Madam Dihao is not good

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In the middle of the night, Su Shijie's car stopped at the gate of Su's house.

The light in the hall on the first floor was bright, and the servants and Aunt Li stood at the door to greet and wait.

The door opened, and the two assistants came down with the luggage. In the passenger seat, Su Shijie had a sharp face and deep eyes, but when his eyes touched a certain window on the second floor, they became tender.

He only slept for a few hours for a few days, and he hadn't finished all the things in the United States, but the rest of the things could be left to his subordinates to do. [

"Master, I didn't expect you to come back at this time."

"She's asleep?" Su Shijie walked quickly into the house.

On the phone today, he heard that she was in an abnormal mood, so he decided to rush back overnight.

Aunt Li hurried behind: "Well, she fell asleep after holding the birthday party for the young mistress. I'm afraid she is still asleep now. The young master has orders, so we dare not wake her up."

After entering the lobby, Su Shijie withdrew the servants and went up to the second floor alone.

He went to Xia Xiner's room first, and saw that her door was locked, so he went to his own room, but the big bed was empty and there was no one there.

Aunt Li followed behind, and said strangely: "The young mistress has been sleeping in your room for the past few days. Could it be that she's sleeping back in her own room?"

The two stepped very lightly, and when they came to the door of Chanel's room, Aunt Li unlocked it.

Open the door, but the big bed is also empty.

Su Shijie frowned, turned around and went to the study...

Again, no one.

At night, Su's house was brightly lit, and all the places were searched, even the small miscellaneous room in the backyard, everyone's bathroom, and even the closet where people could hide.

Aunt Li finally found the letter in Su Shijie's study, and handed it to Su Shijie: "Young Master, look, this is the letter left by Young Mistress."

Su Shijie sat on the sofa with a tense face and murderous eyes.

He hadn't read that letter yet, and he had a vague premonition.

After quickly scanning the contents of the letter, his eyes became colder and colder, and his thin lips were still frighteningly pale.

Pain, bursts of pain suddenly came from the stomach!

He was so busy these days that he didn't eat on time, and he couldn't even drink his saliva.

He clutched his stomach tightly, his mind blank. [

"How did she escape?" He growled and asked, the letter paper crumpled in his hands, "You all don't know?!"