Zhou Qi and Long Xiliang walked into the elevator, and the elevator went down, and the pale light fell from the top of the tall man's head.

Long Xiliang closed his eyes, green tendons floated on the corners of his forehead, and the noisy sound drilled into his brain like a tide, and the noise stimulated his eardrums like an electric current.

PTSD syndrome allows him to feel noisy sounds that ordinary people can't hear, and when he is surrounded by this chaotic sound, his hearing will be damaged.

During the descent of the elevator, Zhou Qi's heart was tightly lifted, he knew that his boss had become ill, and Long Xiliang needed an environment that was absolutely quiet and isolated from all sounds.

Now that Zhou Qi is in an elevator with him, the sound of Zhou Qi's heart beating and the sound of blood flow can affect Long Xiliang.

The closer he got to the second floor, the louder the noise that Long Xiliang had to endure.

Seeing that his boss was about to reach the edge of unbearable, the elevator door opened, and the high-decibel noise was like a fierce gluttony, opening its bloody mouth and attacking him.

Lu Xiaoyou turned his head and saw the man who appeared in the elevator like a god.

The bodyguards of the Hou family are not idle people, even if Lu Xiaoyou has a little skill, his physical strength is not as good as dozens of strong men, not to mention, they have already drawn their guns!

Long Xiliang opened his eyes, and he saw a petite woman rushing towards him.

She was like a deer in the forest escaping from hunters, she appeared in Long Xiliang's sight, and the surrounding noise faded in an instant!

In Long Xiliang's field of vision, only Lu Xiaoyou's pure and flawless face remained, with long ink-colored hair flying up, and her face was full of desperate cunning and flamboyance.

Put all one’s eggs in one basket?

She bet all her hopes on Long Xiliang.

Behind her, she was aimed at the muzzle, she directly bent down and knelt down, knelt all the way into the elevator, and then firmly hugged Long Xiliang's thighs......

Lu Xiaoyou wrapped his big thick legs with both hands, and a pair of smart and clear eyes faced fearlessly, dozens of Hou family bodyguards with guns outside.

"Why didn't you shoot?" Lu Xiaoyou shouted to the people outside, "Drive on me!" ”

The bodyguards of the Hou family watched her kneel on the ground, hugging Long Xiliang's thighs and shouting.

Zhou Qi was dumbfounded, and secretly gave Lu Xiaoyou a thumbs up.

It's awesome!

When Uncle He saw Long Xiliang appear, he put away the gun in his hand, put his hands on the middle line of his trousers, and bowed respectfully to the people in the elevator.

"Master Long, that woman hurt the little marquis, we need to give the little marquis an explanation."

Lu Xiaoyou rubbed on Long Xiliang's thigh.

Long Xiliang stretched out his hand, his palm covering the top of her hair, and then touched it.

Her hair was as smooth and soft as ice silk, giving him the urge to play with it.

"My people, injured Hou Muyan, what do you want to explain?" The man spoke, and his arrogant aura came overwhelmingly, shocking the people in the entire hotel lobby.

Uncle He was speechless, and his face couldn't hide his shock and fear.

This woman is actually Long Xiliang's person?

What does he want to explain?

Does he dare to ask Long Xiliang for an explanation?

Uncle He's head shrank back, he struggled in his heart several times, and finally smiled:

"It turns out that Miss Lu is your ...... of Master Long"

Long Xiliang didn't listen to Uncle He's words, his gaze went down, and Lu Xiaoyou also happened to raise his head to look at him.

He saw that one of her cheeks was a little swollen and there were several blood marks on her shoulders.

"Who got hurt?" Long Xiliang asked her, he didn't like the scars on her body, this woman was his antidote, and the antidote could not be harmed.