The queen's wife is too sultry

"It's Ye Zhen!"

Seeing that Secretary Li was really walking towards the management office of the airport, Ning Xi completely broke his guard.

She clenched her hands tightly into fists, her eyes filled with tears, and she looked pitiful.

"It's Ye Zhen who called you."

In Jiang Jingting's eyes, those tricks between women are always naive and boring, but this time it's different.

It's about Ye Zhen.

His handsome face was covered with frost, he turned around and dialed Ye Zhen's phone, but no one answered.

The second time, still no one connected.

Until the third time, Secretary Li couldn't help but stepped forward to remind him: "President, I'm afraid I won't board the plane again."

"Cancel the flight."

Ning Xi's eyes widened in disbelief, she was shocked and then turned into jealousy and unwillingness, she bit her lip, and shouted to the man's back: "You don't need to call her, she said she doesn't want to see you again. "

Jiang Jingting didn't even give her a look.

Ning Xi didn't give up, and ran to Jiang Jingting again. Regardless of the occasion, she grabbed his arm and looked at him expectantly:
"Brother Jing Ting, you don't need Ye Zhen, I can stay by your side, and we can have many good memories in London."

Jiang Jingting grasped the word "also" keenly, his eyes flickered slightly, he clasped Ning Xi's wrist with his backhand, and said in an extremely cold voice, "What do you know about London?"

Ning Xi frowned in pain, but Jiang Jingting showed no sympathy, so she had to grit her teeth and repeat what Ye Zhen said last time, "Ye Zhen said that you had many wonderful first times in London."

As soon as the words fell, hope was ignited in her eyes again, "Brother Jing Ting, what Ye Zhen said was false, right? You didn't even know each other before."

Jiang Jingting shook off her hand with such force that Ning Xi screamed and staggered a few steps, almost bumping into a pedestrian nearby.

When he dialed the number for the fifth time, the call was finally connected. Before Jiang Jingting could speak, Ye Zhen's extremely weak voice came from the phone: "Jingting. Help me"

With a beep, the phone was hung up again.

When he called back, only "Sorry, the number you dialed is off"
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Chen Chuxiao's concert was in full swing, but Ye Zhen seemed to be in hell.

When she woke up with a splitting headache, her vision was blurred and her body was weak, she blinked constantly before she could see her surroundings clearly: she was lying on the floor of the storage room.

She opened her mouth and found that her throat was extremely dry and she couldn't speak a word at all.

There was a rustling sound at the door, her scalp went numb, and she hurriedly closed her eyes.

The man in black entered the storage room, put the bag on the ground, and there was no movement.

Ye Zhen opened her eyes a little, and the man in black was sending a message with his back to her. He seemed to sense something was wrong, so he turned around abruptly, squatted down in front of Ye Zhen, and after looking for a while, he didn't find anything unusual. Just got up and walked out the door.

After confirming that he left, Ye Zhen opened her eyes, covered in cold sweat because of fear and nervousness.

She mobilized all the strength in her body, and found that except for the half of her right arm, the rest of her body was as numb as if it had been injected with anesthesia.

She swallowed, stretched out her right hand, and approached the man in black's bag with all her strength.

The bag was only one meter away from her, but after she moved half a meter, the clothes on her body were already soaked in sweat. She lay on the ground, her face was pale, gasping for breath, her physical strength was almost exhausted, and she could only despair Looking at the bag close at hand.

The medicine took effect again, Ye Zhen was drowsy, just when she was about to give up, the phone in her bag rang suddenly, it was her phone.

Ye Zhen's eyes lit up, and a flame of hope ignited in her heart. She gritted her teeth, and moved another [-] centimeters with all her strength, stretched out her right hand to reach her bag, and took out her mobile phone. Two words were displayed on the screen: Ting.

As soon as she got the phone, there was another movement at the door, and her heart fell to the bottom again.

Sliding the answer button, Ye Zhen's strength was running low, no matter how anxious she was, she could only whisper his name:

"Jingting. Help me"

Then it went dark, and the phone was hung up and snatched away in an instant. The man in black covered her mouth and nose with a handkerchief again, and said grimly: "I didn't expect you to be quite resistant."

Ye Zhen fell into a deep sleep and didn't hear his voice.

He turned off Ye Zhen's phone, put it in his pocket, dragged Ye Zhen, let her arms hook around his neck, and helped her go out.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he walked out the door, he was hit by a man. He almost fell backwards with Ye Zhen hanging on his body. Eye?"

The man wore a pair of gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose. When he saw the cold and hostile eyes of the man in black, he instinctively told him that he was not easy to mess with. Clearing the way, I'm really sorry."

Seeing him staring at the unconscious Ye Zhen beside him, the man in black had a blade-like light in his eyes, "What are you looking at, why don't you hurry up?"

"Brother, what is she?"

"My girlfriend, she drank too much and was about to send her back."

The man suddenly realized, "So that's the way it is, oh, this is too drunk, I'm unconscious."

He stepped sideways to make way for the man in black, and smiled flatteringly at the man in black: "Brother, you go first."

The man in black felt that the man was behaving strangely. He obviously went out to inquire just now, but there was no one in the corridor. Where did this man come from?

But the concert was coming to an end, and there was no time to waste, so he didn't have time to think about it, so he quickly left the gymnasium with Ye Zhen.

However, not long after he left, the man straightened his back, and the flattery on his face just disappeared. He took off his gold-rimmed glasses, his deep pupils shimmered faintly, and calmly picked up the cell phone that the man had dropped on the mat .

After turning on the phone, he saw a series of missed calls on the screen. He wrote down the number and sent a message with his mobile phone.

Then put away the phone, put his hands in the pockets of the windbreaker, hummed a song and left.