My husband disappeared after a flash marriage, but I am pregnant with his child

Chapter 136 Being followed

Night falls quietly.

The street is like a colorful ribbon with vehicles shuttling through it. The bright lights reflect the faces of pedestrians, like a flowing painting.

Jia Lulu followed closely behind Qiao Qin. The two were led by the waiter through the hotel lobby and into a reserved private room.

The door was gently pushed open, and an enticing aroma wafted into the air. A table full of delicious food came into view, making one's mouth water.

Sikong Shaoyu was sitting in the main seat, surrounded by several designers from Longyu Group. When they saw Qiao Qin coming, they all stood up, with warm smiles on their faces, and waved to her.

The doubts in Qiao Qin's heart gradually dissipated by the scene before her. She smiled slightly, responded to everyone's enthusiasm, and then sat down with Jia Lulu.

The whole box was filled with a relaxed and happy atmosphere. Everyone was drinking, chatting and laughing. Qiao Qin's attention was gradually attracted by the food and the pleasant atmosphere, and she let down her guard.

"Ms. Qiao, your name is well-known in the industry. It is a great honor to meet you today."

Inside the box, everyone else paid their respects. However, just as a certain enthusiastic man was about to raise his glass to toast Qiao Qin, Sikong Shaoyu suddenly extended his hand.

"Xiaoqin doesn't like drinking." There was an unquestionable tenderness in his words, and then he signaled the waiter to bring a glass of fresh orange juice.

Everyone in Longyu Group exchanged a knowing look with each other, and the corners of their mouths curled up with a hint of ambiguous smile.

Qiao Qin lowered her head slightly, a hint of embarrassment flashed across her eyes, but she was soon relieved.

After all, after this meal, she and Sikong Shaoyu would probably have no more contact.

As the dinner came to an end, the atmosphere at the table seemed to have frozen in time.

Sikong Shaoyu's behavior was restrained and proper, and he no longer acted inappropriately as before. Every subtle movement of his revealed his deep gentlemanly demeanor, like a spring breeze that made people feel comfortable.

Qiao Qin also completely let down her guard and smiled friendly.

The night is as dark as ink, falling quietly. The cold moon hangs high in the sky, and the soft moonlight pours down like flowing water, covering the earth with a layer of light silver gauze.

Inside the box, laughter and joyful chatter rose and fell, like cheerful music echoing in the night sky.

However, in this joyful atmosphere, Jia Lulu seemed extremely nervous. She held the phone tightly in her hand, feeling anxious. If anything unexpected happened, she could call Huo Yan immediately.

However, until the end of dinner, everything went on as usual and nothing unusual occurred.

Jia Lulu finally put down the phone and said in a very low voice: "Sister Qiao, be careful. I'm going back first."

Just then, a car slowly stopped by the roadside, and its headlights flickered in the night like stars.

Jia Lulu watched Qiao Qin get into the car. The car went farther and farther away and finally merged into the darkness of the night. Suddenly, she felt an indescribable feeling in her heart, as if there was an indescribable strange feeling lingering in her heart, but she couldn't point out exactly what was wrong.

Time seemed to stop for a moment at this moment.

When Qiao Qin returned home, she asked the driver to rest early and walked into the empty villa alone. The lights in the living room were still on, but the entire space was empty.

Only then did she remember that Aunt Song had taken the baby to visit her parents.

"It's just right, I can take a break." Qiao Qin whispered to herself. She twisted her sore neck tiredly. She had put too much effort into the design draft during this period of time.

However, just as she was about to close the door, a sudden hand gently stopped her movement.

Qiao Qin's heart suddenly tightened, and her alertness was like an arrow on a bow. She instinctively tried to close the door, but the force seemed even more firm, as unshakable as a mountain.

The figure moved swiftly and decisively, and almost in the moment when Qiao Qin reacted, he had already squeezed sideways into the house.

At the same time, the lights in the living room suddenly went out, and the surroundings were shrouded in deep darkness.

Qiao Qin's heart was beating wildly in the darkness. She tried to find the man's figure in the darkness, but apart from her own breathing, she could only hear another unfamiliar breathing sound, low and powerful, which seemed particularly clear in this silent night.

The fear of the unknown was like a huge wave in the dark night, sweeping over silently. Qiao Qin bit her lower lip tightly, and said in a light but firm voice: "Who are you? What do you want to do?"

Qiao Qin's heartbeat was like a war drum, beating rapidly in her chest, but she still tried her best to maintain her calm appearance.

At the same time, her fingertips groped silently in the darkness, trying to reach the only life-saving straw in her pocket - the mobile phone.

However, fate did not seem to favor her.

The mysterious man was as sharp as a cheetah and caught her little movements in an instant. Before Qiao Qin could react, her phone had been snatched away by that man, and a fight between the two was about to break out.

As the two of them were pulling each other, the phone fell to the ground like a fallen leaf. The screen cracked under the impact and made a sharp shattering sound.

But Qiao Qin had no time to care about that at the moment, because the mysterious man was very close. A faint scent of perfume lingered at the tip of her nose, making her shiver.

who is it?

Just as Qiao Qin's thoughts were intertwined like tangled threads, trying hard to find that key clue, a name flashed through the darkness in her mind like lightning.

"You... are Sikong Shaoyu?" There was a hint of uncertainty in her voice.

The air seemed to freeze for a moment, so quiet that only the intertwined sounds of the two people's breathing could be heard.

Then, as if the curtain of a play was suddenly pulled open, the lights in the living room came on again, dispelling the suffocating silence.

Sikong Shaoyu no longer pretended. He tore off the gentle mask, revealing a face full of mockery and cunning.

"It's me." A cynical smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, as if he was appreciating the play he had carefully choreographed.

Qiao Qin's brows were furrowed, and a trace of vigilance and confusion flashed in her eyes. "Do you know what you are doing? Now, leave immediately. I can treat everything tonight as an illusion." Her voice was full of unquestionable firmness.

however.

Sikong Shaoyu suddenly took a step forward. His movements were as agile and decisive as a cheetah. He hugged Qiao Qin's waist without any explanation.

His palms were hot and powerful, as if he wanted to embrace her completely. He lowered his head and buried it deeply in the crook of her neck, as if intoxicated by the fragrance that belonged only to her. He took a deep breath, as if he wanted to keep this fragrance in his memory forever.

Sikong Shaoyu's eyes were a little dazed at the moment, and his voice was hoarse and low, as if it was squeezed out from the depths of his throat, with an irresistible magnetism.

"Leave? Why should I leave?" He murmured in a low voice, as if he was talking to himself, or as if he was making an affectionate confession to Qiao Qin.