Miao Laosan didn't fight as soon as he remembered the solar term with the Zhao family, and the little ladies of the Zhao family were so powerful that there was a fishy smell in her mouth now.

Seeing that the girl in front of her didn't seem to be here to trouble herself, she was not allowed to have any holiday with Zhao Huitong.

Xue Xiaomin didn't expect to be recognized by Miao Laosan, the scene was quite chaotic when he was in the Zhao family that day, and it was embarrassing to be exposed by her like this, after all, she still occupied the reputation of the Zhao family's daughter.

"Believe it or not, I'm here to remind you anyway, I've said everything that needs to be said, and it's your business to do it!" Xue Xiaomin said.

Miao Laosan rolled his eyes and looked at Xue Xiaomin evilly, unconcealing the obscenity in his eyes.

Xue Xiaomin was uncomfortable when Miao Laosan looked at him, gave him a blank look, and turned around to leave.

Unexpectedly, Miao Lao Sanhuo got up and stopped her way in front of Xue Xiaomin, and said with a face: "I don't think you look like the town, the clothes you wear are very particular!" Where are you from? What does it have to do with the Zhao family! As he spoke, he moved his hands and feet to play with the clothes on Xue Xiaomin's body.

Xue Xiaomin blocked his hand: "What does it have to do with you?" She saw Miao Lao's eyes and became vigilant.

"Be a friend, the things in the town are not as uneven as my Miao Laosan, and you will have something to do in the future, brother will help you!"

Miao Laosan went to pull Xue Xiaomin's hand as he spoke, but Xue Xiaomin threw him away in annoyance.

"Shameless!"

Dropping a curse, she walked forward quickly, not wanting to have too much entanglement with Miao Laosan.

Miao Laosan spat behind Xue Xiaomin: "What the hell, it's far worse than Zhao Huitong, you should feel honored that Lao Tzu can take a fancy to you!" ”

"Phew!"

Xue Xiaomin heard Miao Laosan insulting himself behind him, and couldn't help but spit on the ground, a stinky rascal still felt that he was quite amazing.

She walked forward, and before she had gone far, a pair of strong arms wrapped around her from behind, pincers trapping her in her arms.

She struggled desperately with her hands and feet, but Miao Laosan hugged her behind her.

Xue Xiaomin's mind was suddenly confused, knowing that things were not good, he raised his voice and shouted for help.

But the paint warehouse is located in the middle of nowhere, and her cries for help are of no use at all.

Miao Laosan quickly dragged Xue Xiaomin into the warehouse, locked the warehouse door, and walked towards Xue Xiaomin step by step.

Xue Xiaomin was thrown to the ground, panicked and couldn't care about the pain, and wanted to struggle to get up to escape, but was kicked down again by Miao Laosan.

This kick hit Xue Xiaomin's chest, and the pain made her almost suffocate, she fell to the ground, unable to fight back, and could only shout desperately.

The rag that Miao Laosan picked up out of nowhere simply blocked Xue Xiaomin's mouth.

West Street is a suburb, and there are no people living around it except for the factory, which is desolate after work. At night, it seemed that this desolate area was several times darker and several times quieter than the center of the town.

That night, only the warehouse guarded by Miao Laosan had a faint light flickering, and the door of the warehouse was closed for many hours and finally pushed open in the silent night.

Xue Xiaomin walked out of the warehouse in disheveled clothes, her hair was messy, her eyes were sloppy, her neckline was tightly pursed, and she walked towards home step by step like a walking corpse.

Xu Qiao has been guarding the gate of the courtyard with a flashlight, and she didn't notice where her daughter went during the day, but it was almost midnight and she didn't see her daughter come back, which made her very anxious.

She was extremely panicked today, holding a flashlight and looking towards the end of the path at the door.

The light source of the flashlight projected a miserable white face, and Xue Xiaomin's disheveled pestle was not far away, blocking the light that shot at his face with one hand.

Seeing her daughter's messy appearance, Xu Qiao was dumbfounded at the time, and immediately understood what happened to her daughter......