "How's the wound recovering, huh?" ”

Qiao Weihuan instantly heard He Zhengxiao's voice, she reflexively moved her fingers, and was stunned for a moment before nodding her head, and finally remembered that He Zhengxiao couldn't see it again......

She touched the tip of her nose in embarrassment, "It's good, it doesn't hurt much." ”

He Zhengxiao's side was very quiet, and his steady footsteps and slow voice were heard in his ears, which was very real and clear.

It seemed that there was no distance of three hundred kilometers, and as soon as she looked up, she could crash into those night-colored eyes.

Qiao Weihuan raised his eyes, feeling that this action was a bit silly, so he forcibly endured it, and asked him in a soft voice: "Uncle Zhong said that you are in London, won't you come back recently?" ”

She heard He Zhengxiao's low laughter, and her mellow voice dragged the words into a long voice, "Huanhuan, you can be more honest." ”

Just now, Uncle Zhong said that He Zhengxiao may not go back for the time being, and now she is simply speechless...... Not really, she still wants to talk to He Zhengxiao about life in person.

Qiao Weihuan did psychological construction, relaxed his shoulders with relief, and put the phone on the side of his face to hang, "Yes, I miss you...... When will you be back? ”

"Not in the past few days, you should be good in the manor."

"How many days will it take to get back?"

He Zhengxiao's footsteps paused slightly, put one hand into his trouser pocket, stood tall in front of the window, and did not speak for a long time.

Just when Qiao Weihuan was puzzled, she heard a voice: "Huanhuan." ”

Then I heard a small tapping on the microphone.

Qiao Weihuan could almost imagine that the man's lips had a good curvature, and his long finger tapped the microphone slightly, waiting for her to send it to the door......

She smiled, pouted with her eyes half-open, and "poofed" into the microphone lightly.

After that, there was a strange silence on both sides.

Qiao Weihuan tensed his calves, feeling that he was pressed by a ghost just now, so he did this kind of thing!

It happened that the mobile phone vibrated and a call came in, she quickly stabilized the crumbling mobile phone, and dropped a sentence with a hot face: "I have a call coming in...... Hang up first. ”

After speaking, he hurriedly cut off the call, leaving a large embarrassed "beep" sound.

Uncle Zhong raised his eyes and saw his young master put down his mobile phone, his deep eyebrows stretched, and a real smile climbed into the corner of his eyes, together with the soft light of the corridor lamp, making the night at the bottom of his eyes gentle.

Qiao Weihuan quickly answered the new call, his breathing had not completely calmed down, and he didn't see the number clearly, "Hello?" ”

"Madame, your mother wants to talk to you on the phone."

Qiao Weihuan held her breath slightly and answered in a low voice.

Soon Qiao's mother's voice came: "Huan'er, didn't you say that we would go to see Vivian in a few days?" It's been a few days, have you forgotten about it? ”

The word "Mom" swirled around her mouth, but Qiao's mother panted and continued: "You, you still let them watch me and don't let me go out, don't you want me to see Vivian?!" ”

"No, Mom, I'm ......"

Hurt.

Originally, she planned to go to Xu's house by herself first, and the shop should be laid first, so as not to be too stimulated by Qiao's mother there, and she couldn't let Qiao's mother face Mrs. Xu and Vivian by herself. I didn't expect it to be so badly injured, so this matter was delayed.

However, Qiao's mother didn't give her a chance to speak at all, she squeezed the microphone tightly and said loudly, "Why don't you let me out?" What idea did you hit when I didn't know?! If you want to come to Manchester, you will push three and four, and now you won't let me see Vivian, do you think that I am not good to you, so you stop me from seeing your sister, and you feel comfortable? ”

Qiao's mother seemed to be extremely angry, and the maid suppressed her face, but her loose facial skin was still twitching, which made the maid next to her tremble, and couldn't help but say: "You dissipate your anger, I don't think Madame will mean this......"

"What do you know?!"

Qiao's mother suddenly turned her head to stare at the maid, and pointed to the microphone with one hand, "She has had a lot of ideas since she was a child, and she dares to do anything quietly, and it's not unusual to stop me now!" There are many eyes, who knows what she thinks......"

Seeing the servant's unbelievable face, Qiao's mother suddenly remembered that this was Duke Demville's person, and with difficulty stabilizing her emotions, she asked Qiao Weihuan in a cold voice: "How long do you want to delay, and whether you want me to see Vivian?!" ”

The wound on her back was already not very painful, but now she suddenly had a strong sense of existence, wrapped in layers of gauze, Qiao Weihuan could still feel that a big hole had been opened in that place, and the fine cold wind passed through it, gradually freezing her hands and feet.

Qiao Weihuan slowly closed her eyes and said calmly: "Mom, give me three days, and I'll ...... after three days."

The doctor said she couldn't move yet, and she estimated that in three days, she would be able to move almost freely.

However, Qiao's mother refused to even give this little time.

"Tomorrow! I'm going to see Vivien tomorrow! ”

Qiao Weihuan moved her lips, but Qiao's mother had already hung up the phone heavily.

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Remember for a second No pop-ups

In Qiao Weihuan's dark eyes, the two clusters of mellow lights were clearly extinguished.

Feeling that the bed was light, Charlotte walked away with light steps, closing the door by the way. Qiao Weihuan pinched the corner of the pillow and slowly closed her eyes.

Outside the door, the servant guarding the door raised her eyes and saw Charlotte passing by without squinting, and followed silently.

"I've done as you told me."

Charlotte smiled coldly and stepped up the steps.

……

Yorkshire.

The old dry tree swayed in the wind, the remaining yellow leaves fell to the ground, and the black wheels ran over mercilessly, crushing it into pieces.

In the car, the blonde man was hunched over, his chin resting on his cane, and his deep sea-like eyes stared out of the car window.

The driver whispered, "Sir, he's dead." ”

Ash smiled unexpectedly and nodded approvingly, "The Demville guards are loyal. ”

He grabbed someone over, poured medicine and removed his chin, and threw him into the basement as a dumpling, but this person can still find an opportunity to "donate his life", which is worthy of his praise.

Ash's long white fingers rubbed against the smooth surface of the cane, "Go back." ”

The car slowly turned around, and the driver casually glanced to the right, and said in surprise: "Sir, look, it looks like the Duke of Demville." ”

Ash narrowed his eyes slightly, slowly narrowing his expression.

It's a secluded alley, the back alley of a house. The man in the suit looked up at the window on the second floor, took out his mobile phone and contacted his companion: "She is very peaceful, there is no problem." ”

After hanging up the phone, the man in the suit squatted on the ground, took out a hamburger from his arms, and prepared to fill his stomach. He opened the wrapping paper and opened his mouth to take a bite, but his keen instinct made him look up suddenly.

In the slow-moving car, the windows were lowered, and the pale-skinned man smiled at him wantonly, his middle and index fingers pressed together, and the fingertips were pointed at him at a distance.

It was the last sight he saw in his waking state.

The driver put away the anesthetic gun, cautiously kicked the burly body lying on the ground, and saw that the man in the suit did not react, so he bent down and tied him up, dragged him to the trunk and stuffed it in, and then got into the car and drove away.

In that mottled building, the window on the second floor of the suit that the man in the suit had seen, the white-haired old maid opened the curtains, and the deep face of the ravine flashed by the window.

The tall figure hanging in place is gone?

The old servant put down his hand in confusion, got up from his chair tremblingly, walked around the room a few times, and then opened the curtains again to look at it.

No one.

The old maid waited for another hour in disbelief, and at last opened the window, and looked around the back alley against the edge of the bed to make sure that the person watching her was really not there. She turned and put on her old coat, carefully pushed open the door, and eagerly left the building, her small back scurrying out of the alley.

Ash didn't expect that he would meet He Zhengxiao's guards here. Originally, the one he caught in the manor didn't really matter whether he was dead or alive, as long as it was someone from Demville, Nalit could identify it.

However, now that he has encountered a lonely person, he has no reason to let it go. And the last call made by the man in the suit caused everyone to know that he had been taken away. I didn't know that the old maid had already left and even returned to Manchester.

Even He Zhengxiao didn't expect what kind of effect the butterfly brought out by the slight instigation of its wings this time.

At this moment, he sat in a large satin chair with luxurious luxury, his long legs overlapping elegantly, and his slender fingers lit the table in a rhythmic and unhurried manner. The lips were just the right curvature, and the dark eyes swept over the two ends of the long table, and the deep light of the eyes immediately stopped the chattering scene on the table.

"As you should know, I don't like flashy speeches. You can make what you just said in a more appropriate setting, such as ......"

There was silence on the table, and no one dared to speak anymore, silently waiting for his next step.

He Zhengxiao's long upper body gently leaned on the back of the chair, his long fingers pinched the slender waist of the goblet, shook the wine in the glass gently, and said slowly: "Christmas Eve." ”

Everyone held their breath and immediately understood the deep meaning of Duke Demville.

Labour people were there, and it was clear to everyone that every year the House of Commons parliament ends on Christmas Eve. In other words, they are going to use the most logical language on Christmas Eve to remove from the stage those who should not continue to stand on the stage.

The profound banquet ended the moment He Zhengxiao got up, and everyone stood up and watched the man's majestic back leave, which was an indescribable sigh of relief.

This behind-the-scenes helper finally came to the stage, and it was an earth-shattering arrangement......

But they, like the Duke of Demville, were ready.

Outside the door, Uncle Zhong was listening to the phone, and when he saw him come out, he immediately turned around, held down the microphone and handed the mobile phone over, "Young Master, the young lady called and asked when you would go back." ”

He Zhengxiao slowly straightened his gloves and took the phone with his long fingers.

Qiao Weihuan didn't hear Uncle Zhong's voice for a long time, and looked at the screen in confusion, "Uncle Zhong, are you still there?" ”

After a squirming sound, the voice on the other end changed from old to low and magnetic, "How's the wound recovering, huh?" ”

Qiao Weihuan instantly heard He Zhengxiao's voice, she reflexively moved her fingers, and was stunned for a moment before nodding her head, and finally remembered that He Zhengxiao couldn't see it again......

She touched the tip of her nose in embarrassment, "It's good, it doesn't hurt much." ”

He Zhengxiao's side was very quiet, and his steady footsteps and slow voice were heard in his ears, which was very real and clear.

It seemed that there was no distance of three hundred kilometers, and as soon as she looked up, she could crash into those night-colored eyes.

Qiao Weihuan raised his eyes, feeling that this action was a bit silly, so he forcibly endured it, and asked him in a soft voice: "Uncle Zhong said that you are in London, won't you come back recently?" ”

She heard He Zhengxiao's low laughter, and her mellow voice dragged the words into a long voice, "Huanhuan, you can be more honest." ”

Just now, Uncle Zhong said that He Zhengxiao may not go back for the time being, and now she is simply speechless...... Not really, she still wants to talk to He Zhengxiao about life in person.

Qiao Weihuan did psychological construction, relaxed his shoulders with relief, and put the phone on the side of his face to hang, "Yes, I miss you...... When will you be back? ”

"Not in the past few days, you should be good in the manor."

"How many days will it take to get back?"

He Zhengxiao's footsteps paused slightly, put one hand into his trouser pocket, stood tall in front of the window, and did not speak for a long time.

Just when Qiao Weihuan was puzzled, she heard a voice: "Huanhuan." ”

Then I heard a small tapping on the microphone.

Qiao Weihuan could almost imagine that the man's lips had a good curvature, and his long finger tapped the microphone slightly, waiting for her to send it to the door......

She smiled, pouted with her eyes half-open, and "poofed" into the microphone lightly.

After that, there was a strange silence on both sides.

Qiao Weihuan tensed his calves, feeling that he was pressed by a ghost just now, so he did this kind of thing!

It happened that the mobile phone vibrated and a call came in, she quickly stabilized the crumbling mobile phone, and dropped a sentence with a hot face: "I have a call coming in...... Hang up first. ”

After speaking, he hurriedly cut off the call, leaving a large embarrassed "beep" sound.

Uncle Zhong raised his eyes and saw his young master put down his mobile phone, his deep eyebrows stretched, and a real smile climbed into the corner of his eyes, together with the soft light of the corridor lamp, making the night at the bottom of his eyes gentle.

Qiao Weihuan quickly answered the new call, his breathing had not completely calmed down, and he didn't see the number clearly, "Hello?" ”

"Madame, your mother wants to talk to you on the phone."

Qiao Weihuan held her breath slightly and answered in a low voice.

Soon Qiao's mother's voice came: "Huan'er, didn't you say that we would go to see Vivian in a few days?" It's been a few days, have you forgotten about it? ”

The word "Mom" swirled around her mouth, but Qiao's mother panted and continued: "You, you still let them watch me and don't let me go out, don't you want me to see Vivian?!" ”

"No, Mom, I'm ......"

Hurt.

Originally, she planned to go to Xu's house by herself first, and the shop should be laid first, so as not to be too stimulated by Qiao's mother there, and she couldn't let Qiao's mother face Mrs. Xu and Vivian by herself. I didn't expect it to be so badly injured, so this matter was delayed.

However, Qiao's mother didn't give her a chance to speak at all, she squeezed the microphone tightly and said loudly, "Why don't you let me out?" What idea did you hit when I didn't know?! If you want to come to Manchester, you will push three and four, and now you won't let me see Vivian, do you think that I am not good to you, so you stop me from seeing your sister, and you feel comfortable? ”

Qiao's mother seemed to be extremely angry, and the maid suppressed her face, but her loose facial skin was still twitching, which made the maid next to her tremble, and couldn't help but say: "You dissipate your anger, I don't think Madame will mean this......"

"What do you know?!"

Qiao's mother suddenly turned her head to stare at the maid, and pointed to the microphone with one hand, "She has had a lot of ideas since she was a child, and she dares to do anything quietly, and it's not unusual to stop me now!" There are many eyes, who knows what she thinks......"

Seeing the servant's unbelievable face, Qiao's mother suddenly remembered that this was Duke Demville's person, and with difficulty stabilizing her emotions, she asked Qiao Weihuan in a cold voice: "How long do you want to delay, and whether you want me to see Vivian?!" ”

The wound on her back was already not very painful, but now she suddenly had a strong sense of existence, wrapped in layers of gauze, Qiao Weihuan could still feel that a big hole had been opened in that place, and the fine cold wind passed through it, gradually freezing her hands and feet.

Qiao Weihuan slowly closed her eyes and said calmly: "Mom, give me three days, and I'll ...... after three days."

The doctor said she couldn't move yet, and she estimated that in three days, she would be able to move almost freely.

However, Qiao's mother refused to even give this little time.

"Tomorrow! I'm going to see Vivien tomorrow! ”

Qiao Weihuan moved her lips, but Qiao's mother had already hung up the phone heavily.

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