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The soft dress was shattered, and fresh blood poured out of the scarlet hole on the back that Ash had chiseled through with a cane. The drowsiness caused by blood loss was overwhelming, Qiao Weihuan was half dizzy, her weak fingers were still hooking the trigger, and she didn't dare to let go.

…… It hurts to death.

The roar of the man in the suit continued, allowing Qiao Weihuan to regain some consciousness a little. Her eyes closed in pain, and her lips squirmed: "From ......"

The man in the suit stopped talking abruptly, knelt on the ground and approached Qiao Weihuan, who was semi-unconscious: "What did you say, madam?" ”

"Lobby ...... Let them ...... See ......"

Qiao Weihuan believed that the man in the suit could understand what she meant, and then completely softened to the ground and fainted.

The man in the suit was frightened and carefully carried her to the stretcher, for fear that her injuries would be aggravated. However, in a few movements, the blood spilled from Qiao Weihuan's back wet the grass tips close at hand, and sprinkled abstract paintings on the ground.

Their hands were very steady, the wind was blowing under their feet, and they carried Qiao Weihuan out of the labyrinthine garden with a cold body.

In the lobby, the guests were staring at Little in amazement. She clutched her arms, her meticulously coiled hair loose, faded from the lofty luxury, her eyes were red with tears, and her face could not tell whether she was more afraid or more desperate.

"I didn't expect that...... The Duke of Demville and the House of Commons don't get along well enough, but why should I be involved innocently? I couldn't believe that his guards would shoot me, and I was terrified...... Stumping the Garden is a trap, and the Duke wants all those who disagree with him to be eliminated by 'accident'? ”

Little covered his face with one hand: "This is terrible! ”

It's scary.

Little's identity is very special, she is the niece of the prime minister, and her knighthood was awarded two years after the current prime minister took office, and it is self-evident where Little's position is. Now that she's injured at the manor, even if she doesn't have any real power, it's a troublesome thing and a cause for thought.

Everyone saw it at the time, and the man in the suit was also wandering in the garden. At first, I didn't think much of it, thinking it was to protect their safety and avoid accidents...... Now, maybe it's an "accident"?

The House of Lords' decision-making has been tightly guarded, and so far the House of Commons has been able to speculate on vague clues about what they are going to do. It's only a matter of time before the two sides tear their faces, not to mention the incident of Ash a while ago, which has made smart people foresee that since the promulgation of the bill in 1999, the delicate balance that has been maintained until now is swinging.

A raging roar is coming, and waves and winds will shatter the illusion of tranquility. However, it is a bit too much to involve the innocent boat that is drifting in it.

But this thing doesn't seem to be the Duke of Demville's style, it's just a catty meaning!

Little's friends comforted her, and gathered around her in twos and threes, not surprisingly, among these people, there were no nobles in the House of Lords.

One of the guests said, "Lord Little, I don't know if you remember, which guard shot you?" ”

Little wiped the water from the corners of his eyes, and his face was full of palpitations: "I was so scared at the time...... It's indescribable, maybe I'll remember it when I see him. ”

That's where the identification comes in.

The easiest and quickest way, but Qiao Weihuan was not there, no one could open this mouth, so the room was silent, only Little's intermittent cries echoed.

Suddenly, heavy footsteps outside came one after another, and people turned their heads and said, "?!" ”

The future Duchess frowned, her elegant dress and hair were disheveled, and there were many leaves and broken petals......

She lay dying on a stretcher, the river of blood flowing behind her, dragging to the grass, and it was terrifying to watch.

In an instant, the lobby exploded.

"What's the matter, the Duchess is injured?!"

"It looks serious, will she ......"

The people realized something and turned their heads to look at Little.

The lord, who had been crying incessantly, had already shut his mouth at this moment.

If Duke Demville's style of action alone does not mean that this matter is a problem, then Qiao Weihuan is quite seriously injured, which is the most powerful reason why this matter needs to be carefully investigated.

Little said that it was the duke, but the duke couldn't let his own woman suffer too, right?

The guests looked around the lobby, and their hearts were determined, and their faces were not obvious.

There is a problem, there is a problem properly.

Before that is investigated, the credibility of the one-sided statement is greatly reduced, and both sides must keep their mouths shut and wait for the final result to come out. The higher the position of the person who gives up, the more careful his words and deeds must be. Whether you are on the edge or at the heart of power, if you make a mistake, it's over.

However, Qiao Weihuan didn't know what Litt said after waking up, she just understood that now was a sensitive period, so today's banquet should not give people a mouthful, so as not to cause trouble in the future. Fortunately, her "passing" played a role, at least it didn't make things go in a more serious direction.

However, the fuse has already been lit, and a random spark in all directions will ignite it. Not Little, there will be something else to fuel the fire.

It's just that Qiao Weihuan can't think about it so much now.

It's like I've had a long dream, and it's like I've just closed my eyes. When he slowly woke up, his confused brain received all the cries of the medical staff: "Bleeding...... ...... now"

I can't open my eyes no matter what, my whole body is numb, and I don't feel pain or itch. Qiao Weihuan estimated that she was under anesthesia and had to undergo surgery, and continued to faint with peace of mind.

At that time, she had a score, and she couldn't die.

Ash was killed, but when she fired, she heard a muffled snort, which showed that she had succeeded.

The man in the suit who had been caught in the previous gunfire started calling out to her, and Ash was injured again and wanted to get out of the way, so he didn't have time to continue. So he took his cane and quietly disappeared into the darkness.

It's just that the coldness and paralysis brought by the moment of penetrating the bone crack made her frown even when she fainted.

Uncle Zhong pushed open the door of the ward, He Zhengxiao strode in with heavy steps, slowly took off his gloves and put them into his jacket pocket, and tucked the lock on the woman's brow into the dark night under his eyes.

The medical staff carefully lowered their heads and walked out gently.

The room became silent, and the cold instruments chirped in panic, trying to dispel the frost from the man's silhouette, but to no avail.

He Zhengxiao stood beside the hospital bed, staring at the woman on the hospital bed for a long time with only half of her face exposed. The half-bright light climbed his majestic figure, and reflected his deep brow unfathomably.

Probably because the secrecy in his eyes was too deep, Qiao Weihuan trembled his eyelashes uncomfortably.

He Zhengxiao retracted his gaze, and his slender fingers pinched the clear thin waist glass vase on the windowsill, and placed it on the bedside cabinet together with the slender lilies inside.

The drowsy woman didn't feel anything, and beads of sweat from her forehead scrambled into her sideburns. His long fingers slid into her damp hair, leaning over slowly, cold lips falling on her eyelids.

"You're doing a great job."

He Zhengxiao supported the edge of the bed with his big hands, his long fingers gently smoothed her hair, and his low and deep voice lingered in the ward for a long time: "Sleep well." ”

His movements and voice strangely soothed the unconscious woman, making her breathing become more and more steady, and she slowly fell into a deep sleep.

Uncle Zhong bowed silently, lowered his voice and said, "Young Master, one of our people is missing. ”

He Zhengxiao half-lowered his eyes, and the deep folds on his eyelids pressed down heavily.

"Human beings choose incest for the sake of the continuation of the race in a harsh living environment...... The appearance of relatives killers also follows objective laws and biological nature. ”

He kept his thumb on the teeth marks on his slender neck.

The wound that was bitten out was neither deep nor shallow, and the blood had already dried up, and if you didn't look closely, it seemed to be a kiss mark.

"I can only tolerate one, though."

……

In the luxurious Rococo villa, Ash was half-lying on the bed, his eyes were hanging expressionlessly, and his long white fingers touched the woman's neck one by one.

The woman kept her head down, cautiously medicated the wound on Ash's waist, and then picked up gauze to bandage him. When she carefully tied the knot, the hand dragged her to the bed......

The door was wide open, and you could see the rocking bed from the outside.

Qiao Changzhou knocked on the door slightly, ignoring the hot scene on the bed, and nodded at Ash.

Downstairs, the soles of heavy boots stomped on the floor mercilessly, and the chaotic footsteps approached Ash's room. When these policemen/inspectors heard the ambiguous/ambiguous moaning/groaning, the whole person was not very good, stopped with a strange face, and turned back to look at Cui Chengchuan behind him.

Cui Chengchuan lazily smoked a cigarette, stepped into the room, caught a glimpse of the fragrant/glamorous scene, and touched his chin carelessly, "Yo, hurt?" ”

The woman on her body moved slightly, Ash stroked her smooth back, and hoarsely asked her to continue, before she tentatively moved again.

Ashe's deep sea-like eyes were half-narrowed, there was no trace of love in them, and his thin lips opened and closed up and down: "Morris, you want to come to our game?" ”

It's ...... Arrogance!

"After planning two plots/killings, you can still have such a good interest, I am really impressed with you."

Cui Chengchuan sneered disdainfully, and as soon as his steps stepped back, heavily armed police/detectives immediately poured into the room. They went straight to the person on the bed, and without saying a word, they went to pull the woman on Ash.

The woman's shoulders were clasped, and she exclaimed, almost being pulled to the ground.

Suddenly, her waist was grabbed, preventing her from slipping down, and at the same time, a shrill gunshot rang out in the room.

The hand on her shoulder was loosened, and the police/detectives pointed their guns at the man on the bed with serious faces.

Ash sat up slowly, his slender pale body generously exposed in front of him. He grabbed the waist of the woman who was trembling with fright with one hand, and shook Glock in his hand with the other, "It's not moral to disturb someone else to make/have sex......"

His eyes were cold, his smile was wild, and he continued to hold the woman's crotch as if no one was around.

"I don't mind if you watch...... What is there to say, say now. ”

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……

The soft dress was shattered, and fresh blood poured out of the scarlet hole on the back that Ash had chiseled through with a cane. The drowsiness caused by blood loss was overwhelming, Qiao Weihuan was half dizzy, her weak fingers were still hooking the trigger, and she didn't dare to let go.

…… It hurts to death.

The roar of the man in the suit continued, allowing Qiao Weihuan to regain some consciousness a little. Her eyes closed in pain, and her lips squirmed: "From ......"

The man in the suit stopped talking abruptly, knelt on the ground and approached Qiao Weihuan, who was semi-unconscious: "What did you say, madam?" ”

"Lobby ...... Let them ...... See ......"

Qiao Weihuan believed that the man in the suit could understand what she meant, and then completely softened to the ground and fainted.

The man in the suit was frightened and carefully carried her to the stretcher, for fear that her injuries would be aggravated. However, in a few movements, the blood spilled from Qiao Weihuan's back wet the grass tips close at hand, and sprinkled abstract paintings on the ground.

Their hands were very steady, the wind was blowing under their feet, and they carried Qiao Weihuan out of the labyrinthine garden with a cold body.

In the lobby, the guests were staring at Little in amazement. She clutched her arms, her meticulously coiled hair loose, faded from the lofty luxury, her eyes were red with tears, and her face could not tell whether she was more afraid or more desperate.

"I didn't expect that...... The Duke of Demville and the House of Commons don't get along well enough, but why should I be involved innocently? I couldn't believe that his guards would shoot me, and I was terrified...... Stumping the Garden is a trap, and the Duke wants all those who disagree with him to be eliminated by 'accident'? ”

Little covered his face with one hand: "This is terrible! ”

It's scary.

Little's identity is very special, she is the niece of the prime minister, and her knighthood was awarded two years after the current prime minister took office, and it is self-evident where Little's position is. Now that she's injured at the manor, even if she doesn't have any real power, it's a troublesome thing and a cause for thought.

Everyone saw it at the time, and the man in the suit was also wandering in the garden. At first, I didn't think much of it, thinking it was to protect their safety and avoid accidents...... Now, maybe it's an "accident"?

The House of Lords' decision-making has been tightly guarded, and so far the House of Commons has been able to speculate on vague clues about what they are going to do. It's only a matter of time before the two sides tear their faces, not to mention the incident of Ash a while ago, which has made smart people foresee that since the promulgation of the bill in 1999, the delicate balance that has been maintained until now is swinging.

A raging roar is coming, and waves and winds will shatter the illusion of tranquility. However, it is a bit too much to involve the innocent boat that is drifting in it.

But this thing doesn't seem to be the Duke of Demville's style, it's just a catty meaning!

Little's friends comforted her, and gathered around her in twos and threes, not surprisingly, among these people, there were no nobles in the House of Lords.

One of the guests said, "Lord Little, I don't know if you remember, which guard shot you?" ”

Little wiped the water from the corners of his eyes, and his face was full of palpitations: "I was so scared at the time...... It's indescribable, maybe I'll remember it when I see him. ”

That's where the identification comes in.

The easiest and quickest way, but Qiao Weihuan was not there, no one could open this mouth, so the room was silent, only Little's intermittent cries echoed.

Suddenly, heavy footsteps outside came one after another, and people turned their heads and said, "?!" ”

The future Duchess frowned, her elegant dress and hair were disheveled, and there were many leaves and broken petals......

She lay dying on a stretcher, the river of blood flowing behind her, dragging to the grass, and it was terrifying to watch.

In an instant, the lobby exploded.

"What's the matter, the Duchess is injured?!"

"It looks serious, will she ......"

The people realized something and turned their heads to look at Little.

The lord, who had been crying incessantly, had already shut his mouth at this moment.

If Duke Demville's style of action alone does not mean that this matter is a problem, then Qiao Weihuan is quite seriously injured, which is the most powerful reason why this matter needs to be carefully investigated.

Little said that it was the duke, but the duke couldn't let his own woman suffer too, right?

The guests looked around the lobby, and their hearts were determined, and their faces were not obvious.

There is a problem, there is a problem properly.

Before that is investigated, the credibility of the one-sided statement is greatly reduced, and both sides must keep their mouths shut and wait for the final result to come out. The higher the position of the person who gives up, the more careful his words and deeds must be. Whether you are on the edge or at the heart of power, if you make a mistake, it's over.

However, Qiao Weihuan didn't know what Litt said after waking up, she just understood that now was a sensitive period, so today's banquet should not give people a mouthful, so as not to cause trouble in the future. Fortunately, her "passing" played a role, at least it didn't make things go in a more serious direction.

However, the fuse has already been lit, and a random spark in all directions will ignite it. Not Little, there will be something else to fuel the fire.

It's just that Qiao Weihuan can't think about it so much now.

It's like I've had a long dream, and it's like I've just closed my eyes. When he slowly woke up, his confused brain received all the cries of the medical staff: "Bleeding...... ...... now"

I can't open my eyes no matter what, my whole body is numb, and I don't feel pain or itch. Qiao Weihuan estimated that she was under anesthesia and had to undergo surgery, and continued to faint with peace of mind.

At that time, she had a score, and she couldn't die.

Ash was killed, but when she fired, she heard a muffled snort, which showed that she had succeeded.

The man in the suit who had been caught in the previous gunfire started calling out to her, and Ash was injured again and wanted to get out of the way, so he didn't have time to continue. So he took his cane and quietly disappeared into the darkness.

It's just that the coldness and paralysis brought by the moment of penetrating the bone crack made her frown even when she fainted.

Uncle Zhong pushed open the door of the ward, He Zhengxiao strode in with heavy steps, slowly took off his gloves and put them into his jacket pocket, and tucked the lock on the woman's brow into the dark night under his eyes.

The medical staff carefully lowered their heads and walked out gently.

The room became silent, and the cold instruments chirped in panic, trying to dispel the frost from the man's silhouette, but to no avail.

He Zhengxiao stood beside the hospital bed, staring at the woman on the hospital bed for a long time with only half of her face exposed. The half-bright light climbed his majestic figure, and reflected his deep brow unfathomably.

Probably because the secrecy in his eyes was too deep, Qiao Weihuan trembled his eyelashes uncomfortably.

He Zhengxiao retracted his gaze, and his slender fingers pinched the clear thin waist glass vase on the windowsill, and placed it on the bedside cabinet together with the slender lilies inside.

The drowsy woman didn't feel anything, and beads of sweat from her forehead scrambled into her sideburns. His long fingers slid into her damp hair, leaning over slowly, cold lips falling on her eyelids.

"You're doing a great job."

He Zhengxiao supported the edge of the bed with his big hands, his long fingers gently smoothed her hair, and his low and deep voice lingered in the ward for a long time: "Sleep well." ”

His movements and voice strangely soothed the unconscious woman, making her breathing become more and more steady, and she slowly fell into a deep sleep.

Uncle Zhong bowed silently, lowered his voice and said, "Young Master, one of our people is missing. ”

He Zhengxiao half-lowered his eyes, and the deep folds on his eyelids pressed down heavily.

"Human beings choose incest for the sake of the continuation of the race in a harsh living environment...... The appearance of relatives killers also follows objective laws and biological nature. ”

He kept his thumb on the teeth marks on his slender neck.

The wound that was bitten out was neither deep nor shallow, and the blood had already dried up, and if you didn't look closely, it seemed to be a kiss mark.

"I can only tolerate one, though."

……

In the luxurious Rococo villa, Ash was half-lying on the bed, his eyes were hanging expressionlessly, and his long white fingers touched the woman's neck one by one.

The woman kept her head down, cautiously medicated the wound on Ash's waist, and then picked up gauze to bandage him. When she carefully tied the knot, the hand dragged her to the bed......

The door was wide open, and you could see the rocking bed from the outside.

Qiao Changzhou knocked on the door slightly, ignoring the hot scene on the bed, and nodded at Ash.

Downstairs, the soles of heavy boots stomped on the floor mercilessly, and the chaotic footsteps approached Ash's room. When these policemen/inspectors heard the ambiguous/ambiguous moaning/groaning, the whole person was not very good, stopped with a strange face, and turned back to look at Cui Chengchuan behind him.

Cui Chengchuan lazily smoked a cigarette, stepped into the room, caught a glimpse of the fragrant/glamorous scene, and touched his chin carelessly, "Yo, hurt?" ”

The woman on her body moved slightly, Ash stroked her smooth back, and hoarsely asked her to continue, before she tentatively moved again.

Ashe's deep sea-like eyes were half-narrowed, there was no trace of love in them, and his thin lips opened and closed up and down: "Morris, you want to come to our game?" ”

It's ...... Arrogance!

"After planning two plots/killings, you can still have such a good interest, I am really impressed with you."

Cui Chengchuan sneered disdainfully, and as soon as his steps stepped back, heavily armed police/detectives immediately poured into the room. They went straight to the person on the bed, and without saying a word, they went to pull the woman on Ash.

The woman's shoulders were clasped, and she exclaimed, almost being pulled to the ground.

Suddenly, her waist was grabbed, preventing her from slipping down, and at the same time, a shrill gunshot rang out in the room.

The hand on her shoulder was loosened, and the police/detectives pointed their guns at the man on the bed with serious faces.

Ash sat up slowly, his slender pale body generously exposed in front of him. He grabbed the waist of the woman who was trembling with fright with one hand, and shook Glock in his hand with the other, "It's not moral to disturb someone else to make/have sex......"

His eyes were cold, his smile was wild, and he continued to hold the woman's crotch as if no one was around.

"I don't mind if you watch...... What is there to say, say now. ”

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