Sweet seduction: The petite lady

Chapter 220 You Let Me Go

Finally, Ji Heng appeared in the basement, his face became clear little by little.

Surprise appeared in Qing He's eyes, and fear was caught in it.

She didn't expect it to be Ji Heng.

"Ji...Mr. Ji..."

Qing He's voice trembled, and thinking of Ji Heng's warning to her before, she felt even more frightened.

Taking a few steps back, she shrank in the corner, ignoring the fact that the corner was moldy and dirty.

Fear took over her emotions.

Ji Heng is still so good-looking, cold and noble, like an unattainable god.

He stood in front of Qinghe, looking down at her, a layer of ice was built in his eyes, his voice was nice and low, resounding in the basement, making people's hearts flutter.

"Who is helping you?"

Qinghe was stunned for a moment, then shook her head quickly: "I... I don't know who he is..."

"is it?"

Ji Heng asked in a dull tone.

Qinghe nodded hurriedly, with a trembling tone: "I really don't know, Mr. Ji... I... I also met that person by chance... He proposed to help me."

"Think again."

"It's really gone, Mr. Ji, really...you let me go, let me go..."

Qinghe crawled on all fours, and crawled towards Ji Heng, reaching out to grab the hem of his trousers.

Ji Heng raised his foot and stepped on her hand, exerting a little force.

In an instant, Qinghe's wailing sounded, and it sounded like a crow's crow in the middle of the night.

She seemed to feel that her finger bones were crushed, and she heard Ji Heng's voice dimly.

Clearly calm and indifferent without any hostility, gentle and refined like a modest gentleman in an ancient book.

"This hand shouldn't touch my wife's things."

Recalling Song Shixu's state on stage at that time, especially when he saw the butterfly, his expression was very sad and he almost cried.

More coldness flashed through the bottom of the eyes, with a rising killing intent.

He increased his strength, Qing He's face was distorted in pain, tears meandered down from his eyes, and he cried a little out of breath.

Ji Heng moved his foot away and glanced at the people following behind him.

The people behind understood and took Qing He out of the basement and into another room.

Ji Heng was sitting on a chair, and the people under his hands tied Qinghe to a wooden board, lying flat, his limbs were tied tightly, and he couldn't struggle to get away.

There is a big knife hanging from above, as long as it falls, it will directly cut her in half.

Qinghe's hair was disheveled, and the fear in her eyes was going to drive her crazy.

She twisted her body and raised her head to look at Ji Heng. When she begged for mercy, her voice became hoarse.

"President Ji, I was wrong, I was just greedy...I...I never thought of harming Ms. Song...it was that man...that man instructed me..."

But Ji Heng turned a deaf ear, lowered his head, holding his mobile phone, opposite Song Shixu.

[Ji Heng, where have you been? ]
Afraid that Song Shixu would go to the company, Ji Heng deleted the typed words and retyped them.

[Meeting clients outside, what's wrong? ]
[Then help me go to the convenience store and buy a pack of sanitary napkins when you come back. ]
Boss Ji hung his fingers over the phone, staring at the news in a daze.

sanitary napkin?
Pursing the corners of his lips, Brother Ji sent a word.

[it is good. ]
After putting away the phone, Ji Heng looked at Qing He, and said in a calm voice, "Tell me, what do you know about that man?"

(End of this chapter)