First Lady

Chu Qiao didn't dare to go forward, didn't dare to look at Ming Ye's expression at the moment, so he could only stand silently behind him.

The tall and slender figure was motionless, as if he could not feel any pain. The wound on his right hand was horrifying. Blood dripped down his fingertips and dripped onto the floor to form a puddle of blood.

Tomorrow night, this station is from noon to sunset on the west mountain. Chu Qiao lowered his head and did not dare to move. The lights in the office were not turned on, and he was plunged into darkness.

In the darkness, Ming Ye's straight back was trembling faintly, such a strong man, but now he was silently sad and lonely.

Suddenly a cell phone ringing broke the silence, Ming Ye's body shook, but did not move. [

Chu Qiao sighed secretly, walked over, and saw the four words "Baby Shanshan" flashing on it.

Chu Qiao understands that Ming Ye's heart is his supreme treasure, and nothing can compare to her, so... that's why he cares so much.

"Master, madam's call...do you want to answer it?"

Ming Ye didn't move or speak, Chu Qiao gritted his teeth and continued, "Maybe it's not like what you saw about the young master, madam... she's not that kind of person."

Chu Qiao is usually quite good at talking, but now facing such a silent tomorrow night, he really doesn't know what to do. He would rather have the young master take a gun and shoot him with a gun.

It's scary for the young master to lose his temper. It's even more terrifying for the young master to keep silent when he is obviously very angry and sad.

After a while, the bell kept ringing, as if the little woman was saying capriciously: If you don't answer, I'll kill you if you don't answer.

"give me……"

Ming Ye's voice was very hoarse and trembling slightly, Chu Qiao suddenly felt sore when he heard it, when did his young master live like this.

After thinking about it, Chu Qiao quickly handed the phone to Ming Ye with both hands.

Ming Ye looked at the four words on the screen that he had typed in and read thousands of times, and now they turned into needles and flew out of the screen, piercing into his flesh and blood one after another.

It took almost all of his strength to press the answer button, and just as he got through the phone, there came a voice full of worry and resentment.

"Why don't you come back tomorrow night, why are you answering the phone now? Is there something wrong? People have been waiting for you to pick me up for lunch. You don't mean anything."

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