The man's short and fat figure was outlined, and the unpleasant smell of tobacco spread into her nose. Yang Qingyue almost instantly recognized that the man was Boss Huang, whom she had found in advance.
Why is he here? Shouldn't he be in the next room?
Yang Qingyue realized the danger and quickly put a smile on her face, "Mr. Huang, why are you here? Did you go to the wrong room?" She said as she stepped back.
His hands groped cautiously in the darkness, trying to find something close to him.
Mr. Huang sneered, maybe because he had been in the dark for a long time, his vision adapted faster than Yang Qingyue, so he reached out and grabbed her wrist accurately.
"You're right." He said firmly.
Mr. Huang laughed evilly, twitching the muscles in his face and feeling another dull pain. His expression became even more gloomy, and all his anger was written on Yang Qingyue's head.
If it hadn't been for this stinky bitch's blind idea, he would have been targeted by Gu Jingting and beaten before he even touched him.
It's okay, Song Qiao is out of reach, so at least I can have a taste of being a movie queen.
Mr. Huang thought about it, took Yang Qingyue's big hand and moved it eagerly to her body. The soft and smooth touch instantly made him excited.
Yang Qingyue was flustered by the sudden change and struggled subconsciously.
"What are you doing? Let go." She yelled angrily.
Mr. Huang was simmering with anger. Seeing how fiercely she resisted, he slapped her, interrupted Yang Qingyue's remaining words, and forcibly threw her onto the bed.
The huge force almost caused Yang Qingyue to fall to the ground.
She reflexively grabbed the sheets to steady her body, her face almost numb with pain, "Mr. Huang, this is not what we agreed in advance."
"If you dare to mess around again, I will call the police."
Mr. Huang sneered, "I was almost killed by you today. How can I get this debt back from you? If you have the ability to call the police, then do it!"
He even killed his cell phone and called the police. What should he report?
Yang Qingyue hadn't figured out how things developed to this point. It was clear that Song Qiao drank the wine she handed her, and she did go out as planned.
Why is Mr. Huang so crazy? Instead of going to find her, he is pestering himself here.
Yang Qingyue obviously didn't have time to think deeply about the current situation. She felt cold, half of her clothes were torn off, and Mr. Huang's salty hand reached out and touched it hard.
Thinking of his disgusting appearance, Yang Qingyue suddenly went crazy.
She screamed, using her hands and feet, kicking and beating Mr. Huang crazily. In the confusion, she kicked him in the chin. The pain made Mr. Huang curse angrily, and he grabbed her with his backhand and threw her to the ground.
"Boom——"
After the muffled sound, Yang Qingyue didn't even dare to cry out in pain. She got up and rushed out.
Mr. Huang gave a hideous laugh. This hotel was a prison specially prepared for her tonight. Since she had no choice but to resist, he would just play with her.
"Come here!" He stepped forward.
"Ah... help..."
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Next door room.
Xiang Chen sat in front of the monitor, looking at the various chaotic scenes inside, and turned away his eyes in disgust, "You guys are staring here. Don't let that door open until dawn."
"Yes, Brother Chen."
Things here were arranged properly, so Xiang Chen didn't stay any longer and got up and went back to find Gu Jingting to recover.
When he returned to the villa, he went straight to the second floor and saw someone in Gu Jingting's bedroom. Song Qiao was already lying on the bed and sleeping soundly. Gu Jingting stood beside him, playing with a cigarette with his fingertips.
The slightly open collar extends downward, revealing the sexy locks.
Hearing the noise, he raised his eyes toward the door. Xiang Chen walked in and reported to him in a low voice, "The matter has been taken care of. We will keep an eye on it over there."
"Well, go check her information and hand it over tomorrow morning." Gu Jingting said.
Xiang Chen nodded.
After he finished saying what he wanted to say, he quietly left the room.
Gu Jingting looked down at the cigarette in his hand, chuckled, threw it to the bedside, and gritted his teeth to Song Qiao beside him, "I really owe you."
When I have something to do, I just ask for help, and when I have nothing to do, I pack my things and walk far away without even making a phone call to say hello.
He also said he wanted to thank you.
What a white-eyed wolf.
The more Gu Jingting thought about it, the more angry he became. He stretched out his hand to pinch her nose and applied gentle pressure. Song Qiao became breathless and began to struggle back and forth.
He watched Song Qiao frown and finally let go out of mercy, but the next second, the person who was still sleeping suddenly opened his eyes with a "swish".
The clear black and white eyes were full of fear and helplessness.
Gu Jingting realized something was wrong, reached out and patted the back of Song Qiao's hand, "What's the matter, are you having a nightmare?"
Song Qiao's eyes were blank for a moment. Gu Jingting's voice fell into her cochlea, and it took a moment to break into her mind. She looked at Gu Jingting and exhaled calmly.
"Yeah." Song Qiao nodded, "I dreamed of being arrested."
Just like that day, her hands and feet were tied and her body was imprisoned. Even struggling was as difficult as a mayfly shaking a tree. When she was most desperate, someone reached out and covered her mouth and nose.
Song Qiao woke up from this kind of suffocation.
Thin cold sweat suddenly appeared, reflecting her pale face, which made Gu Jingting feel apologetic. If it hadn't been for his whim, Song Qiao would not have had such a nightmare.
"It's okay, as long as I'm here, no one can touch you." He reassured.
Of course Song Qiao knows.
There was no safest place than beside Gu Jingting. She slowly let go of her hanging heart. Her whole body began to feel sticky, so she struggled to get up, "I want to take a bath."
"Well, you go ahead. I'll have someone bring you a change of clothes." Gu Jingting stood up and moved out of the way.
Song Qiao moved, but still felt weak.
Gu Jingting caught a glimpse of her from the corner of his eye, turned around and helped her up, "Can you still get up? Do you need me to find someone to help you?"
Song Qiao got up with Gu Jingting's strength and landed on the ground. Her whole body felt light and airy, as if she were stepping on clouds. If this situation continued, she would definitely fall down when she entered the bathroom.
"Forget it, I'll take a nap again and talk about it when I wake up," Song Qiao said.
Gu Jingting said, "The doctor has seen your situation. If you want to wait for the effect of the medicine to completely evaporate, it will have to be at least after eight o'clock tomorrow morning. You won't be comfortable sleeping like this."
"But……"
"You wait, I'll find someone."
Gu Jingting didn't give her a chance to refuse.
Not long after he went out, a servant who looked to be in his forties or fifties came in from outside, with a kind face that made it easy for people to relax their vigilance.
She came over with a smile on her face and said to Song Qiao, "Miss, sir, let me help you wipe your body briefly. Just lie down and don't move."
After the servant finished speaking, he went to the bathroom and brought out a basin of water.
Although they were both women, it was still a bit awkward for Song Qiao to be honest in front of her. She refused and said, "Just give me the towel and I'll do it myself."
