The rich and powerful young lady

Chapter 15 Chilled Lotus Seed Soup

After that, whenever she saw them, she would act like a hedgehog, stabbing anyone who came close.

It was only when drawing the design drawings that she could truly calm down.

Don't think about anything, just focus on one thing.

Only at this time can her heart find peace and relief.

"Young Madam, Master asked me to bring you a bowl of chilled lotus seed soup to cool you off." The servant knocked on the door with a tray and came in.

Jiang Yimo, who was concentrating on composing the picture, was interrupted and was very dissatisfied, "I don't want to drink, take it out, don't you see that I am busy? No one is allowed to come in and disturb me!"

The servant was so frightened by Jiang Yimo's lesson that he kept apologizing, "I'm sorry, young lady, I know I was wrong, but the young master asked me to send it to you. This is prepared by the madam for the young master. Eldest young master is reluctant to let you force me to send you a copy."

Carefully put it next to the table and went out.

Jiang Yimo's train of thought was interrupted, and he couldn't go on with the design. He looked at the bowl of iced lotus seed soup on the table, thought of the poor fool Mu who was always looking at her, and took the lotus seed soup and drank it in one gulp.

It's cold and comfortable, and tastes good.

I didn't feel hot when I was concentrating on drawing, but after drinking this lotus seed soup, I felt a little hot and uncomfortable.

The servant hid outside the door, saw Jiang Yimo drink all the lotus seed soup from the crack of the door, and reported to Tang Xin when he returned, "Young Madam has drunk it."

"After a while, quickly coax the young master into the room." Tang Xin spoke, just in time for Mu Zirui who came in to hear him.

Jiang Yimo felt a little hot and uncomfortable, got up and opened the window, his eyes suddenly blurred, and he almost fell down.

A pair of big hands hugged her in time, she raised her head, and vaguely saw a face somewhat similar to that of Fool Mu in her blurred vision...

"Eldest young master, the young lady seems to be feeling a little uncomfortable, please go in and have a look at her."

As soon as Mu fool heard it, he immediately went to find his wife, opened the door and rushed in, "Wife..."

There was no one in the room, warm air was blowing in from the open windows, and the design drawings were blown to the floor.

Fool Mu walked in, picked up the white manuscript paper with patterns on the ground, and saw his wife everywhere.

When the servant saw that the young lady had disappeared, his face turned green with fright.

"Hurry up and look for it! Where's the second young master?" Tang Xin was shocked when she learned that Jiang Yimo had disappeared.

"The second young master is gone too."

Jiang Yimo shook his face vigorously to see the picture in front of him clearly.

Large expanses of greenery cover as far as the eye can reach.

She didn't know where it was, she just kept running.

The whole body felt extremely hot and uncomfortable, as if there were countless ants crawling in the body, it was uncomfortably itchy.

But I couldn't catch it anywhere.

His head was dripping with sweat, and his white shirt was drenched with sweat, and his exquisite curves became more and more clear and eye-catching.

No matter how stupid Jiang Yimo was, he still understood something.

That damn bowl of chilled lotus seed soup.

She looked behind her, Mu Zirui didn't chase after her, she wanted to find a hidden place to rest first.

The pain in the body is almost unbearable.

At this time, she really hoped that someone could knock herself out, so that it would not be so uncomfortable.

Jiang Yimo staggered forward, but was suddenly knocked unconscious by a wooden stick that came out from behind.

In her vague consciousness, she saw the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man who wanted to kill her.

Shouldn't this be Mu's house?

How could that middle-aged man be here?
Mu Zirui chased after him all the way, and saw a wooden stick thrown on the ground, but Jiang Yimo had long since disappeared.

The back garden of Mu's house is very large, full of various green plants and flowers.

Passing through the long green belt and making several turns, I saw a giant arch that was as tall as a person and entwined with vines.

There are many pink flowers blooming on the vine.

When you walk in, you will be greeted by a large number of colorful and competing flowers and various bright plants, many of which cannot even be named.

The fence is also covered with vine-like flowers, and the bewitching flowers bloom, which looks ancient and mysterious, just like entering the back garden of an ancient European manor.

Mu Zirui looked at everything in front of him in amazement. For the first time in more than 20 years since he was born, he knew that there was such a simple, mysterious, yet unusually beautiful and novel place in his home.

If he hadn't chased Jiang Yimo all the way here, maybe he would never know that there is such a place in Mu's house in his life.

There was a woman's shoe next to a short green plant that couldn't be named. Mu Zirui walked over to pick up the shoe and found that it belonged to Jiang Yimo.

He didn't care to appreciate these wonders any more, and immediately chased after them.

At the end of the garden, there is a small house surrounded by green vines and vine-like flowers, and various flowers and plants are planted beside it. When you go around to the back, you can remove a layer of soil on the ground and see a wooden board.

Pull back the wooden board, and there is a small black passage leading to the basement.

Jiang Yimo was carried in by the middle-aged man and thrown on an abandoned big bed.

Turn on the light, and you can see the whole picture of the basement clearly. It is full of high-end furniture and daily necessities, and the huge photo frame is covered with a white cloth, with a layer of floating dust on it, and only half of the bottom of the frame is exposed. Come.

The middle-aged man took out the needle prepared in advance to inhale the transparent liquid, and glanced at Jiang Yimo who was curled up on the big bed like a painful convulsion.

"Where are you going to run away today?" The middle-aged man approached Jiang Yimo with a needle in his hand, "Little girl, don't blame me, Zhang Daqi, for being cruel. If you hadn't blocked our way, I wouldn't want to send you to such a long-term... The little girl who is as beautiful as a flower is killed."

Jiang Yimo's body seemed to be bitten by tens of thousands of ants, itching and uncomfortable. She looked at the middle-aged man in front of her with a needle and wanted to inject liquid into her arm. She knew in her heart that he wanted her own life again, but her body But can't move.

Can't even resist.

"Ah..." Jiang Yimo groaned in pain, his cheeks flushed unnaturally, his forehead was dripping with sweat, and the shirt on his body stuck to his skin, exuding the seductive fragrance unique to young women.

The middle-aged man was about to bury the pillow into Jiang Yimo's fair skin. Under the dim light, he saw the red-cheeked Jiang Yimo's bewildered eyes exuding an enchanting and charming light.

He swallowed unconsciously, he had been lying in wait for so many days in this boring place, and he had never touched a woman before, so he was a little impatient.

Anyway, she was going to die, so it was better to have sex with her first, so as not to waste such a beauty.

Pulling off Jiang Yimo's shirt, he suddenly heard movement above, and immediately turned his head to look vigilantly. The light in the basement suddenly went out, and it was pitch black.

(End of this chapter)