The little sister beside Andy hurriedly pulled Andy back, and a screaming sound came from around.

Just as the man's hand was about to touch Adele, a slender and powerful hand suddenly reached out and grabbed his wrist fiercely, as if it was about to crush his bones.

Before everyone came back to their senses, they heard a loud noise, and the man was directly knocked to the ground, holding his wrists and screaming in pain.

Anne was stunned and raised her eyes to look at the man beside her.

Fu Jiuxiao was long, smoking a cigarette, full of evil and recklessness, he glanced at the man who fell to the ground coldly, his breath was dangerous.

Sensing the woman's gaze, he raised his eyebrows and glanced at her.

The bodyguards in the club heard the sound and hurriedly rushed over, and when they saw this situation, they said with trepidation: "Mr. Fu." ”

Fu Jiuxiao didn't even look at them, took down the cigarette, and said lazily: "Throw it out." ”

"Yes, Mr. Fu."

An Dai met the man's gaze, her eyelashes moved, and she turned her eyes to look at the waitress behind her: "Are you okay?" ”

The waitress was not very old, her face was pale because she was frightened, she looked at An Dai at the moment, and said gratefully, "Thank you, sister." ”

Adele hooked the corners of her mouth: "It's a small matter." ”

She came out to play with the little sisters today, and after solving this matter, Andy directly stepped on her high heels and turned back to them, and said in a brisk voice: "Let's go, I have booked a private room." ”

The eyes of the man behind her were fixed on her, with one hand in his pocket, his expression idle.

Andy wanted to leave, but her little sisters grabbed her and whispered, "That man is so handsome......"

Anne paused: "......"

"He helped you just now, quick, take the opportunity to ask for a phone number, isn't it a loss to meet such a handsome superlative number."

Adele immediately rolled her eyes and sneered, "Why should I ask for his phone number?" ”

Unexpectedly, this group of women said: "You don't want it, sisters want it!" Chu Chu just broke up last week, hurry up! ”

“……”

In the end, Anne was pushed in front of the men by the women.

"Sir, thank you for your help, my friend wants your phone number, thank ......you for it in the future," the woman poked her head out from behind Andy and said with a smile.

Fu Jiuxiao lowered his eyes and looked at An Dai's face, and leisurely dusted off his cigarette ashes, his eyes playful: "Oh? Want my number? ”

Adele: "......"

After a moment, he stared at her with a smirk, "But I didn't bring a pen." ”

A girl hurriedly took out a pen from her bag: "I'll take it, I'll take it!" ”

Fu Jiuxiao looked at An Dai for a few seconds, extinguished the cigarette, and threw it into the garbage basket.

He took the pen, glanced at it casually, and then took Ade's hand.

Adele shuddered and almost jumped.

Fu Jiuxiao's hand holding her wrist was slightly forced, the woman's wrist was slender and white, and the tip of the pen fell on her skin, there was a trace of pain, but it was more itchy, he lowered his eyes, and Long Feifeng wrote a string of things.

When Anne saw what he had written, she couldn't wait to slap him directly.

After the man finished writing, he closed the pen, raised his hand and handed it to the woman just now, hooking his lips: "Thank you." ”

The other party was surprised by his eyes, and he was busy saying that he was not welcome.

Successfully got the number, several people walked to An Daiding's box, on the way they were excited, and took out their mobile phones: "Quick, what is his number?" ”

Anne didn't raise her eyelids, and casually reported a string of numbers.

After recording it, the woman frowned and said, "Why is this mobile phone number so strange?" I tried dialing it and was surprised: "Empty number? ”

……

Ahead, Andy bit her lip and rubbed her hand hard against the words written by the man on her wrist:

--Go back and clean up for you.

……

In the box, Ming Siran lowered his eyes and looked at his phone.

The black screen suddenly lit up, and he glanced at the caller ID and picked it up.

The voice was quiet: "Say." ”

"Mr. Ming, I have sent you those surveillance videos, and someone has indeed followed Miss Luo."

Ming Siran's eyes darkened, and a few seconds later, he hung up the phone and clicked on the surveillance video.

When he saw the scene where Luo Qiao's whole person was dragged into the car, the breath around Ming Siran was instantly frighteningly cold.

The subordinate sent another message: Sorry, Mr. Ming. The man was so well veiled that we couldn't find out his true identity for a while.

Ming Siran didn't reply, stood up, beckoned to the waiter, and after a while, the waiter brought him a notebook.

The man pursed his thin lips, transmitted the surveillance video to the computer, intercepted the clearest picture of the hijacker, looked at it for a few seconds, and began to look for someone.

His slender fingers tapped on the keyboard, strings of codes slid out under his hand, and after about twenty minutes, Ming Siran stopped, looking at the face of a strange man on the screen, his eyes heavy.

He sent the photo to his men: to find out the man and who was behind him.

The subordinate quickly replied: Yes, Mr. Ming.

Ming Siran closed the notebook, stood up, took his coat and walked outside.

Qin Shimo glanced at him: "This is going back?" Stopped playing? ”

Ming Siran ignored them and walked out of the door of the box.

Driving home, it was close to one o'clock in the morning.

The light in Luo Qiao's house was still on, and Ming Siran passed by, stood at the door for a while, and then raised his hand and tapped.

Soon, there was a sound of footsteps in the room, and the door opened, revealing Luo Qiao's fair and delicate face.

Ming Siran lowered his eyes and looked at her, and did not speak for a while.

Luo Qiao tied a ponytail, her forehead was full, the bridge of her nose was straight, she was wearing pajamas, she looked very well-behaved, her voice was soft, and she asked him, "What's wrong?" ”

"Can I go in?"

Luo Qiao glanced at him and stepped aside.

The man walked in with long legs, his eyes swept over her room, Luo Qiao had a notebook on the bed, and there were papers messily spread around, and he seemed to be busy just now.

Luo Qiao: "It's the middle of the night, you don't go to sleep, look for me to have a ......"

Before he could finish a few words, he turned around and hugged him.

“……”

Luo Qiao paused.

The man's breath smelled good, and he said, "Has anyone bullied you?" ”

The finger fell on the side of her face and rubbed gently: "Huh? ”

Luo Qiao's eyelashes flashed slightly: "What?" ”

He lowered his eyes and looked at her, and his voice was gentle: "Brother will help you clean him up." ”

Luo Qiao swallowed his throat, and under his gaze, he said after a moment, "No." ”

As if it was an expected answer, the force in Ming Siran's hand increased slightly, hugging her tighter.

Luo Qiao was a little breathless, his breath brushed her ears, bringing a slight itch, she pushed the person away uncomfortably, turned around and climbed onto the bed: "It's too late, you should go back!" ”

Ming Siran stood there and looked at her for a few seconds, then walked over and glanced down at the information she was resting on the bed.

He leaned over and was about to pick it up, but Luo Qiao immediately grabbed it.

Ming Siran only caught a glimpse of the word "plan" on it.