The Wealthy Psychic Lady: 99 Stolen Kisses

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An Xiaomen stopped talking to her and stunned her directly. When she was finished, fearing that she would wake up early, she took out a piece of string from her bag, tied it, plugged her mouth, and went out.

On the third floor, An Xiaoli glanced at several doors, and each of them tried to enter the password one by one. Perhaps she was lucky. When she entered the first door, the door opened.

Looking inside, it really looks like Nicole's room.

Closing the door, An Xiaolim was thinking about time, and quickly searched for the monitoring probe in the room. As expected, she found it.

I chopped it off and just called to hide in the cloakroom.

The sudden brightness made her somewhat uncomfortable.

Compared with viewing under night vision goggles, the visual effect at this time is even more shocking.

The whole room is pink.

Generally like this color, there must be a girlish heart everywhere.

It ’s just that it ’s too wasteful of electricity to go out and light up the bedroom at home.

Or is it just for clearer monitoring?

An Xiaomen flipped through her things, and found a sketch portrait in the drawer.

The person painted above turned out to be a small eight.

An Xiaomen picked up and looked back, returned the sketch to the original place, and just closed the drawer, they heard footsteps coming from outside.

She entered the cloakroom, and there were so many hangers in it that she couldn't be easily found standing behind one of them.

Just standing, a drunk woman outside with the sound of the door being opened opened a sentence, "I'm exhausted ..."

"Will your Highness cook some hangover soup for you?"

"No, I'm sleepy. I'm going to sleep. I closed the door and got out!"

"Yes, yes, Your Highness, this small one will roll away."

With the door closed, the room was quiet.

An Xiaomen waited quietly for about ten minutes before coming out of the cloakroom, and Nicole lay in bed and closed her eyes and slept.

She had already smelled the strong wine from her so far away.

It can be seen that I drank a lot of wine tonight.

But it really gave her a chance.

The room was dark, and she slept without even taking off her clothes.

An Xiaomen approached the bed and hypnotized her.

She had to think of a more absolute method. Although she had directly offended those in her veins since then, in order to save Xiao Ba, she could only do so.

She demanded that negotiations not be agreed on this side, was it?

After hypnotizing him to get the desired answer, An Xiaomen took this Nicole to take photos of Baguang, then put it on her, found a pen and paper and wrote a statement.

After confirming it was correct, she woke it up.

After waking up, Nicole was still drunk and looked at the strange woman in front of her. She asked, "Who are you?"

"Sign your name on it, otherwise I'll kill you."

Nicole looked at her face and heard her voice again, "An Xiaomeng?"

"Faster."

"I don't sign. You have the ability to kill me. You can't run if you kill me." She supported her arms behind her body and looked up at her in front of her face.

"If you don't sign, don't blame me for posting these photos online for people all over the world to enjoy them together." She showed her the photos on her mobile phone.

After looking at her, her face changed, "You ... how dare you shoot me ..."

"Would you like to sign it?" She reiterated. "After signing this statement, I delete the photo in front of you, I take my person with you, your life is there, your dignity is also, otherwise, don't blame me for not You're welcome."

"Don't you say ... give me three days to send you back ..."

"I thought about it, I can't wait."

"I'll ask you again, sign or not? If I don't sign, I will publish the photo now, Her Highness Nicole, I will not be sorry for the fragrant and precious, think about it, whether I want my own dignity, or something else ..."

She lost her eyes and nodded. "You can do it, I sign."

Picking up her pen, she stared at the handwriting on it, and after browsing it, she slowly signed her name on it, which was not enough.

"Take your fingerprints." She pushed the red ink pad closer.

"You can prepare enough." Nicole said as he pressed his fingers.

"Of course, it's good to be prepared." She packed the signed documents in her bag and asked, "Why don't you shout?"

"I have surveillance in this room. I wonder if Miss An knows?"

"I knew it when I came in, so I was already stunned."

Wen Yan said that she was shocked, and when she wanted to shout, An Xiaomen covered her mouth.

She tied her firmly and stuffed her mouth with something.

"I'll give you a chance to drop the handle? Don't even think about it." Then, she deleted all the photos in the phone's photo album and showed it to Nicole, "I talked, I deleted all, you also See you. "

An Xiaomen took off her shoes and stretched out her hand to fumble over the head of the bed.

Sure enough, something came out. When a gap opened, Nicole's eyes were shocked. This place is only known to her. The person who built the secret room for herself was dealt with by her in secret. How did this An Xiaomen know? of?

An Xiaomen jumped in without looking at him.

The light inside was shining, and her eyes fell on the hoisted figure. Because of the severe beating, the clothes on her body had been smashed, the blood was mottled, the portrait passed out, and she was silent.

An Xiaomen looked at the rope not far away and quickly put him down.

"Little Eight?"

Her hand reached his nose, and fortunately, she breathed.

An Xiaomen untied the ropes on her hands and pulled him out of the back room.

To the outside, An Xiaolim put Xiaoba on the bed, and stained Nicole's clean bed with blood.

"Well ..." Nicole shouted at her, but couldn't make a sound in her mouth.

"Call your grandma a leg!" There was a fire in her heart and she needed to vent, slap it on Nicole's head.

Nicole's body fell to the bed, and he was struggling, but he couldn't get rid of it, just like a big caterpillar could only move.

An Xiaomen didn't have time to manage her now, she thought about how to take Xiaoba out safely.

Xiaoba's head is high and she is low. It is obviously not realistic to carry him. If he can only hold him, he will be too slow.

In this case, to leave here, we must think of a way.

She was running quickly, thinking about flipping out of Nicole's mobile phone and looking at the text messages. There were no text messages sent, but there were a lot of dialed numbers in the communication records. It seemed that she could not send text messages. This is not in line with Nicole's habits.