Chapter 1772 Rose Manor (61)
He smiled, hummed, and listened.
"..." She pursed her lips, "Is there really no danger? Need...I do something?"
She smelled blood, which made her uneasy.
Mr. Qiao laughed, hugged her, and shook her slightly.
It's like coaxing a baby.
"Silly girl, it's really all right."
"Don't you still believe me?"
“…” I believe it, but I’m still a little uneasy.
Mr. Qiao touched her face tenderly, looked at her and said, "Trust me, okay?"
"..." She grabbed his sleeve, "Are you all right?"
"Well, it's okay."
He hugged her tightly in his arms and rubbed her head.
The tense emotions seemed to have eased, showing a tendency to soften.
"It's okay...it's going to be okay...trust me..."
She was held and buried in his arms.
Carefully, cared for, treated like a treasure.
"It's fine…"
He lowered his eyes and smiled.
Outside the window, it was snowing heavily and fluttering.
The ground is covered with that icy white, covering the withered rose branches and covering all the colors.
Endless white, dazzlingly white.
It’s like a sharp blade, when it’s out of its sheath, it’s ready to kill.
Killing people invisible.
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In such a cold winter, suffering is a very painful thing.
Qiao Zhenhuan did not die in the end, but was still kidnapped and trapped in a dark cellar.
I don't even know who kidnapped him and what his purpose is.
His eyes were blinded and his hands were tied behind his back.
Let him scold all over the sky and rampage everywhere, and no one pays attention to him.
His voice alone echoed in the cold cellar, echoing, echoing...
The mental torture suffered is more terrible and unbearable than the physical torture.
No one responded to him, which made his spirit even more manic and broken, and more difficult to control.
Sometimes when he gets tired of cursing, stop, and then the meal will be delivered.
silently placed at his feet.
The rice was cold, and sometimes rancid, as if he was being treated as a prisoner.
How could Qiao Zhenhuan, who had never been humiliated before, be able to swallow this breath?
He was going crazy.
In the beginning, he directly kicked those meals down, extremely stubborn.
But in the end, after being hungry for three or four days, he went on a rampage, lost his strength, and his stomach ached from hunger.
I endured it for a few days, but in the end I still knelt on the ground in humiliation, biting the food with my mouth like a dog.
Eating extremely embarrassingly, also extremely ironic and absurd.
Back then, the man who was arrogant and regarded human life as a straw, now he can live like a dog in order to survive.
Really laughable.
S sent the surveillance video over, the mild-tempered Mr. Qiao had just woken up.
Put on a light gray thin sweater and sit by the bed, with a thin and beautiful back.
Typical skinny figure when dressed, but fleshy figure when undressed.
Extremely pleasing to the eye.
S sent over the video, he didn't watch it, just glanced at it.
Then, lowering his eyes, he turned around.
Quietly look at the person who fell asleep on the bed and hasn't woken up yet.
The room was dark, the curtains were drawn, and it was snowing heavily outside.
The gentle and elegant Mr. Qiao leaned over slowly in the warm air-conditioned room.
Through the quilt, half pressed her, and gently touched her face.
The sound is very soft.
"Si Si."
(end of this chapter)