The chief idle wife is too enchanting

Chapter 2 Part.1 Reunion is not her
North America, Mexico City.

There is a secret slave market outside the city, where thousands of people are sold every day, including sons, daughters and wives, only you don't want it, and you can't buy it without you.

Mo Yao reluctantly walked on the street with a look of disgust.Although the word personality does not appear in his life dictionary, he still resents such a blatant violation of morality and ethics as putting people on the street like animals and letting people choose and sell them.

A trace of irritability grew faintly in my heart.

Yes, fidgety!
The damned Mexican gang actually chose this kind of garbage place as the venue for the negotiation.The only entrance was blocked by a broken carriage, his limousine was parked outside, and he had to condescend to walk.

The dilapidated streets, dirty roads, and rubbish and gravel all over the floor made him feel that every step he took was a desecration of the pair of expensive handmade leather shoes on his feet, which were made by famous Italian masters.

Inadvertently seeing the dust on the shoe surface, Mo Yao's hostility became heavier again.

Beiying followed closely, not daring to fall behind.He has followed Mo Yao for many years, and he knows Mo Yao better than Mo Yao knows himself, so Bei Ying, who is getting heavier and heavier, naturally sees it in his eyes.

In the face of this uncertain master, Beiying's consistent policy is to remain silent.

A frail figure flashed in his eyes, and his hurried steps stopped abruptly.Beiying followed too closely and almost bumped into him, but fortunately, she reacted quickly enough and stopped in time.Otherwise, with the master's current mood, he would definitely kick him away.

Mo Yao stared blankly at the front, the thin little girl curled up in the corner.He looked about eighteen or nineteen years old. His clothes were so ragged that they could only cover the important parts of his body, and his bare feet were hidden under his body. Whether it was cold or fear, his small body was shaking non-stop.

Under Mo Yao's unchanging eyes, Beiying saw a trace of surprise as if it were a flash in the pan.

The girl lowered her head, Mo Yao couldn't see her face clearly, almost without brain control, he stretched out his hand towards the girl, wanting to raise his chin to see her appearance.

"Master Qi." Out of the instinct to protect her master, Beiying's hand stopped Mo Yao.

This is Mexico City, the territory they just took over, and opponents will ambush and attack at any time.He wouldn't naively think that choosing such a place to negotiate was just because of the other party's special taste.

Mo Yao naturally understood, and withdrew his outstretched hand.Just as she was about to turn around and leave, the girl seemed to feel that the sun on her body was covered, and raised her head unconsciously.

In an instant, Mo Yao's heart was in a frenzy, and the name that had been buried in his heart for a long time almost blurted out.

"What's your name?" Beiying asked first.

The girl looked at the two people in front of her with cold eyes, shrank back timidly, and did not answer.

"What's your name?" Mo Yao didn't have the patience of Bei Ying, and spoke in a commanding tone.Looking at the man's icy face, the girl hugged her tightly and trembled even more, and a trembling voice came out of her throat: "Chu Qiao."

"It really wasn't her." Mo Yao laughed at himself.Back then, her family was destroyed, from an 80-year-old man down to a few-month-old baby, all of them were killed.On the day of the incident, he stood in front of her house and watched the police put her in a body bag and carry her to the police car.

For many years, that scene seems to be engraved in my mind, and it is replayed back and forth every sleepless night.

(End of this chapter)