Chapter 343: catch rape

Chapter 343 Caught Rape

Murong Qiao outside the door threw the door card on the ground without any intention of letting anyone out.

"If you harm others, you will end up harming yourself. You'd better stay inside." She dropped these words, turned and left.

Feng Xinyao heard Murong Qiao's words, followed by the sound of footsteps gradually moving away, and she was really scared.

Before she heard Jiang Weiyang said that someone would ruin Murong Qiao's innocence, but now she has fallen into a trap, thinking that such an ending will fall on her, Feng Xinyao is ready to die.

"Murong Qiao, I'm sorry, I know I was wrong, I really know I was wrong... Please let me out, please..." Feng Xinyao still tried to show her affection.

But Murong Qiao had already left.

The excitement and anticipation of doing bad things just now disappeared, and Feng Xinyao, who was surrounded by darkness, didn't dare to move at all. Fear filled her whole body, and she didn't dare to move.

In the dark, when the vision is deprived, the other senses are particularly sharp.

She could hear a heavy gasp in the room, followed by footsteps that were getting closer.

Feng Xinyao held her breath nervously, but she screamed in fright after her hand was grabbed by the man in the dark.

"You, don't come here!"

But in order for Jiang Weiyang to make the plan a success, all the people in the rest area were evacuated, not to mention, even this room was only in use, and the others were locked.

On the contrary, it cut off Feng Xinyao's last chance to ask for help.

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On the other side, Huo Yichen, who had just answered the phone, had just returned to the banquet, but he looked around, but he didn't see Murong Qiao who was supposed to be waiting for him.

He made a phone call to the other party, but was hung up after a short while.

"..." Huo Yichen frowned as he stared at the phone.

Murong Qiao would never hang up on him like this, Huo Yichen gradually had an ominous premonition in his heart.

He shuttled through the crowd, Jiang Weiyang almost saw his slightly anxious expression at a glance.

She walked over, "Mr. Huo? See you are in a hurry, did you lose something?"

Jiang Weiyang almost knew what to ask.

Huo Yichen didn't have time to talk to her right now, but his face was unhappy.

"Murong Qiao is gone." His tone was heavy.

It was hard for Huo Yichen not to think about it when no one was there and the phone was hung up.

Someone nearby also heard it, and upon seeing this, he hurriedly spoke enthusiastically.

"It's a big deal for someone to disappear, let me help Mr. Huo find it together."

"Me too, strength in numbers."

"Then I also..."

Seeing the opportunity in front of them, everyone said they wanted to help, and they also wanted to please Huo Yichen.

If he really found someone, Huo Yichen would definitely be grateful if nothing else.

The Huo family's strength, a little bit of it leaking from the fingers, is a big piece of meat that they can't eat.

Jiang Weiyang seemed to mention it unintentionally, "Miss Murong? I just saw that she seemed unwell, she left the banquet, she should have gone to the rest area."

Huo Yichen's calm eyes fluctuated, and he turned his gaze to Jiang Weiyang.

Jiang Weiyang was immediately happy when he saw this, but he still pretended to be worried and offered suggestions.

"I come here often, and the road to the rest area is familiar. I'll take Mr. Huo to have a look." She elicited her purpose.

Huo Yichen saw that Jiang Weiyang hated Murong Qiao's appearance before suddenly turning around, but he was still so "enthusiastic", a dark light flashed through the bottom of his eyes, and he immediately made a decision in his heart.

Intuition told him that Jiang Weiyang would not be so kind.

"Excuse me." He nodded.

Jiang Weiyang quickly shook his head, "It's okay, it's important to find someone."

Jiang Weiyang then turned around, almost impatiently walking towards the rest area.

She could hardly wait to see Murong Qiao's ugly posture.

The seemingly peaceful rest area welcomed new "guests" after Jiang Qing, Feng Xinyao and Murong Qiao.

As far as the end of the corridor can be seen, the sound of approaching footsteps can be heard.

Huo Xiuyuan slowly appeared from the corner, and walked to the door of the room that Jiang Weiyang told him.

"Huh?" He lowered his head to open the door, but saw the door card thrown on the ground.

Huo Xiuyuan squatted down to pick it up, and then inserted it into the card slot.

The door slightly opened a gap, revealing the soft and resisting groans of the female voice inside.

Immediately, a picture of Murong Qiao blushing, tortured by the effects of medicine on the wall and full of spring appeared in his mind, and he almost couldn't wait to walk in.

Huo Xiuyuan didn't close the door even for the convenience of Jiang Weiyang bringing people over later.

At this moment, he has not realized what he will face after entering.

Not long after Huo Xiuyuan entered, Jiang Weiyang brought Huo Yichen over, followed by a bunch of people who wanted to help.

"This is the rest area." She said.

There are about a dozen rooms on both sides of the corridor, and everyone immediately knocked on the door one by one to find them.

Jiang Weiyang first pretended to open other rooms, and then walked to the door of the only room with people.

She pushed lightly, and the door opened.

The blushing voice poured out almost instantly, without Jiang Weiyang saying much, other people gathered together.

Huo Yichen naturally also came over, and Jiang Weiyang almost saw the timing, when he saw him walking to the door, he reached out and turned on the light.

The obscene and chaotic scene in the room was instantly exposed in front of everyone.

The panting sounds of men and women filled the whole room, and the two of them were entangled on the bed, doing exercises that everyone knew.

Jiang Weiyang didn't have time to take a closer look, he only thought that the plan had succeeded, and he was overjoyed. Just as he was about to go back to comfort Huo Yichen, he heard someone next to him say something embarrassingly.

"This... Mr. Jiang can still enjoy himself. Haha."

Master Jiang?

Jiang Weiyang frowned, then seemed to realize something, and suddenly turned to look at the person on the bed.

I saw Jiang Qing pressing Feng Xinyao, his face flushed with lust, obviously the one who had been drugged.

Huo Xiuyuan, who was supposed to be there, was standing by the bed in disheveled clothes at this moment, his coat was pulled aside, his neckline was half-opened, his chest was exposed, and scratches from his nails could still be vaguely seen.

"Brother—" Jiang Weiyang lost her voice.

Jiang Weiyang's complexion couldn't be described as blue, purple and dark, but it was more exciting than the color palette.

She only felt that the blood all over her body was cold, as if it had congealed into ice cubes, so cold that her brain could not function at this moment.

Where is Murong Qiao?

Why is her brother here?

The others also looked at each other in blank dismay, not knowing how to evaluate the scene in front of them.

"Jiang, Miss Jiang, help me—" Feng Xinyao cried and called her, and she didn't see Huo Yichen in her panic.

Jiang Qing was so powerful that she couldn't resist at all.

Then seeing someone coming in and approaching the bed, Feng Xinyao seemed to have seen a life-saving straw, she reached out and firmly grabbed the other person's clothes, wanting to ask for help.

Huo Xiuyuan, who was caught, realized something was wrong and wanted to run away, so he bumped into Jiang Weiyang and brought someone over.

Under many complicated and gossiping gazes, Huo Xiuyuan has many traces on his body, which can be said to be indisputable.

Huo Yichen looked at the bed, then at Huo Xiuyuan, with a half-smile on his face, he probably knew the purpose of Jiang Weiyang's intention to lure him here.

"I didn't expect Mr. Jiang's taste...it's really different from ordinary people."

No one was found, but it was a good show.

Everyone laughed, but no one dared to answer.

Jiang Weiyang couldn't be happier at the moment, his face was gloomy like a thunderstorm, and a thunderbolt could strike at any time.