Fast time travel: The delicate beauty becomes the prisoner of the villain

[Jiaojiao Wife is on the air! 】

[I rely on me, rely on me! !Who is this man? 】

[How did Jiaojiao wear her wedding dress today? Could it be that today's theme is cosplay? 】

The man wearing the ghost mask made a standard gentleman's salute to the camera, humming a simple wedding march.

"good afternoon everyone."

[Who is this, it doesn't look like Mr. Snake? 】

[Why are you wearing a mask? 】

[Where is this place, I have never seen so many roses...]

The man's voice was low and hoarse, half of his face under the mask had sharp edges and corners, his eyes were deep, and his thin lips raised in a strange arc.

"Welcome to my wedding with Jiaojiao."

【! ! ! ! 】

[What what? ! 】

[I'm a little dizzy, what was he talking about just now, getting married? ! 】

[Where is Jiaojiao's wife! !I do not believe! 】

Jiang Zijin bit her lower lip, her beautiful almond eyes were as clear and bright as washed, and the pure white wedding dress on her body was so beautiful that it was unreal, like the most exquisite porcelain in the showcase, dazzlingly white among the rose bushes.

The man pointed the phone camera at Jiang Zijin, he looked at the crazily scrolling barrage on the live broadcast interface, and tilted his head slightly——

On the top, there is a red one on the top.

【Rose: Who are you? 】

The man's hand that slid the screen paused. He didn't answer the question, and there was no light in his dark pupils.

【rose: Where is Jiaojiao now? 】

Jiang Zijin's heart beat like a drum, and she measured the distance between herself and the gate.

The man was standing not far from the door. If she wanted to run out, she would definitely not be able to escape very far based on the distance.

The necessary road was also blocked.

"looking at what?"

The man seemed to see through her inner thoughts at a glance.

"You want to escape?"

【what does it mean? ? 】

[Why doesn't Jiaojiao's wife come over? 】

[What escape?Isn't it cosplay? 】

Jiang Zijin's slender and curly eyelashes trembled uncontrollably, despair welled up in her heart, her thin white knuckles grabbed the lace yarn on the skirt, and the crystal tears were about to fall.

She was a few meters away from the camera, and the room was dim, so fans couldn't see her clear face.

[Where's Jiaojiao? 】

[Can you turn on the light, I want to see Mrs. Jiaojiao! 】

[Today's script is 'marriage', how do you want to play it! !So novel. 】

The man's eyes were slightly familiar, and he zoomed in on the camera.

Jiang Zijin kept backing away until her back touched the 'Wall of Roses'.

The audience in the live broadcast room was in a commotion, thinking it was a script, but no one took it seriously, nor did they think it would be a 'kidnapping'.

The man waved at her, "Jiaojiao, come here."

Jiang Zijin shook her head, tears welled up in her eyes, she didn't want to be exposed to the camera, the short wedding dress with off shoulders showed the hickey marks all over her body bitten by a man.

Anyone with a discerning eye will know what it is.

He stretched out his hand in mid-air, his voice sank, and his dull lips were drawn into a line.

"come over."

[! ! !No, what are you doing to my Jiaojiao wife! 】

[Is this a script? Why do I feel like Jiaojiao is not willing at all. 】

[+1, me too. 】

Jiang Zijin's frightened tears fell straight down, and a few pitiful sobs overflowed from her throat, all of which had a distinct crying tone.

"no, do not want......"

[Jiaojiao is crying? 】

[What's going on, why is Jiaojiao crying? ? 】

The man wearing the ghost mask put down his hand, and he walked towards Jiang Zijin step by step.

"Why not?"

He pinched Jiang Zijin's chin, and the snow-white flesh was puffed up by him.

Even so, the girl in front of her was unbelievably beautiful.

The man's rough fingertips rubbed against her pouty lips, and he whispered in a voice that only the two of them could hear.

"Why do you want to make me angry again?"

Jiang Zijin pushed him with her hand as if resisting, her porcelain white wrist was as slender as a doll in front of the man, her eyes were red from crying.

"let go!"

The dark red lips were slightly whitened by his grinding, and Jiang Zijin's tears flowed down his cheeks to his hands, warm and moist.

The man let go of his hand as if he had been scalded, and a trace of struggle flashed in his eyes.

"Jiang Zijin..."

That voice was very familiar.

It's not a rough and weird disguise, but a normal, clear youthful voice.

Jiang Zijin stopped struggling, and stared blankly at his eyes behind the mask, her lips twitched.

"Zhou...Zhou Zeyu?"

The veins on the man's temples were bulging, as if he was enduring some great pain.

"Are you Zhou Zeyu, you..."

When the man raised his eyes again, his eyes were scarlet, and there seemed to be no focus in his indifferent eyes. He put away the cold smile on his lips.

"You want him to save you?"

There was a startling cold light in Zhou Zeyu's eyes.

"No one can save you."

"Neither can he."

【Why don't you move the camera over in the script, we can't see it...】

[Jiaojiao's dress is so beautiful, although she can't see her face clearly, it looks even better than the make-up on the live broadcast before! 】

[Why do I feel that Jiaojiao is being threatened? 】

[It shouldn't be so, whoever plays this live broadcast is not a pervert. 】

Jiang Zijin's slender brows were frowned, her chin was reddened by the man's pinch, and her white skin was still stained with tears, giving it a fragile beauty.

The man's fingers hanging under his body moved, and he moved the camera behind him.

Due to the angle of the camera, only the man's broad back can be seen, the back of the neck is slightly protruding, and the lines are sexy.

Jiang Zijin's bright and delicate face became clear in front of the camera, her slender and curly eyelashes trembling like butterfly wings.

[Jiaojiao!Jiaojiao wife! !I see you! ! 】

[My wife's eyes are so red, are you really crying? ? 】

[Why is Mrs. Jiaojiao crying? My heart aches. 】

The man raised his hand and covered his mask.

"Jiaojiao."

Jiang Zijin's pupils shrank, and the person in front of her had slowly taken off her mask, revealing a face she was all too familiar with——

The man's nose bridge was very high, and his dark pupils were like ink dripping into water droplets, so thick that no light could enter.

The facial features are well-defined, and the expression is indifferent. From the bland lips to the cold eyes, the appearance is very aggressive.

He threw the green-faced and fangsed ghost mask on the ground with a crisp sound.

[Take off the mask? ? 】

[I also want to see what it looks like! ! 】

【How did he carry it? I can only see Jiaojiao's face. 】

【Why is Jiaojiao so surprised?It doesn't look like acting, who is it? 】

The man clasped the back of Jiang Zijin's head, under the thin skin on the back of his hand were blue veins with clear veins and strong sense of strength.

He kissed Jiang Zijin's lips, opened her teeth with the nimble tip of his tongue, and the words in his throat were muffled and sticky.

"Jiaojiao, relax."

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Fu Jian's phone was about to be crushed, his face was extremely pale, and an unknown anger was slowly burning in his chest.

He couldn't see the man's appearance, but he could clearly see Jiang Zijin's fear and terror when he was kissed.

The ambiguous sound of water during the kiss drove the barrage into a frenzy, and almost everyone didn't notice Jiang Zijin's strangeness.

Fu Jian took a deep breath and suppressed his anger.

It's not a screenplay at all, and it's not a role-playing thing at all.

Something happened to Jiang Zijin.

Could be...kidnapping.

Fu Jian stood up abruptly and walked to the door of the antique shop. He stood in front of the plaster doll, and the doll's blood-red mouth grinned exaggeratedly, as if smiling at him.

The man turned his fingers in the dark pupils of the plaster doll's eyes, and with a 'click', the hidden mechanism on the outer layer opened, revealing the camera inside.

The location of the monitoring setting is the path that must be passed out of the community.

If Jiang Zijin was really kidnapped, surveillance would definitely be able to capture it.

Fu Jian's anger was churning endlessly in his chest, like an oil drum full of gasoline, any small flame could ignite him.

The hand holding the camera was forced to the terrifying protrusion of the metacarpal bone, and the knuckles turned white.

He will not let go of the person who kidnapped Jiang Zijin.