Aristocratic Shocking Love: The First Lady

Leng Kuang shrugged his shoulders, and his voice was slightly mocking: Aren't you very capable? You can find rescuers under my nose. Since you are so capable, you can definitely open the door yourself under my skin!

You... Chu Qing's attitude softened suddenly: You know everything.

With a cold and frenzied face, with the light of the street lamp on the opposite side behind him, the whole person is shrouded in shadow.

I was almost deceived by you. I saw that you wandered around the White Apple Square for so long, and thought you liked it very much, so I planned to give you a surprise there, but I didn't expect that I saw a mark on the statue, At first I thought I was just thinking about it, but what I didn't expect was that I still got someone, that is your savior Michael! He tilted his head and smiled at Chu Qing, that smile made Chu Qing feel creepy.

Chu Qing's heart sank instantly.

Sure enough, he knew everything.

She bit her lips for a while before uttering a sentence: Everything is just a coincidence, it's just a coincidence...

Coincidence, I also want to think that all this is just a coincidence, so I pretended not to know anything, but meeting your friend by chance made me have to admit that it was not a coincidence. If it was a coincidence, why didn't you want to leave Lyon with me earlier? Why? Leng Kuang asked with a murderous look.

Chu Qing knew that no matter how much she argued, no matter how much she refuted, it was useless.

She bit her lip, her voice was full of grievances: I just want to go home, I just want to go home...

Leng Kuang's eyes were suddenly stained with a gloomy and cold light, and his expression was frighteningly gloomy: Did I say that I won't take you home?

You told my family that I'm dead, how do you think I'll go home! Chu Qing's eyes were red with grievance, she turned her head to look out of the window and said nothing.

Leng Kuang stretched out his hand and broke her slender jaw, a pair of black pupils as deep as the sea: If I let you go home, will you agree to be with me?

Chu Qing tried her best to ignore the masculine aura surrounding her that was so close to her.

She pursed her lips for a while, and finally squeezed out four words: I don't know!

That hesitation, but there was a touch of coldness and strangeness, and his eyes were guarded and distant, afraid that he would trick her into testing her.

How could he not know what was on her mind?

You're lying to me again. He wiped her lower lip with his fingertips, then slammed it away and retracted his hand.

At the same time, he turned his head away, ignoring that Chu Qing was still looking at him, and looked out the window. Before he stopped the car, he didn't look at Chu Qing again.

Outside Lyon's Northwest District, there are many well-equipped warehouses. There are a lot of fish and dragons here, and it can be said that Lyon is a dense commodity trading place.

In recent years, there have been frequent large-scale gang fights and occasional small-scale fights here.

Gradually, this has almost become a hoarding place for underworld gangs, and it has also become a famous violent neighborhood in France.

If someone is killed here, as long as it is not a national employee, almost no one will pay attention to it.

Warehouse No. 7 is like an incomparably huge dark box, with a small skylight on the top. The window can let in light, but it seems like it can't let in air.

Walking into this huge and airtight warehouse is like entering a coffin that can suffocate people to death!

Through the faint light, Chu Qing saw a dozen or so tall and fierce men forming a circle in the warehouse, and Michael was surrounded in the middle!