The tall man with a silver mask walked out from inside, and the man looked coldly at the dozing Mu Qingchi behind the mask.
Women have very delicate facial features. Women in the Jiang family are all from afar. They say that beauty is a disaster. The more beautiful a woman is, the more vicious her heart is.
Ji Zhanbai looked at Mu Qingchi in disgust. This woman seemed to have become a different person compared to five years ago.
Five years ago, Jiang Jingyao was wearing heavy makeup and dressed up with top luxury goods. She looked arrogant and looked unpretentious wherever she went.
Seeing Jiang Jingyao's arrogant and domineering look, he felt boundless disgust from his heart.
Now the woman lying on the sofa is dressed in plain clothes and faces the sky.
It looks completely different from the woman in the fifth grade who wears heavy makeup and arrogant makeup, as if she has changed her own person.
For some reason, Ji Zhanbai saw her leaning against the sofa with her thin body curled up to the sky, and her disgust inexplicably eased a lot.
Just thinking about the dirty and despicable purpose she was holding, and thinking about the car accident explosion five years ago, Ji Zhanbai's anger instantly rose.
He suddenly stretched out his hand to Mu Qingchi who was sleeping on the sofa. Mu Qingchi felt his neck being strangled in his sleep and was completely breathless.
She struggled desperately, but the breathing in her throat became weaker and weaker.
In a daze, she saw a man wearing a silver mask standing beside her, his hands pinching her neck, and she could see a pair of cold and thin eyes behind the mask.
The air became thinner and thinner, and Mu Qingchi fainted and had no consciousness!
Ji Zhanbai tightened his hands, and as long as he tried a little harder, he could break the slender and thin neck of the woman in his hand and send her to see the King of Hell.
But for some reason, looking at the tears rolling out of the woman's eyes and looking at her pale, transparent and lifeless face, the force on his hands slowly weakened.
You can't kill her now! If she dies, how can he check their purpose and catch their handles?
This woman deserves to die, but not now! Ji Zhanbai let go of his hand and threw Mu Qingchi, who was already unconscious, back to the sofa with disgust.
You can't kill her now, but you can't forgive her easily. How she harmed people at the beginning, you have to let her bear the consequences now.
Ji Zhanbai walked gently to the bed, reached out and took off the mask from the man lying on the bed, and dimmed the lights in the room.
After doing all this, Ji Zhanbai returned lightly, the door of the cloakroom closed, and the room returned to peace.
Mu Qingchi was motionless and unconscious on the sofa. I don’t know how long she had been sleeping, but she was awakened by the vibration of her cell phone.
I felt uncomfortable when I opened my eyes, and my neck was in a scorching pain, as if it was about to break.
Well, why did her neck hurt so much? A scene flashed through her mind while she was half unconscious.
The man wearing a silver mask pinched her neck with his hands, his eyes fierce and cold.
Mu Qingchi shivered. Is this a dream or an illusion?
She reached out and touched her neck, it hurt so much!
She wasn't dreaming, someone had indeed pinched her neck just now? She looked at Ji Zhanbai on the bed. Could it be that he had just woken up and used his hand to him?
His eyes first touched the mask placed beside the pillow. Mu Qingchi was stunned for a moment. Why did he take off the mask?
When he touched the man on the bed again, Mu Qingchi widened his eyes, covered his mouth with his hands, and his feet softened back, and the man fell to the ground.