Terrible +1, what is this......]

[It really scared me.。。 】

There have been many discussions on the Internet because of this video, and the topic has been increasing.

And at this time, in the villa.

Ming Siran stretched out his hand to push open Luo Qiao's door, and walked in slowly with long legs.

The man's gaze was calm, his gaze swept across the room, and his breath was deep.

The countless clues of the investigation all point to a certain outcome.

It's just that he still needs a stronger piece of evidence to prove all his guesses.

There are countless skin care products and cosmetics on the table in Luo Qiao's room, two clothes are thrown at random on the soft big bed, and fashion magazines are resting on the bedside, which is not too neat, but it reveals the atmosphere of a girl's life everywhere.

His eyes fell on the table, and he walked over with his legs, took the stack of documents she had rested on, and flipped through them.

The room is quiet, and the minutes are ticking. The Ragdoll walked in from outside, raised her head, and meowed at him.

Ming Siran glanced at it, and her slender white fingers landed on the back of its neck and picked it up.

The moment he got up, his eyes caught a glimpse of the bottom of the cabinet—

A crumpled sheet was stuffed into the gap, and the word "diagnosis" was clearly visible on it.

His movements paused.

A scene from not long ago flashed through his mind, and his eyes slowly narrowed, and he put down the ragdoll and walked over to take the paper.

The paper unfolded, and the words on it came into view:

Medical records.

His fingertips trembled slightly, and a premonition hit him.

After a two-second pause, his gaze slowly slid down.

……

Name: Luo Qiao.

Diagnosis and treatment department: psychiatry.

Psychiatry.

When he saw these three words, Ming Siran's pupils shrank suddenly, although he had some guesses, but the moment he really saw it, his heart was still like being clenched by a pair of big hands, and the feeling of suffocation was overwhelming.

The room was so quiet that it was unsettling.

After a while, Ming Siran only moved, he reached out and unbuttoned a button, saying that it was a solution, it was more appropriate to say that it was a pull, there was a rough factor in the action, the Adam's apple rolled gently, and the breath was depressed and heavy.

His gaze wandered and finally landed on the date of the examination.

April 7th of XX year.

…… It was only two weeks after the breakup.

The knuckles of Ming Siran's fingers holding the checklist were white, and his long and straight figure was shrouded in sunlight, and the fluctuating emotions around him could be felt from a long distance.

He closed his eyes, and all that dangled in front of him was a woman's face.

Bright, arrogant, soft and lovely, the cat-like woman, who should have been pampered and pampered in the palm of her hand, but she was alone in a foreign country to bear pain.

“…… Sometimes a woman's screams can be heard in Miss Luo's house, as if she is in pain......"

Word by word, like a knife, fell on the tip of his heart.

He couldn't imagine how she had spent her days and nights alone.

The mobile phone in his pocket kept vibrating, and Ming Siran's eyes were full of red bloodshots, and it took him a long time before he took out the phone, glanced at the number displayed on it, slid his fingers, and pressed answer.

A low, hoarse voice: "Hello? ”

On the other end of the phone, his subordinate voice was particularly anxious: "Mr. Ming, no, a video of Miss Luo Qiao is now circulating on the Internet......"

……

The car was speeding on the road, and Ming Siran was sitting in the back seat, holding the mobile phone with his white fingers, and his jaw line was tense.

His men sat in front of them, looking uneasy.

Although the man didn't say anything, the aura emanating from his body made people shudder.

“…… This award ceremony is very grand, all media reporters are there, according to this time, Miss Luo Qiao should be almost there. ”

Ming Siran stared at the woman in the video steadily, her screams were terrible and miserable, her thin body was constantly shaking, covering her ears, and her expression collapsed.

He pursed his dry lips, suppressed the emotions surging in his heart, and his voice was extremely hoarse: "Hurry up." ”

……

Luo Qiao took the handbag, lifted the skirt, and leaned over to get out of the car.

The phone vibrated wildly in her bag, and she reached for it.

"Pretty guys."

At this time, a gentle voice sounded in front of her, and when Luo Qiao raised her eyes, she saw Jiang Qingyu wearing a champagne-colored bandeau dress.

Her long black hair was carefully groomed, with a just right smile on her face, and she walked towards her in the company of her assistant.

Luo Qiao's eyes were slightly cold, her hand was withdrawn from her bag, and she stopped.

The location where the two were located was the place where the artists entered, with media areas on both sides, and some fans holding cheering signs around.

The environment is noisy.

"I heard you were injured while shooting." Jiang Qingyu came to Luo Qiao and looked at her worriedly: "Are you okay?" ”

The woman looks gentle like water, and the words she says are full of thoughtfulness and care, which is particularly pleasant to listen to to people's ears.

Luo Qiao narrowed her eyes and wanted to smile or not: "I heard?" Listen to whom? ”

The corners of Jiang Qingyu's mouth curled: "Everyone says so." She reached out and put her hair behind her ear and said softly, "Isn't it?" ”

Luo Qiao looked at her twice: "Yes, she was a little injured, but it doesn't matter, she will be allowed to come back." ”

"She?" Jiang Qingyu looked at her, and her voice softened: "Did someone hurt you?" Who is she? ”

"Harm, slut."

Luo Qiao raised the corners of her mouth, and a pair of cat-like beautiful eyes were curved, looking cute and charming: "There is a little slut who is jealous that I am more beautiful than her, richer than her, and more liked by everyone than her, so I will be yin behind my back, especially inferior." ”

Jiang Qingyu looked at her deeply with a pair of eyes, and when she didn't smile, her expression was cold, and she looked cold.

However, in just a moment, she raised the corners of her mouth again, and her expression was gentle and moving: "Is there still such a person?" It's scary. ”

"Is it scary?" Luo Qiao approached her: "I think it's pitiful, right?" ”

The smile in Jiang Qingyu's eyes faded a little after hearing these two words, she looked directly at Luo Qiao, her pupils were very dark: "Poor? ”

"Isn't it pitiful that you will only use this kind of inferior means to deal with others?"

Jiang Qingyu was quiet for two seconds, when a wind blew, she looked away lightly, her voice was very soft, and she smiled: "Since it is a means, what else can be done, and it is ......"

She glanced at Luo Qiao and spoke in a thin soft voice that only she could hear: "It seems to be very useful." ”

Luo Qiao's eyes flashed, and just as she was about to speak, Jiang Qingyu suddenly reached out and grabbed her arm.

Without waiting for Luo Qiao to break free, the woman's chin was raised, her eyes looked straight ahead, and she chuckled: "Qiaoqiao, look, what is that?" ”

Luo Qiao was stunned for a moment, and her gaze followed her gaze.

At the entrance of the entrance are two huge screens, which usually display advertisements and photos and videos of celebrities.

At this moment, the two display screens flashed, revealing a thin and thin figure of a woman in the dim environment.