SMS is an encrypted number, and if you want to check it, it will take a little effort.

And at this time, there is still an hour before three o'clock.

After Fu Qiran finished reading it, he only said one sentence.

"I'll go, Jiaojiao will stay in the office."

Ruan Jiaojiao nodded with a smile and responded, "Okay." ”

"Then you can bring my phone with you, if he sends another message, you can see it too."

Fu Qiran touched her hair, "I'll hold your phone, won't you be bored?" ”

"I'll just stay in the office, I won't be bored."

"There's a computer."

Fu Qiran nodded slightly and responded with a "yes".

Before leaving, he said with some trepidation: "Don't go out of my office, you know?" ”

Ruan Jiaojiao turned on the computer and continued to work.

Three o'clock in the afternoon, in the midnight coffee corner.

Ruan Jiaojiao nodded again and again, indicating that she understood.

Fu Qiran soon left.

For Fu Qiran's arrival, Cheng Jinxin was not surprised at all.

Fu Qiran clasped his hands around his chest, with a cold expression.

Fu Qiran and Cheng Jinxin sat opposite each other.

"Mr. Fu, it's better to be famous than to meet."

Mr. Fu laughed.

"I'm not a Cheng family."

"Cheng family, when did you like to play this kind of sneaky trick?"

Cheng Jinxin's pupils shrank, and a dark light burst out of his eyes.

"I don't care about the Cheng family." Fu Qiran put one hand on the table, and he didn't know when a knife appeared in his hand.

The blade glowed coldly in the dim light.

The sentence "Cheng family" seems to have made him go back to the past.

What Cheng family? Oh, it's just a rotten beast from the inside out.

"She told you?"

"She's so dependent on you."

"If you're looking for trouble with Jiaojiao, don't blame me for being unkind."

Cheng Jinxin's eyes darkened, and a touch of madness crossed his face.

"It's okay, she'll be mine."

Until now, Cheng Jinxin still thought that Fu Qiran was just a businessman with a little money.

"Why didn't I meet her first?"

Cheng Jinxin muttered lowly, and the corners of his mouth hooked.

The blade was against his neck.

A chill came up from his neck.

Businessmen are certainly rich, but those gray areas are the most profitable.

And sometimes, money doesn't necessarily buy something.

Aimed at his abdomen, he grinned.

"Mr. Fu, do you want to try it, is your knife fast, or my rush."

Cheng Jinxin seemed to be able to feel the blade embedded in his skin.

He raised his eyes to look at Fu Qiran, and a pair of light golden eyes were dyed with a touch of red.

Cheng Jinxin was slightly stunned, and his eyes became in a trance for a moment.

He felt that his body was very light and light.

"Heh......" Fu Qiran chuckled, and his voice seemed to be stretched out at this moment.

"Cheng Jinxin ......" he called his name, as if calling his relatives.

The sunlight outside shone in, and Cheng Jinxin's body trembled and came back to his senses.

The front of him was empty, and Fu Qiran was no longer there.

He seemed to be floating among the clouds, and it was as if he had sunk to the deepest bottom.

It seemed that someone was saying something in his ear, but he couldn't seem to hear anything.

On the table was a dismantled snatch. branches, neatly placed.

He glanced at the time, and it was already five o'clock.

But his memory of this period only stayed at Fu Qiran calling his name.