"Smack!"

The car door was slammed shut, and she had the basic sense to deal with danger, but she was always a weaker woman to a few strong men, barely ...... in absolute strength

"Hmm!" As soon as Duan Hanshuang shouted, he was stuffed into his mouth by a fishy towel, and let out an extremely low whimper.

Propped his mouth to the extreme, his arms and legs were tightly tied, his neck was hooked by the man's arms, and the whole person struggled slightly, all of which were extremely laborious.

"Don't struggle hard! Our young master wants to invite you to come and sit down, you'd better be honest!"

Duan Hanshuang quickly swept every detail in the car, but this was an ordinary nanny car, not even a single ornament, but the decoration in the car seemed to be different from ordinary car decorations......

Her eyes widened, trying to suppress the panic in her heart, and she dropped her phone on the ground before she was taken to the car.

Now she hopes that Song Yin can find out that she is missing in time and find her by relying on surveillance information.

At first, he wanted to avoid Bo Yunxiu's arrival, but now it seems that it is far more dangerous than in China.

She had just arrived here, and she shouldn't have made enemies.

This wave of people is likely to be a wave of people who want to kill her at the airport, she doesn't know much, but what she can know is that she looks exactly like the boss in the black zone, could this be a mistake?

This doubt was not until she met Song Yishen.

Duan Hanshuang is stubborn, always looking for a chance to escape, during the pulling and pushing, her hair is also extremely messy, there are obvious five finger marks on her face, and the side of her fair face is slightly red and swollen. z.br>

Her waist-length and long black hair poured down like a waterfall, scattered over her shoulders, and her clothes were torn upheavily, making her look like a princess in distress.

"Buckle button!"

"Enter!"

The deep voice was extremely hoarse, revealing the coldness under the magnetism, Duan Hanshuang began to drum in his heart, what kind of past did the people in this have with Chu Qiao.

At the moment of opening the door, Duan Hanshuang tried to think of many possibilities.

The first thing that catches my eye is a man sitting on a sofa making tea, wearing a light-colored French classic suit and glasses, with an elegant and gentle temperament from head to toe.

Next to him was a large floor-to-ceiling mirror, and the moment he raised his eyes in response, the four eyes were facing each other, and the darkness under the man's eyes mixed with the twilight outside the window was unpredictable.

His gaze swept over Duan Frost's embarrassed appearance, and in the next second, his eyes became sharp, "Who told you to do it?!"

His thin lips were lightly closed, and his angular face was filled with a strong haze.

Outside the window, the dark clouds above him covered the little moon, and there was a chilling coldness all around him.

He got up and approached a few people, and even with a cold frost, he stepped back in fear, and could only move slowly because his legs were tied together.

Coupled with the cold incandescent light in the office, the sound of his leather shoes and the floor was like an invisible hand holding a person's neck tightly, and the breathing around him was thinning.

Several men immediately panicked, looking at each other at a loss.

"Master, it's not you......"

"Smack!"

A slap fell, and his whole body was knocked to the ground, and he immediately spat out a mouthful of blood.

The man covered his face in panic and knelt in front of him. He looked at everyone arrogantly like an emperor, and then looked at the five finger prints on Duan Hanshuang's face, and frowned slightly: "Who hit it?"

Several people shivered, and finally slowly pointed to one of them.

Song Yishen couldn't wait for him to beg for mercy, grabbed his collar and lifted it up hard, and smashed straight over with his fist-

"Young Master, Rao ...... Spare me......

Punch after punch, every blow with full strength, although Duan Hanshuang didn't know what was going on, everyone in this room was dangerous.

She moved her body slightly, and was about to move to the door, when one of them suddenly pointed at her: "Young Master, this woman is going to run!"

Duan Hanshuang was shocked

, pupils narrowed sharply, and I slammed the doorknob with my hand harder.

But soon, I felt a shadow.

The chest of a white shirt, accompanied by the scent of light marine notes, looks upward.

Her dark eyes reflected the man's demonic appearance to the extreme, and the fox eyes between the eyes of the red phoenix were full of surprise and panic.

Her back was against the glass door, and there was no way to retreat.

Song Yishen's slightly narrow eyes gripped her face reluctantly, as if he didn't even want to miss the slightest expression.

"Don't worry, I won't hurt you, Dr. Duan."

Duan Hanshuang was stunned for a moment, and then the towel in his mouth was taken out.

When she finally got some fresh air, she anxiously asked, "Who are you?" Why are you tying me up? I have no money, no father, no mother, and you can't get any benefit from me."

"I invited you here to find out about my brother's condition," Song Yishen glanced at a few people on the ground, "It's the people under my command who are ignorant that make Doctor Duan frightened."

He turned her shoulders and squatted down to untie her rope, careful not to hurt a frost.

"Your brother's illness is fine, he just needs to rest." Duan Hanshuang's voice was cold and his face was full of vigilance, and his heart was still beating very fast violently.

Song Yishen seemed to be very dissatisfied with her answer, and ordered the people on the ground, "You guys go out."

As the door was completely closed and locked, Duan Hanshuang's heart also raised his throat, looking at Song Yishen, who was not similar to Song Yin.

If memory serves, what Li Jin said about Song Yishen was the one who murdered himself and Song Yin.

Such a femme fatale is really tyrannical with this face.

"Doctor Duan doesn't need to be so restrained," he stared at Duan Hanshuang deeply and made a gesture of invitation, "You Chinese people love tea, so I made a good Longjing, and Doctor Duan will try it."

Now she can have the heart to drink tea?

Duan Hanshuang's eyebrows wrinkled slightly, suppressed the protest in his heart, sat down obediently, and just rinsed his mouth with tea to remove the fishy smell in his mouth.

She spit out the tea into the trash can very unceremoniously, and the man opposite paused with his hand: "Although it is not as good as your domestic one, but I made it with my heart, does Dr. Duan hate me so much?"

"The towel that just stuffed my mouth stinks, rinse your mouth." Duan Hanshuang answered truthfully, without any sense of color.

"I haven't introduced myself yet," Song Yishen sat up slightly, "I'm ......"

"I know," Duan Hanshuang put down the teacup, "You are Song Yin's half-brother, Song Yishen, the vice president of his company."

Song Yishen's eyes narrowed slightly with a hint of interest, "That's right, I'm Song Yishen, I didn't expect Dr. Duan to pay special attention to me?"

Duan Hanshuang: "No, hearsay."

"Your eldest brother's condition is fine, can I leave now?"

Duan Hanshuang didn't want to stay for a second, his eyes were wrong when he looked at him, and he must have regarded her as Chu Qiao again.

What she doesn't like the most is to live like someone else's shadow, and the lines between her eyebrows are wrinkled even deeper.

"Dr. Duan is busy?"

"Hmm."

Song Yishen disagreed, and stated her situation in detail from beginning to end.

Duan Hanshuang clenched his fists and asked patiently; "What is it that keeps you from having a straight to the point conversation?"

Song Yishen chuckled softly when he heard this, and muttered in a low voice.

Duan Hanshuang heard it.

"That's what she ...... like."

Duan Hanshuang's fists tightened even more, word by word: "I don't know what kind of past you have with Chu Qiao, but I'm not her, and I don't want to be a similar product to anyone, I hope you can understand."

Song Yishen: "This is like her......

Duan Hanshuang: "I'll leave first!"

It's so unlucky, I can't stay for a second.

Just as she was about to leave, a force pulled her back and pressed her against the couch

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is like a spiritual vine in a Xianxia drama, entwining her from head to toe, tightly imprisoned, and unable to struggle at all.

She met the dark eyes as deep as a thousand-year-old pool, so affectionate......

Duan Hanshuang said coldly: "I'm not Chu-"

"Shhhhhh Song Yishen blocked her lips with his fingers.

Looking at her up close, her slender fingers slid down her forehead to her eyes, the tip of her nose, her lips, and down......

"So you can't hold on to a replacement?"

At the critical moment, the frost sounded like a voice mixed with ice, pulling Song Yishen's thoughts back.

The distance between breathing and smelling, only separated by a thin layer of fabric, can clearly feel each other's heartbeat, in a quiet environment, in the ears are infinitely amplified.

"Yes, you're not her." Song Yi traced her appearance with deep affection.

"It's so similar, even the texture of the eyebrows is so similar......

Duan Hanshuang frowned slightly, "Can you show me the appearance of that Miss Chu Qiao?"

She was a little curious about the appearance of these people when they saw her, except for diverting Song Yishen's attention.

Song Yishen touched the remote control on the coffee table, and opened the projection screen, and the wallpaper was Chu Qiao.

Duan Hanshuang's first reaction was to think it was him, but he slowed down for a second before he knew that it was Chu Qiao.

How could there be someone so similar to her in the world, Duan Hanshuang himself was stunned in place, looking at the projection screen in disbelief.

The corners of the man's mouth next to him hooked slightly, and his gaze was still on her face.

The more you look at it, the more it looks.

He was a little glad that he had seen her earlier, and he didn't rush to give the order to die.

"So the person you and Song Yin like is this girl named Chu Qiao?"

Song Yishen couldn't deny it, "But it's me who loves me the most, and Song Yin is just her passerby."

Duan Hanshuang's eyelashes trembled slightly, combined with Chu Luo's words, Song Yishen's cognition was afraid that he would disappoint himself.

She thought so to herself, so she asked, "How do you know that you are not a passerby in her heart?"

"She just died when you loved the most."

She never thinks that the word love has been said forever, the most beautiful love appears in fairy tales, and the fairy tale cannot be delved behind.

As soon as the words fell, she felt the thick gloom of the person beside her-

"If you're not her, don't say that for her!"

Duan Hanshuang was choked by his neck, and the breathing around her became thinner and thinner, she glared at him in horror, and shook her head laboriously, "You killed me...... Li Jin won't let you go!"

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