Chapter 1770 Rose Manor (59)
"…gentlemen."
S presented the card in front of Qiao Fuxing.
There is very little content above, only a short sentence—
Believe it or not, I can make your wife lose one of her hands too?
The back of the card is a printed photo.
The person in the photo is barefoot, walking alone on the street on a rainy night.
With his back to the camera, his whole body was drenched.
The back is thin, the waist is slender, and the snow-white complexion is extremely beautiful.
is also extremely directional.
She didn't show her face, but everyone present seemed to know who was in the photo.
Mr. Qiao, who has a mild temper, finally stopped smiling.
With deep and dark phoenix eyes, she calmly looked at the blood-soaked photo.
The curvature of the corners of the lips became more and more shallow.
Until the end, almost nothing.
Frost freezes, nothing beats this.
Even, his warm and white face seemed to be covered with a layer of cold haze.
Like a terrifying venomous snake completely enraged, the smile on his face disappeared, and even the careless tap of his fingertips also stopped.
There was a deathly silence.
Like falling into an ice cellar in the abyss, it was almost bitingly cold.
It makes people tremble.
Qiao Zhenhuan probably also wanted to kill the fish and break the net, he was really crazy.
But this time, it was also the most correct time for him to figure out Qiao Fuxing's mind.
He wanted to use Yun Si to provoke him.
Finally, he succeeded.
Being followed by a car strapped with explosives, Mr. Qiao did not get angry;
Knowing that he was the one behind the scenes, Mr. Qiao didn't get angry;
But when threatened by holding a photo, Mr. Qiao suddenly smiled.
Laughing calmly to the extreme.
It was extremely cold and gloomy.
Almost chilling.
Mr. Qiao, who has always been mild-tempered, looked at the photo, smiled, looked at S and said:
"Anyway, I hope..."
"My brother, have a good weekend."
Even his tone was gentle, showing no signs of being irritated.
But anyone who knows him well knows that this is his expression when he is extremely angry.
Laughed instead of angry, behaved more modestly and politely, and the smile on his face was also more kind.
It was like the last supper before the judgment, giving people a feeling that death was far away from him.
It's frightening to think about it carefully.
S bowed and took back the card: "Understood, sir."
Uncle Wang, who was standing aside, looked at the opened gift box and shook his head.
Forgive him for not being able to figure it out, why does Mr. Er always force Mr. to death like this?
Mr. Mingming has tolerated him a lot, until he received this gift box, he didn't intend to kill him.
It turned out that this gift box was such a big surprise.
Still directly threatening Mrs.—
Mr. is not crazy.
S was taken away with the gift box when he left and disposed of it.
Uncle Wang had nothing to do, so he also withdrew.
When they went downstairs, they happened to meet Yun Si who was going upstairs with a bouquet of roses.
She was wearing a furry bread coat, a high ponytail, and a warm off-white scarf.
Wrapped tightly all over, with ruddy and soft cheeks, she trotted upstairs.
Those bright peach blossom eyes are extremely lively and beautiful.
Facing them, she hugged the rose and made way.
S bowed to her, and respectfully called madam.
She hummed, and glanced over the gift box.
"This is…?"
She is very sensitive to the smell of blood, and almost smelled it when she went upstairs.
A little too smelly.
(end of this chapter)