Refused to marry a wealthy family: training billionaire tycoons

Chapter 93

Accompanied by the sound of footsteps, came Butler Li's anxious voice and his figure rushing to the door——

"Master! How are you, Master, I'm sorry—"

"Go away!" Sikong Jingqiu glared at the reckless Butler Li, quickly dodged, blocked Li Butler's sight, neatly wrapped Haiyue tightly, and then turned around, "What are you running up for?"

"I——" Butler Li turned his back to them, his body was stiff and straight, his voice trembling unnaturally, "I'm sorry, young master! I didn't see anything! I'm just worried, the young master has been here for so long, Will something happen..."

"I'm fine." Sikong Jingqiu's voice was hoarse and deep, as if he had deliberately suppressed it.With a dark face, he glanced at the back of Butler Li's head for a long time, turned around, hugged the absent-minded Haiyue by the waist, and walked towards the door.

When he came to the door, Sikong Jingqiu stopped in his tracks, and took another look at Butler Li who stood there like a statue, never daring to make any overstepping movements. He turned his head and glanced coldly at the messy scene in the room. And the person who fell unconscious on the ground said coldly, "I will leave it to you to deal with it, and Haiyue and I will go back first."

"Yes." Li Butler nodded with his back to Sikong Jingqiu, and stood up straighter.

Sikong Jingqiu stopped talking, carried Haiyue in his arms and walked down the stairs, walked through the living room, walked to the car at the door, and left the room filled with a nasty smell.

During the short time that the young master went up, did something happen?
The driver waiting by the side of the car saw them in such a panic, he stood there dumbfounded and didn't come back to his senses for a while.

Sikong Jingqiu ignored him, just hugged Haiyue and sat in the back seat, closing the door.

The always soft-spoken young master's face is actually colored. This kind of situation is something that never happened in the period when the young master was most prone to conflict with others!
The driver was so surprised, his eyes followed Sikong Jingqiu's movement, and he couldn't come back to his senses.

After waiting in the car for a few minutes, but there was no movement from the driver, Sikong Jingqiu rolled down the glass of the window with a sullen face, and said coldly, "What are you waiting for? Hurry up and drive back to Sikong Manor."

"Yes... yes!" After being reprimanded in such a low voice, the driver finally came to his senses, hurriedly got into the driver's seat, closed the door, put on his seat belt, and started the car.

The car slowly exited the not-so-spacious alley, turned a corner at the intersection, and drove steadily onto the main road leading to Sikong Manor.

The high-rise buildings and landscape trees outside the car window are constantly receding, and there are also colorful billboards, inflatable arches for various promotions at the entrance of the business, etc., which are full of signs of urbanization...

Haiyue's body was stiff, sitting on Sikong Jingqiu's lap, without any thought of admiring the scenery outside the window, grabbing Sikong Jingqiu's blood-stained shirt, and buried herself tightly in his chest.

But even so, her heart was still trembling and frightened uncontrollably.

Although Sikong Jingqiu didn't speak, Haiyue felt it from his tense muscles, and he was very angry.

Haiyue grabbed the shirt on Sikong Jingqiu's chest with such strength that her finger bones turned white, and the cloth in her hand was twisted into pickles, crumpled, as if this could alleviate some inner fears.

If, later, Sikong Jingqiu asked why she appeared at Du Yunyan's house, how would he answer?

Thinking of this, Haiyue felt as if the blood in her whole body was frozen in an instant, and she couldn't help but feel a chill down her spine.

Of course, it is impossible for Sikong Jingqiu not to notice Haiyue's small movements. He frowned and looked at the regressing scenery outside the window. After a long time, he slowly turned his head and glanced at the trembling person curled up in his arms. His eyes darkened, and the line of his jaw tightened suddenly.

Even though his mood fluctuated violently and there was a rush of fury in his chest, Sikong Jingqiu didn't have any plans to speak.

After all, they are still on the road, in the car, it is not suitable to talk about things here, let alone there is an outsider present...

(End of this chapter)