Quick Wear: Everyone dislikes you, but you are always coveted by the boss

Chapter 188 The Evil Fall of Gaoling Flower 29

Qing Wan, who was about to put on her shoes and run away, suddenly widened her eyes when she saw this.

"What are you going to do?"

She hadn't even stopped crying yet, and even if she raised her voice it still sounded soft, like an angry little red-eyed rabbit, and naturally had no deterrent power.

He was forced to the corner of the bed and tripped over the thin quilt, and was easily grabbed by Zhou Yinghuai's ankle.

She was so angry that she tried to struggle free using her hands and feet, but she was still chained.

The golden shackles were carved with intricate patterns and shackled the slender and beautiful ankles. On the messy bed, they looked luxurious and full of lust.

Zhou Yinghuai lowered his eyes and looked at her, his eyes filled with morbid obsession. He pinched her calf with his bony hands and gave her a kiss with extreme affection.

The cold breath and touch made Qing Wan shiver while she was struggling. She looked at Zhou Yinghuai without saying a word. After locking her up, he turned around and left the room.

He probably wanted to catch the so-called "adulterer" himself.

Without the attention of others, Qing Wan was too lazy to maintain her character. She just leaned on the bed and shook the thing on her ankle.

Judging from the workmanship, it was obvious that he had been preparing for a long time, and his movements were so skillful, I wonder how many times he had secretly fantasized about it in his mind.

In fact, Qing Wan had guessed this day long ago, because Zhou Yinghuai's nightmares never stopped. He would stick close to her every time he slept, and after being woken up by the fright, he would be like a frightened bird and would repeatedly confirm her existence many times.

"Tsk, that's too much."

A playful sigh suddenly fell into Qing Wan's ears. Before she turned around, she was embraced by the black fog.

The face was exactly the same as Zhou Yinghuai's, but it was completely different in its evil and unruly nature.

"Zhou Yinghuai really doesn't respect you, right? How could he lock our good boy here?"

The deep voice was clearly trembling with excitement, but the content of the words said the exact opposite.

His burning gaze swept across the imprisoned ankle, and his cold, slender fingertips gently stroked it, saying with pity: "It's all red..."

The part that was retracted at the ankle was actually padded with a thick layer of fur, but Qingwan's skin was fair and tender, and he struggled hard, so it was inevitable that some marks were left.

Falling on the snow-white skin, it looks ambiguous and obscene, like some kind of weird interest.

Qing Wan naturally did not miss the greed in Heiwu's eyes. She lowered her eyelids, suddenly reached out and grabbed his hair, her voice casual and lazy.

"Have you been bewitching him?"

The pain on his scalp made Heimu's face flushed, and he moaned with lustful breaths and then laughed hoarsely, "Yes."

"You caused this nightmare on purpose?"

"Yes." Black Mist smiled brightly at her, his eyes covered with lust and a hint of sarcasm. "When he cries, he really looks like a dog wagging its tail for mercy. It looks ridiculous, doesn't it?"

Qing Wan glanced at him quietly without responding.

This seems like an indulgence.

The black fog became more and more aggressive, his fingertips constantly lingering on her lips, whispering seductively.

"Why do you always choose him? I am your prey too, you can eat any part of me."

Qing Wan suddenly chuckled when she heard that. Under his infatuated gaze, she stretched out her tongue and licked his fingertips intimately.

“Food should look like food.”

As soon as the graceful and enchanting tone of voice fell, a green dagger condensed by spiritual power appeared in Qing Wan's hand and pierced straight into Hei Wu's heart.

He was a little dazed, and before he could utter a word, he suddenly shattered into a point of light and disappeared in front of her.

At the same time, the entire Zhou family was frightened by the sudden martial law.

Zhou Wangqiu, who had been secretly instigated by Han Yuhuan, still wanted to find an opportunity to sneak into the Mudan Courtyard to meet the delicate young widow.

He huddled in the corner, his gleaming eyes scanning the solemn expressions of the Jinyiwei, feeling both scared and itchy in his heart.

After hesitating for a while, he gritted his teeth and endured it. After all, she was a concubine of the Zhou family and she couldn't run away.

And Zhou Yinghuai will have to go out one day, and by then, the beauty will be easily captured.

Sanchun glanced at Zhou Wangqiu who was leaving in a hurry, and secretly kept a watchful eye on him. Then he quickly walked towards Zhou Yinghuai who was coming out of the inner courtyard.

"Sir, we did find some traces behind the study. After chasing them, we found that Zhu Ci'an's carriage was heading this way."

In fact, Sanchun was very skeptical when he said this, because with the level of security in the inner courtyard, it was impossible for anyone to sneak in out of thin air.

What's more, the traces left behind seemed to deliberately draw suspicion to Zhu Ci'an.

But the black fog in Zhou Yinghuai's mind kept bewitching him, and his negative emotions were magnified without limit, and he already hated Zhu Ci'an very much.

The overlapping of thoughts almost made it impossible for him to think about anything, his mind was filled with -

Kill him! Kill all those who try to covet him!! As long as all obstacles are removed, his little girl will be his forever!!

The corners of his scarlet eyes were filled with poisonous jealousy. Zhou Yinghuai's pupils shrank slightly, and he half-closed his eyelids with an expressionless face. He casually pulled out the Xiuchun Knife from Sanchun's hand, dragged it on the ground, and walked out step by step.

Zhu Ci'an was dragged here by his mother. He was old but still unmarried, and Mrs. Zhu was extremely anxious.

Besides, she has always had a good relationship with Han Yuhuan. Look, her eldest daughter is a clever and well-behaved lady from a wealthy family, and she is also good-looking.

So, under Han Yuhuan's repeated hints, he insisted on dragging Zhu Ci'an to come over for a look. If he could, the marriage would probably be settled.

Of course, Mrs. Zhu did not say these words to Zhu Ci'an. She just told her son to accompany her back to her parents' home.

But after getting on the carriage, they soon turned towards the Zhou Mansion.

Now, judging by the time, it’s time.

Mrs. Zhu straightened her clothes and was about to tell her son the truth when she suddenly heard a frightened voice of dissuasion from outside.

"Master, Prime Minister! What are you doing?!"

Just as the groom finished his words, there was the sound of swords clashing outside, and the guards brought by the Zhu Mansion screamed one after another.

Zhu Ci'an looked up suddenly. The sudden sense of danger made him act faster than his brain, and he suddenly pulled his mother over.

Almost at the same time, the blood-stained Xiuchun Knife pierced through the door of the carriage, filled with murderous rage and intent.

Mrs. Zhu was so frightened that she screamed and her face turned as pale as paper. She huddled beside Zhu Ci'an, trembling in fear.

The horses began to neigh and move around because of the fright, but the Embroidered Spring Sword remained extremely steady amid the bumps and violently chopped the carriage door open.

It was also at that moment that Zhu Ci'an, with a cold face, drew out the long sword that he always kept under the couch for self-defense, and attacked the man outside with lightning speed.