Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

"……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?

On the back of the card is the printed photo.

The person in the photo is barefoot and walking alone on the street on a rainy night.

With his back to the camera, he was soaked all over.

Her back is thin, her waist is slender, and her snow-white complexion is extremely beautiful.

It is also extremely directional.

She did not show her face, but everyone present seemed to know who the person in the photo was.

The smile on the gentle-tempered Mr. Qiao's face finally stopped.

With deep black phoenix eyes, he looked calmly at the blood-soaked photo.

The curvature of the corners of the lips became lighter and lighter.

Until the end, almost nothing.

Frost freezes like this.

In fact, his warm and white face seemed to be shrouded in a cold haze.

Like a terrifying poisonous snake that was completely irritated, the smile on his face disappeared, and even the careless tapping of his fingertips stopped.

There was a deathly silence.

It was like an ice cellar falling into the abyss, almost bone-chillingly cold.

Makes people tremble.

Qiao Zhenhuan probably also had the idea of ​​​​destroying the situation, and he was really crazy.

But this time, he was also the most correct in trying to figure out Qiao Fuxing's thoughts.

He wanted to use Yun Si to anger him.

Finally, he succeeded.

Being followed by a car strapped with explosives, Mr. Qiao did not get angry;

Knowing that he was the instigator behind the scenes, Mr. Qiao did not get angry;

But when he was threatened with a photo, Mr. Qiao suddenly smiled.

Smiling extremely calmly.

There was a violent and terrifying coldness in his eyes.

It was extremely cold and gloomy.

It's almost chilling.

Mr. Qiao, who has always had a gentle temper, looked at the photo, smiled, looked at S and said:

"No matter what method I use, I hope..."

"My brother, have a nice last weekend."

Even his tone was gentle, and there was no sign of being irritated.

But anyone who knows him knows that this is how he behaves when he is extremely angry.

Instead of being angry, he smiled, appeared more humble and polite, and the smile on his face became kinder.

Like the last supper before sentencing, it gives people a feeling that death is far away from him.

It’s simply terrifying to think about it.

S bowed and took back the card: "I understand, 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. Sir to death like this?

Obviously, Mr. Ming had tolerated him a lot, and he had no intention of killing him until he received this gift box.

The gift box turned out to be such a big surprise when it arrived.

Or directly threaten Madam——

It would be strange if Mr.

When S left, the gift box was also taken away and disposed of.

Uncle Wang had nothing to do, so he also left together.

When they went downstairs, they happened to meet Yun Si who was going upstairs with a bouquet of roses.

She was wearing a furry baker's coat, a high ponytail, and a warm off-white scarf.

His whole body was wrapped tightly, his cheeks were rosy and soft, and he trotted upstairs.

Those bright peach blossom eyes are extremely vivid and beautiful.

Facing them, she hugged the rose and gave way.

S bowed to her and called Madam respectfully.

She hummed and glanced over the gift box.

"This is……?"

She was very sensitive to the smell of blood and could smell it almost as soon as she went upstairs.

A little too smelly.