Hearing the middle-aged man's words, Zhou Yucui sneered: "You are an outsider and have no right to judge what kind of person I am!"
She didn't realize that she didn't tell the middle-aged man Xiaoxiao's name, but he knew it.
The middle-aged man ignored Zhou Yucui, took out his mobile phone, opened the video software, and asked with a smile: "Xiaoxiao, what cartoon do you want to watch?"
"Pleasant Goat and Big Big Wolf!"
The middle-aged man was very easy-going, and Xiaoxiao was not as scared as before.
"Okay!"
The cartoon of Pleasant Goat and Big Big Wolf was played, and the middle-aged man looked at it with a fond look on his face and smiled.
At first, I was still a little scared and smiled, but soon I was amused by the plot in the cartoon and started laughing.
As the car sped along, Zhou Yucui did not doubt anything. On the contrary, she felt very relaxed at this moment.
Qin Dayong has been in coma for half a month. This half month is a kind of torture for a woman like her who is greedy for wealth.
Today, I am finally free.
When Yang Chen dies and Qin Dayong dies again, her good days will come.
Zhou Yucui became more and more excited when she thought about the luxurious villa at the top of Yunfeng Mountain and the various luxury cars in the garage.
I have already begun to plan in my mind how to sell all those luxury cars.
Once all those cars were sold, she would have a lot of money, which she squandered wantonly.
She even considered whether she would like to travel around the world by then?
"Haha~"
Thinking of those beautiful days, she suddenly couldn't help laughing.
The middle-aged man's eyes became more and more gloomy, Xiaoxiao looked up at Zhou Yucui strangely, and then looked down at the cartoon.
Half an hour later, the car stopped in front of a single-family luxury villa.
"Brother Qiang, we're here!"
The driver of the car said something to the middle-aged man.
"What is this place?"
Just now, Zhou Yucui had been dreaming about a better future and didn't pay attention to the route.
After getting off the car, he asked doubtfully.
The middle-aged man's mouth curved with a hint of joking: "Don't worry, Mr. Meng will be here soon, you go in and wait!"
For some reason, Zhou Yucui suddenly felt something was wrong.
But it was just a feeling that he still didn't doubt the middle-aged man's identity and took the initiative to walk into the villa.
"What kind of villa is this? Compared with my villa at the top of Yunfeng, it's not worth mentioning!"
Zhou Yucui said with disdain after walking around the villa.
It was as if the top of Yunfeng belonged to her.
"Where's Xiaoxiao?"
After a while, Zhou Yucui smiled.
At this moment, the middle-aged man suddenly answered a phone call, stood up straight, looked extremely respectful, nodded repeatedly and said: "Mr. Yang, don't worry, I have arranged for Xiaoxiao to be sent away. She is fine and fine!"
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After hanging up the phone, Zhou Yucui frowned and said, "Who is Mr. Yang?"
She felt more and more something was wrong, wasn't it Mr. Meng?
Why did Mr. Yang suddenly appear again?
The middle-aged man sneered: "You care who I contact? What does it have to do with you? If you dare to say any more nonsense, I will kill you now!"
After the words fell, a cold light dagger suddenly appeared in the middle-aged man's hand.
Zhou Yucui jumped greatly and quickly closed her mouth.
Time passed by, and it had been ten minutes since she came to this villa. Xiaoxiao had also been taken away, but Meng Tianjiao was still nowhere to be seen.
Before, she was very relaxed and excited because she thought that Yang Chen was about to die.
But now that she had calmed down, she was suddenly very frightened.
Meng Tianjiao dares to kill even people, will he let her go?
"Mr. Meng, why aren't you here yet?"
Zhou Yucui looked at the middle-aged man with some fear and asked.
The middle-aged man squinted at her and asked, "Are you so anxious to see Mr. Meng?"
"Have I not completed the task he assigned me? Can I leave now?"
Zhou Yucui stood up and tried to leave.
"Mr. Meng said that as long as you dare to step out of the villa, let me kill you!"
The middle-aged man was sitting on the sofa, with his feet on the coffee table, playing with a gleaming dagger in his hand, and said calmly.
Zhou Yucui, who had just reached the door of the villa, trembled all over and stopped quickly.
She had already opened the door, and with just one step, she was about to step out of the villa.