After Luo Qiao had almost finished eating, Shen Jikong glanced at her, withdrew his hand, put the plate aside, and ordered someone to come in and clean it up.

On the bed, Luo Qiao turned her head, pulled the silk scarf that tied her, and leaned over to bite it, but it didn't seem to bother to tie the things, but somehow she couldn't get it open for a long time.

Shen Jikong came back from outside, and saw Luo Qiao who was constantly struggling at a glance, he stood in place and stared at her for a few seconds, and then walked in front of her, with an indescribable meaning in his eyes.

Luo Qiao looked up at him: "What do you want?" ”

Shen Jikong raised his eyebrows: "What do I want?" ”

Without waiting for Luo Qiao to speak, he laughed, and a slightly cool finger fell on her cheek, and his tone was unpredictable: "Who said that he would accompany me for the rest of his life, but he turned his head and gave me a shot, huh?" ”

Luo Qiao's eyelashes moved.

Shen Jikong glanced at her wrist, his gaze fell back on her face, hooked his lips, and made the final conclusion lightly: "Don't waste your efforts, this time, I will definitely not let you run away." ”

Luo Qiao looked at him, and the man looked at her with a leisurely expression.

After a few seconds, Luo Qiao looked away, and her lips moved: "Untie it for me." ”

He didn't raise his eyelids, and his voice was cold: "Huh? ”

"Untie the silk scarf for me!"

He didn't move.

Luo Qiao clenched her fingers, and after a while, she couldn't bear to say to him: "I want to go to the toilet!" ”

“…………”

The words fell, and the air was long silent.

Shen Jikong's expression was slightly stunned, and when he came back to his senses, he lowered his eyes, and his eyes fell on Luo Qiao's face, when he saw the woman's instantly flushed face, he couldn't help but chuckle, the slightly lighter eyes were rippling, and the laughter came out low, dyeing Luo Qiao's already red face a little deeper, and he said softly: "I'm sorry, my fault, I forgot that there is such a thing." ”

He leaned over and stretched out his hand to slowly untie the silk scarf that tied Luo Qiao.

Luo Qiao moved her wrist, didn't look at him, and walked directly to the bathroom.

The man stood behind her, as if he knew what she was thinking, and warned nonchalantly: "Don't think about running away, this is on a cruise ship, and no one will save you if you fall." ”

“……”

In response to him, Luo Qiao slammed the door shut.

Shen Jikong leaned on the edge of the bed, his eyes fixed on the direction she left, his slender fingers playing with her mobile phone, his expression indifferent.

"Master." The men came from outside.

Shen Jikong walked to the window, and his tone was very light: "How is it?" ”

The subordinates knew that Luo Qiao was in the house, so they consciously lowered their voices: "Our people deliberately left some clues, it is estimated that they will be looking for them in other countries for a while." ”

Shen Jikong hooked the corners of his mouth, opened the window, and the sea breeze poured in instantly, he squinted his eyes, glanced at the black fuselage in his hand, and threw it down directly in the next second.

The phone instantly disappeared into the endless sea water, and it was never seen again.

Turning his head, he said, "Arrange a new identity for her, and she will never return to those people in the future." ”

"Yes, don't worry, master."

……

Luo Qiao stood in the bathroom, looking out of the window, there was an endless sea outside, which looked particularly deep in the night.

She turned around and looked around the bathroom, as if she knew what she was thinking, and as far as the eye could see, there was nothing that could be used as an attack.