"Don't answer!"

Qiao Yan was about to answer. He was gripped by a big hand, struggling twice and couldn't move.

The screen was still flashing. She saw it in her eyes and was anxious in her heart. She had to beg: "stop it. If there is no important thing, vice president Zhao won't call me at night!"

Zhao Zihua has a good working ability. When he was under song Yulin, he was always suppressed by song Yulin's cousin, song Yulong. Now Qiao Yan takes office. He was promoted like Su Zian at the beginning, which was her first confidant in Qiao's family.

"Does the company matter, or do I matter? Huh?"

The man refused to let go, and his other hand was like a snake. She ducked under her skirt.

Qiao Yan trembled sensitively and snorted. His tone became soft and ambiguous: "cut an, stop making trouble, let me answer the phone first..."

"No! I'm jealous!"

He is aboveboard.

"Zhao Zihua is in his forties, and his head is bald!" Qiao Yan shouted helplessly.

"Who is jealous of him? Is your work getting busier and busier? Is work more important than your husband? Huh?"

The man's voice gradually became hoarse and said slowly. It's a bit unseemly.

"I... uh..."

"You... Huh!"

……

I've been busy these days. I don't have time to linger with him. When he was caught today, he looked like a wolf who had been hungry for a long time. He had been tossing Qiao Yan to death.

Finally, the little woman flushed and fell soft in his arms. With a little sullen on her beautiful face and moist eyes, she stared at him fiercely. She was angry and powerless to resist, which made the jealous man feel good at last.

Finally recovered a little strength, Qiao Yanqiang got up and took his cell phone.

Zhao Zihua did not call again, but he sent two messages.

Qiao Yan was so weak that he didn't have any strength. After seeing the information, an exciter sat up straight and fought back while looking for his clothes.

"What's the matter?"

When she saw that she was anxious, she sat up and handed her clothes to her hand.

"Vice president Zhao, what you said is true?"

Qiao Yan didn't even have the mind to cut an when he replied. He dressed casually and asked eagerly.

"It's true!" Zhao Zihua lowered his voice. "President Qiao, are you coming now?"

"Of course! Watch her for me. Don't let her run away, and don't let anything happen to her!"

"Yes!"

Hang up the phone, Qiao Yan's expression is stiff for a few seconds, his eyes are straight and dignified.

She put on her shirt, but she didn't fasten the button, revealing her bra.

"What's the matter? Good boy, turn around."

At that time, zhan'an looked at her and frowned slightly. When she turned around blankly, she tied her buttons flexibly, like taking care of a child.

Just about to put her coat on again. The little woman suddenly jumped into his arms, grabbed his shoulder with both hands, and sobbed.

When she was stunned, she stretched out her hand and patted her on the back, "what's the matter, little smoke? What happened? What did the vice president say to you?"

The little woman cried more and more fiercely. She trembled in his arms. He only robbed her cell phone and opened the message. He was stunned.

One message from Zhao Zihua is a series of video screenshots, which were sent to the hotel four years ago.

At the time, Zhan an clenched his fist.

And the next message. Zhao Zihua said: Mr. Qiao, I have found a waiter in the hotel. She said she saw a beggar enter the hotel and go to your room. Now the beggar has been recognized by her. Would you like to see him?

Qiao Yan entered the president's office to seize Qiao's power and to contact all song Yulin's contacts. So as to find out the cause of their parents' death and their own affairs four years ago.

Even if not for herself, think for herself.

The doctor said that Sisi's disease needs to find her biological father and test the gene before it can be treated.

These things are about her worst night, so I didn't mention them to Zhan an. Now, he suddenly saw these two messages, as if he had been struck overhead by thunder.

Enter her room

Beggars

These words made Shi zhanan's eyes red and put his arm around Qiao Yan. Also unconsciously force. He didn't let go until the little woman groaned with pain.

"Where are they?"

His voice was low and depressed, with some gloomy smell, which made Qiao Yan subconsciously flustered. "You, you rest at home. I can go alone..."

"I ask you, where are they now?!"

The man repeated, his eyes lengyi. There is a sense of oppression that people dare not resist.

It was a great shame to tell him this. Joe hung his head, grabbed his clothes with his fingers and said low: "... In Qiao's basement."

Without saying a word, Shi zhanan quickly got out of bed and went to the cloakroom to change his clothes. Turning back, he grabbed Qiao Yan's arm and strode out.

"Cut an, don't go, I myself..."

Joe Yan was embarrassed by the people she was going to see. She really didn't want to cut an at the same time.

But as if she hadn't heard, she dragged her all the way down the stairs, stuffed her into the car and sat in the driver's seat.

He held the steering wheel with his fingers. I was trembling and a cold sweat came out of my forehead.

Qiao Yan didn't see him like this. He shouted low, "cut an..."

Shi zhanan took two deep breaths, closed his eyes wearily, finally took out his mobile phone and said hoarsely, "Lao Wang, come out and drive for me."

Thought of meeting the man who gave Joe a cigarette. Shi zhanan couldn't suppress his irritability and anger. Joe's cigarette is still in his car. He doesn't dare to take risks by himself.

Soon, when Lao Wang, the driver, came, he sat in the back seat with Qiao Yan and ran all the way to Qiao's building.

It was dark in the basement. Qiao Yan was humiliated by song Yulin. When she was in charge of logistics, this was her base camp.

In a small room with materials, a dirty man was tied in the corner, shivering and shivering. On one side sat a middle-aged woman who kept looking nervously.

Seeing two men and a woman entering the door, the middle-aged woman suddenly stood up and looked at them in horror.

Shi zhanan was silent, with one hand in his pocket and an iron face. He stood at the door with a gloomy and surging breath, which made the whole small room full of depression.

Zhao Zihua glanced at him secretly and swallowed his saliva. Then he dared to say to Qiao Yan, "President Qiao, this is... The witnesses at that time, as well as the parties."

Qiao Yan stared at the beggar dully. His dirty smell seemed to infect Qiao Yan, which made her bend down and vomit involuntarily

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