……

Opening the door of the bathroom, Luo Qiao walked out.

The light in the room was bright, and Shen Jikong was slender, just leaning against the window, looking a little lazy.

Hearing the voice, he raised his eyelids and glanced at Luo Qiao, his eyes fell on her tight little face, his thin lips hooked slightly, and said with interest: "Why, I'm disappointed that I didn't find something that could kill me inside?" ”

Luo Qiao: "......"

She walked to the bed without squinting, kicked off her shoes and lay down.

Shen Ji grabbed his pocket with one hand, walked with unhurried steps, and looked at her condescendingly.

The man's gaze slid down her good-looking eyebrows, the kind of eyes that were extremely presence, and she could feel it with her eyes closed.

Luo Qiao grabbed the pillow at hand and smashed it directly at him.

Shen Jikong easily caught it, raised his eyebrows, and didn't care much about her rejection of him.

After looking at her deeply for a few seconds, he casually rested the pillow on the head of the bed and lay down on it himself.

The moment he lay down, Luo Qiao's whole body bounced up from the bed and stared at him vigilantly like a fried cat.

The man's eyes were closed, and his voice was leisurely, but there was a clear sense of irresistible danger: "Lie down." Otherwise I don't know what I'd do, pretty guy, you know who I am. ”

You know who I am......

In the quiet atmosphere, Luo Qiao pursed her lips.

In her sight, she saw his brows moving slightly, as if he was about to open his eyes, Luo Qiao's eyelids jumped, and in the next second, he lay down quickly.

Shen Jikong glanced at her, and the woman had her back to him, far away from him, as if she was hiding from some flood beast.

He hooked the corners of his mouth, but he didn't force her to come over, and with a stretch of his hand, he turned off the light next to the bed, and the room fell into darkness in an instant.

Luo Qiao was in a coma until now, and she didn't feel sleepy at all, she turned over, and her hand inadvertently touched the cold ring on her finger.

Her movements paused slightly.

……

Domestically, it's late at night.

Ming Siran had a computer on his lap, his slender fingers tapping on the keyboard, and before he could change his shirt, the blood on it had already dried.

The man's face was soaked in bright light, and his face, which was slightly pale from blood loss, was a little cold at the moment.

At this time, the subordinates outside raised their hands and knocked on the door: "Mr. Ming." ”

Ming Siran didn't look up, his voice was hoarse after not speaking for a long time, and he said lightly: "Come in." ”

The men pushed the door open and entered, followed by a doctor.

"Mr. Ming, the injuries on your body should be dealt with first. Our people are already looking for us, and we believe that Miss Luo will be found soon. ”

The subordinate glanced at the doctor, and the doctor immediately walked to Ming Siran's side, and when he saw the deep wound on the man's arm, he couldn't help but be a little frightened.

Ming Siran didn't have any expression, and let the doctor disinfect and treat him, as if it hurt so much that it wasn't him.

His eyes were fixed on the computer screen, staring at the video screenshots above, his eyes deep and cold.

Suddenly, his fingers paused, and he magnified the screenshot several times, and a complex and mysterious pattern was vaguely engraved on it, vaguely like the family emblem of a large family.

Ming Siran stared at this pattern, his eyes slowly narrowed, and his eyes gradually flashed with bone-chilling coldness.

……

The cruise ship sailed at sea for three days, and on the afternoon of the third day, the ship arrived at the port and came to a foreign city.