Xia Ziyu realized that she had been slept with last night, and she lay on her knees sadly, crying diligently.

Her 18 years old, her beautiful life, and all her future have come to naught.

That black-faced man is damn good. There are also the cold-blooded monsters in the Haoyue Club, who can't be saved when they see death.

Especially Xiao Yixiong, it was the demon who pushed her into the puddle and stained her life.

She hated black-faced men, hated Haoyue Club, and hated those cold-blooded monsters, especially Xiao Yixiong.

When he was beating his chest, the mobile phone rang, and the caller ID was his father Xia Chenfeng.

Xia Ziyu was in a bad mood, the whole person seemed to have fallen into an ice cellar, and she went to Haoyue Club to be a princess, all caused by his father.

The person she should resent the most is Xia Chenfeng.

But he's her father, he can't be hated, and he can't afford to hide from the head office.

Seeing his father's name constantly flashing on his phone, Xia Ziyu ruthlessly pressed it.

Her dad was so patient today, and he dialed it over and over again, so she refused to answer again and again.

Xia Chenfeng called, it was nothing more than asking for money, she had no money. Now even innocence is gone.

Unexpectedly, it was a great shame to give a greasy, black-faced foreign man who was more than ten years older than her for the first time.

Xia Ziyu was depressed, her whole body was sore, and her cheeks still had a faint pain, and she was in no mood to care about what happened to his father.

Finally, his dad's call stopped.

Xia Ziyu breathed a sigh of relief, got off the bed with difficulty, and took a shower.

Pull open the wardrobe, and it is full of men's clothes.

Those men's clothing styles are almost the same, but the colors are slightly different, and there are not a few of the same style and color.

No matter which man this wardrobe belongs to, he is a self-disciplined and minimalist person.

A man with this kind of ideological consciousness will definitely not be the greasy and dirty black-faced man last night.

There is no women's clothing in the huge wardrobe. But it just shows that this room is a man's, and he is still a single man.

Xia Ziyu's heart unconsciously swelled up with some small happiness and expectation.

After thinking about it, I couldn't leave in a mini nightdress, and I couldn't wear the incomplete clubhouse uniform.

Suddenly patted his head, turned out the casual clothes of his backpack and put them on.

As soon as I cleaned up, the mobile phone 'ticked' twice, prompting a message.

Xia Ziyu's social circle is very small, and there are only a few people who often contact her.

Xia Chenfeng was troublesome and never sent messages. Who could it be?

She picked up her phone and clicked on it, it was sent by Xu Hongyu.

Not only this one, but there are dozens of unread messages. Most of them ask her, 'Where?' Pick up the phone quickly? Why don't you go home at night? Is something wrong? If you don't call back, call the police......

Xia Ziyu was extremely bitter in her heart, ignored these concerns, and withdrew from the information column.

Unexpectedly, hundreds of missed calls fell into the eyelids again, and when I looked closely, except for his father's dial, the rest were' headshots.

Almost every half an hour, Xu Hongyu would dial once.

The perseverance and patience of this stunned man made Xia Ziyu feel a trace of the warmth of her relatives in the cold winter.

It's just that last night's experience was too unbearable, and I don't know how to explain it, and I can't face Xu Hongyu, who has always been in love.

Sadly and lonely, he put his phone in his pocket and walked out of the room.

This is not a hotel, but a two-story villa.

Worried that the black-faced man was downstairs, she clutched her backpack tightly with both hands and cautiously went downstairs.

No one downstairs and very quiet.

As she looked around suspiciously, a man in his 50s in a crisp suit came in from outside.

Hehe smiled, "Miss Xia, you're awake." Wait a minute, I'll ask Mama Zhang to prepare breakfast for you. ”

Xia Ziyu stopped and asked, "Uncle, may I ask, where is this?" ”

The man in the suit smiled at his head, "Miss Xia, this is Butterfly Garden, and I am the housekeeper here."

The young master has already gone to the company, and before leaving, he told you to let you have breakfast before leaving. ”

Master? That black-faced man is the young master of this villa?

No, that person doesn't understand Chinese at all, and the butler in front of him is obviously a Chinese.

The water eyes turned uneasily from side to side, trying to find clues.

The furnishings in the hall on the first floor are also minimalist, and the furniture is solid wood of a single color.

The three generations of the Xia family are engaged in the production and processing of high-end furniture and private customization. Xia Ziyu has been exposed to it since she was a child, and she is very knowledgeable about raw materials and processes.

These solid wood furniture are all high-quality products, worth millions, it seems that the owner of the butterfly garden is very tasteful.

Looking up, the calligraphy and paintings on the wall were clearly traditional Chinese literary works, and they didn't match the rough and greasy black-faced foreigner at all.

As smart as her, Xia Ziyu can basically be sure that this is a Chinese family, the owner is single, and there is no woman in the family.

Last night, I was in the VIP box on the top floor of the Haoyue Club, how could I get up and be here?

A question that needs to be solved more urgently than this puzzle, who is the owner of the butterfly garden?

This answer is crucial, because she wants to know, who is the person who possessed her last night?

Xiu Yan raised slightly, and asked worriedly, "Butler, your young master...... He is...... Who is it? ”

As if the butler expected her to ask, he smiled and pointed to the wall behind the sofa.

Xia Ziyu looked in the direction of the housekeeper's finger.

From her point of view, the place where the answer could be told happened to be blocked by a screen.

Xia Ziyu raised his feet suspiciously and walked over. Behind the screen, there is an area between the sofa and the wall, and there is a display case next to the wall.

The display cabinet made her eyes shine, and it turned out that it was not gold and silver jewelry and rare treasures, but many trophies, certificates, and photo frames.

Oh my God, Xiao Yixiong! This is the home of the cold owl!

Knowing that the person last night was Xiao Yixiong, not a black-faced man, Xia Ziyu actually had a trace of joy in her heart.

How could it be him? Didn't he throw her down and give it to the black-faced man for the sake of the contract?

Could it be, the black-faced man was left to play, and Leng Xiao took her home again and continued to play?

Xia Ziyu shook his head vigorously, what kind of messy and dirty thoughts are this.

That demonic man, ruthless, arrogant and conceited, will not ask for other people's leftovers, let alone a woman who has played with others.

Xia Ziyu pinched her palms vigorously, forcing herself to stop thinking nonsense.

Continue looking towards the display case. This place is the history of a man's growth and witnesses his excellence.

Master's degree certificate from a famous foreign university, certificate of merit for outstanding students, karate black belt certificate, swimming league trophy...... There are also awards in different fields such as rock climbing, marksmanship, knife skills, etc.

That ruthless and ruthless demon turned out to be a scholar and an all-rounder? I can't see it.

Xia Ziyu was dumbfounded, in her mind, Xu Hongyu, who can be called a god of learning, is not worth mentioning compared to the cold owl displayed on the display case.

It's just that no matter how good Xiao Yixiong is, he is a ruthless and unrighteous cold lord after all, and a ruthless and vicious demon.

Sure enough, you can't just look at the surface when looking at people.

Shocked, the phone rang again. It's still her dad Xia Chenfeng.

With a slight sigh, he answered the phone.