Chapter 413

At the thought of this, Tang Qiaowan's eyebrows frowned tightly, and his eyes crossed a touch of worry.

She didn't want to add any trouble to long Yuchen, and she didn't want to hurt him because of her.

She had to find a way to escape, even if it was impossible, she had to work hard.

She must not let herself become a pawn for others to hurt long Yuchen.

When necessary, she would rather die than be used.

Noble man see her don't reply, voice cold charm again said: "you haven't answered my words."

Tang Qiao's eyes light coldly glanced at him, "you didn't answer my question, why should I answer your question?"

The man's cold eyes stare at her, meaning unknown smile, but his laughter is like Millennium ice without any temperature.

Suddenly, he rose like a cheetah and approached Tang Qiaowan.

When Tang Qiao saw that he was coming, he subconsciously stepped back.

The noble man stares at her backward step, refracting the cool light of night, and the playful color in his eyes is inexplicably thick.

He continued to step forward, and Tang Qiaowan was forced to retreat to the glass French window, with his back sticking to the glass window.

She pinched her fist and kept fighting.

Noble man saw this, the beautiful lips cold charm of hook, suddenly lightning fast approaching her, slender white hands hold her chin, splashing ink like no temperature ice eyes carefully look at her delicate and beautiful face.

Tang Qiaowan's heart is hairy when he looks at her. He is about to raise his hand to open the hand that he pinches her chin, and he catches her wrist with a quick action.

Tang Qiao was a little surprised. She didn't expect that the man in front of her was so good.

She struggled twice, failed to struggle to open, eyes with thin anger staring at him, "you see enough, let me go."

This man is sick.

Noble man on her angry eyes, a cold smile, out of a sentence, "I met you, eight years ago."

Smell speech, Tang Qiao late tiny Zheng next, "impossible."

The man watched her closely and said again, "if it hadn't been for me eight years ago, you would have died."

Tang Qiaowan was a little surprised because of his words, then he vetoed again: "impossible."

It was her Yuchen who saved her eight years ago. What does it have to do with the man in front of her.

When the noble man saw that she repeatedly rejected it, he narrowed his eyes and looked at her like a sharp blade. "It seems that you were hurt too badly eight years ago. I don't remember."

Tang Qiaowan felt that the man in front of her was sick. She looked at him coldly. Instead of tangled with him about eight years ago, she asked, "what's your relationship with Yuchen, and how do you want to deal with him?"

Noble man staring at her not flustered, not afraid of the small face, suddenly narrowed the cold eyes, "you seem not afraid of me at all."

"Is it useful? Are you afraid you'll let me go? "

Noble man cold charm smile, breath Yin cold, "think of quite thoroughly, but rest assured, before playing dead dragon Yuchen, I promise not to kill you."

Hearing this, Tang Qiaowan's heart was shocked, and a touch of worry flashed across his eyes. "What's your deep hatred with Yuchen? Why do you want to kill him?"

The noble man didn't answer her question. Instead, he stared at her coldly and warned, "don't try to escape. You can't escape here."

Then he left.

Looking at the closed door, Tang Qiaowan stepped forward and tried to twist the doorknob. He found that he couldn't open it at all.

She twisted for a long time until her hand was sore.

She turned around and leaned her back against the door. Her eyes were full of worry. She was afraid of long Yuchen because she was in danger.

When she thought of her falling into the lake, long Yuchen was worried and scared. He must be worried about her at the moment, but she couldn't escape or tell him where she was.

She frowned, worried and worried, thinking about how to escape.

……

In the luxurious cabin on the fifth floor of the oil tanker, the noble man wearing a silver mask took away his cold and gloomy breath, tasted red wine gracefully, closed his cold eyes without any emotion, and looked thoughtful.

The Western man next to him, Mike, asked darkly: "little Lord, when will your game with long Yuchen start? I can't wait to see long Yuchen turned into a dog. He's been powerful for so long. It's our turn. "