Master’s a Byoukidere and Needs Pampering!

"I want to know who is going to touch Jiang Zhi."

"I'll check it for you." Frosty typed over, "There is another thing, someone pretends to be you and commits crime."

It's not the first time, under the guise of her, as a rapist.

Zhou Xufang couldn't help being angry, her pupils were stained with a light blood red, she lowered her head and lowered her eyelashes: "Have you found out who it is?"

"Well, I found it." Frosty explained, "It's the one named Luo. She had planted the robbery a few days ago. The thing that Zhou Qingrong had offended her last time and deliberately caused us trouble."

Luo Qinghe.

Zhou Xufang didn't like this wicked woman: "I'll meet her."

Shuangjiang was not relieved and advised her: "A Fang, she deliberately wanted to lead you out. Don't go. I'm afraid you are in danger. Luo Qing and such people are very despicable and hold grudges."

"Go." Zhou Xufang threw the blood-stained wipes into the trash can. "She bears grudges, and I also bear grudges."

Moreover, if she doesn't report this hatred, she can't sleep.

The curved moon is like a hook, and the brilliance is dim, and the night is covered by a layer of yarn.

The thirty-six-story building towers high into the clouds, and the top floor is the office of Mr. Luo Xiaoluo.

Secretary Han Feng knocked on the door and went in: "Mr. Luo."

Luo Qinghe sat on the boss’s chair, with a cigarette between his fingers, a thin wisp of smoke unhurriedly spread out between his blazing red lips: "What's the matter?"

"Zhou Qing made a little trouble over there."

She held the cigarette with neatly trimmed nails, lit a cigarette **** in her hand, and looked down at the shaking ashes: "You can't handle a cripple?"

Sweat came out of Han Feng's neck, and he spoke cautiously: "I've managed the radio. I could have driven him out, but someone from the Lu family intervened today."

After the sexual entertainment incident, Zhou Qingrang was demoted to the night radio.

CCTV’s senior officials have a good relationship with Zhou Qing. As long as he stays in the host world, it will be sooner or later to return from the radio station. Of course, Luo Qinghe was not satisfied with the result of this treatment. What she wanted was once and for all, and it would be better for Zhou Qing to let Zhou Qing not return to the anchor station in her life.

She extinguished the smoke: "Which one of the Lu family has intervened?"

Among the four great generations, the Jiang family is the most difficult to provoke, followed by the Lu family.

Han Feng said, "It's the second lady of the Lu family, Lu Sheng."

Lu Sheng, it's a mess again.

The Lu family's narcolepsy repeated repeatedly, and after a long period of treatment, there was no result. He didn't care much. The Lu family's descendants were thin, and Lu Sheng was in charge of the huge wealth.

This Lu Sheng has been immersed in the mall for many years, and he is not a compassionate person.

Luo Qinghe thought: "Why did Zhou Qing let that **** hook up on Lu Sheng?"

Han Feng reported in detail: "Ms. Lu Er is a voice controller. The person under her hand said that she has recently become fascinated by Zhou Qingrang's voice." After a pause, he said again, "I'm afraid Zhou Qingrang will be on the radio soon. If Lu Sheng speaks," Even the director of the TV station wants to sell the Lu family a bit of face, but maybe just greedy for freshness and play for fun."

Luo Qinghe sneered, this Lu Sheng was just a young girl, and Zhou Qingrang was born handsome again, but how long can a disabled person be sheltered, and there are always times when he is rejected.

"Stare first."

Han Feng said yes, just after turning around, the light in the office suddenly went out.

Luo Qinghe's expression changed suddenly: "What's the matter?"

Han Feng took out his mobile phone to illuminate: "I'll go and see—"

Click.

The door opened, and Han Feng's words stopped abruptly. The bright light leaking through the door dazzled his eyes. He stretched out his hand to block the light. Just about to make a sound, a gust of wind rolled over the neckline, and his neck numb and he fell to the ground. .

Damn it.

The door was closed again.

Luo Qinghe stood up suddenly: "Who?"

In the dimness, there was only a ray of moonlight, which blurred the figure. In the enclosed space, the sudden voice was cold to the bone: "I don't know who I am?"

Professional errand runner, Z.

Luo Qinghe's face changed drastically, and he accidentally knocked over the ashtray on the table: "How did you get in?" The downstairs were all people. There were more than 20 bodyguards she hired. How could this person be silent? Loudly arrived in front of her.

In the dark, a pair of pupils were lonely and cold, very bright, and their deliberately pressed voice was low and mute: "I will tell you now how I got in."

When the words fell, she moved in a flash, and the wind she brought was flying around the A4 paper on the table. In the blink of an eye, Zhou Xufang in black stood in front of Luo Qinghe.

Luo Qinghe was dumbfounded: "You--"

Before she finished speaking, her neck was pinched by two fingers, and then she was picked up.

Zhou Xufang spoke word by word, slowly and calmly: "I can squeeze your neck just by moving my fingers gently."

Luo Qinghe struggled to kick his legs, his cheeks flushed because of lack of oxygen: "You, you--"

Her throat was choked, she couldn't speak, her pupils dilated, and she saw a pair of pupils that were getting red. The owner of the pupil pinched her neck with only two fingers, and lifted her up easily.

"Did you see my eyes clearly? When I am angry, it will turn red." She said in a flat, straightforward tone, and said creepy words, "Don't make me angry anymore, don't try to investigate me, I want It's easy to kill you."

Luo Qinghe opened her mouth, panting, the blue veins on her neck violently, the legs kicking around gradually became weak, the oxygen in her chest became less and less, her mind was dizzy, her consciousness began to lose weight, and her fear was endlessly enlarged, even though She couldn't see the outline of the man even so close.

"Understood?" She asked very lightly, her mask covering her face, only her eyes were colder than the winter night outside the window.

Luo Qinghe squeezed out his throat with difficulty, word by word: "Knowledge, Dao."

Zhou Xufang was satisfied, let go, Ren Luo Qinghe fell heavily to the ground.

"Oh," she remembered another thing, "and Zhou Qingrang, don't bully him again, or I'll break your neck next time."

Leaving the words, she pulled the brim of her hat, turned around and left unhurriedly.

"You," Luo Qinghe sat on the ground, breathing heavily, his white face covered with cold sweat, his eyes fixed on the face wearing a mask, his voice tense, "Are you a ghost or a human? "

Such speed, strength, and her eyes are all very human.

The person at the door only looked back, and then disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Luo Qinghe's eyes widened in disbelief.

After a while, the security guard downstairs rushed over, and when he saw the top floor, he was shocked.

"Little Luo."

The security guard stepped forward to help, Luo Qinghe touched the ashtray and smashed it over. The other party was battered instantly. She was still angry and asked sharply, "How did she come up?"

The security guard's head was bleeding badly, his face was full of blood, and people didn't dare to move. He was sweaty in the winter: "The surveillance camera didn't take a shot, it should be from the rooftop—"

"Rooftop?" Luo Qinghe asked with red eyes, "Are you trying to tell me that she has wings and flew from the sky to the top of the building?"

"Yes, it's not clear yet."

She was furious: "You trash!"

The security guard bowed his head and dared not make a sound.

"That runner," she clenched her hand, her nails stuck in the flesh of her palm, "check it out for me."

Regardless of whether she is a human or a ghost, it makes her unhappy, and it pays a thousand times.

The next day, the temperature dropped sharply, and it was freezing cold outside. I was afraid it was going to snow. This weather was most unhappy for Jiang Zhi.

He was lying in the car seat, feeling weak.

Ah Wan drove slowly, swaying forward on the road, waiting for the traffic lights, could not help looking at the employer's face in the rearview mirror.

This pale face is not in good condition, he obviously kicked a big man last night.

Ah Wan couldn't figure it out, so she didn't want to say: "Boss, did you sleep well last night?" The drooping eyelids looked almost impossible to open.

Jiang Zhi was asleep, but his eyelids didn't move.

Ah Wan couldn’t help but guess: "Are you thinking about that lewd thief?" Thinking that the employer is proud, and playing with that lewd thief will definitely hurt her self-esteem, so she comforted, "You can rest assured, one day Young Master Qiao will catch the thief who molested you, and you can do whatever you want with her then."

Although he had a good impression of the thief and felt that she was not a bad person, he still couldn't forgive her lust!

In the rearview mirror, Jiang Zhi suddenly opened his eyes, and a layer of ice accumulated on the bottom of his eyes: "She is not a thief."

Ah Wan was stunned: "Huh?"

Isn't it?

Why is it not a thief who touches and pinches the employer? It must be!

Jiang Zhi was too lazy to pay attention to Awan, his sleepiness was gone, and his head was a little bit painful. He hadn't slept all night, his mind was really groggy, holding a can of milk in his hand, he was in a trance.

Ah Wan also saw the can of milk and was very surprised: "Ah, you haven't drunk that can of milk." A Wan smiled like a 200-jin fool, "Boss, are you reluctant to drink Miss Zhou? Give your milk?" Ms. Zhou gave it to you when the film was applied yesterday.

Asked why he recognized that jar of milk?

Because the employer was afraid of confusion, he bit a tooth mark on the milk can. He thought the employer drank it, but he still kept it. After the love chicken, there is more love milk.

Jiang Zhi twisted his eyebrows displeasedly: "Drive your car."

"Oh."

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The addition is over, and one update is resumed (about 2,500 words). The update time remains unchanged, at 8:30 in the evening.

Next time PK will have to wait in line, and then add more.

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Jiang Zhi: Fang, if you kiss me, I will give you a pack of marshmallows.

Jiang Zhi: Fang, if you sleep with me once, I will give you the cotton candy factory.

Jiang Zhi: Afang, if you marry me, I will buy Moon Bay for you.

Zhou Xufang: I have money.

Jiang Zhi:...