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When his subordinate called to report the situation, he said that the woman was in a hurry to meet someone.

In a hurry to meet someone?

For the past few days, she had been locked up by him and her basic social network had been cut off. He had let her come back for two days, but he hadn't seen her in a rush to meet anyone.

Apparently, he had been called out of the apartment on the spur of the moment.

A few of the people she'd seen on the pages of her profile had no doubt been eliminated.

A conjecture slowly surfaced in his mind.

His dark, deep eyes narrowed.

He took the cigarette from his lips and pressed it down in the ashtray. Without hesitation, he started the car and drove out.

After half an hour of driving, the black Rolls-Royce stopped at an upscale apartment in Cloud City.

She had just finished her shower, and when she heard the doorbell ring, she was walking out of the room with her hands still tied around her waist and her belt tied around her waist.

When he heard the doorbell ring, his hands paused, and a hint of stiffness flashed across his unpainted face. However, he still went to open the door.

A tall figure, covered in a cold aura, stood motionlessly outside the door. When he saw her open the door, he raised his head and looked at her with his deep black eyes from where his hair was dripping with water.

Even though she had prepared herself mentally, Susie was still shocked by the man's dark, frightening eyes and the rain-soaked dark suit.

"Yan-gege …" How could you... "Ugh!"

Before Su Zhizhi could finish her sentence, her beautiful white neck was caught by the man's strong palm and forced into the room.

Gong Yan shut the door with a kick, and suddenly, the only sound that could be heard in the large living room was the voice of the woman, who was in so much pain that she couldn't even control herself.

Su Qizhi instinctively lifted her hand to break the man's palm, the delicate features on her face twisted into a ball as she looked at the man's tearful eyes.

"Tell me, where is she?"

The man's cold gaze was fixed on her face as if he was looking at a dead thing, causing her heart to tighten in pain.

"I don't know... "What are you talking about …"

"Not admitting to it?"

Gong Yan let out a cold laugh, his expression didn't change as he increased the power in his hands, "Since you have the ability to make me marry you, I think I should at least let you know what kind of a person I am, feel it? I won't have the slightest bit of mercy towards women. Are you sure you want to marry me? "

Su Zhizhi's black pupils unavoidably shrank. The tears that she had accumulated quickly flowed out of her eyes and down her clean face. She couldn't make a sound because of the man's constant exertion of strength.

Time seemed to stop at that moment.

Only when Su Zhizhi was about to faint due to lack of oxygen did the man's grip on her suddenly relax, allowing her to fall onto the white carpet and cough non-stop.

The man sat down next to the sofa as he stepped across the clean, soft carpet with his shiny, handmade, custom-made shoes.

With one hand on the armrest of the sofa and the other on the middle of his forehead, a look of exhaustion appeared on Gong Yan's face, but he still did not conceal the cold and reserved look on his face.

It took her a while to recover from the cough that had nearly taken her life. She feebly turned away from the clean and soft carpet and looked at the man's handsome face, which had its eyes closed.

She lowered her head and bit her lips, closing her moist eyes before opening them again. The hesitation from before was no longer there.

She slowly stood up and tidied up the champagne silk robe she was wearing before leisurely walking to the sofa and saying gently, "Yan-gege …" Your clothes are wet. If you wear it like this, you will catch a cold. Can I make a bowl of ginger tea for you to drink? "

The man still had his eyes closed, as if he was immersed in his own world.

When he didn't answer, she thought he had agreed.

With a flash, he entered the kitchen.

When he came out again, he held a small white porcelain bowl in his hand, which was filled with ginger tea.

Cautiously, she moved closer to the man and whispered his name.

Hearing her voice, Gong Yan came back to his senses. When he opened his eyes, he saw the woman's face.

From his slightly bent body, he could see the spring color unintentionally flowing from the front of his nightgown.

The expression in his eyes darkened as he lifted his eyelids and looked coldly at the woman.

Su Zhizhi's heart violently shrunk under his gaze. She could not help but bite her lips to death. Then, she put the bowl to the side and took a small step back.

"Ginger tea is ready …" Drink while it's hot. "

She lowered her head, trying to avoid the panic in her eyes being noticed. Her voice was always soft and gentle.

Gong Yan swept a cold glance over that bowl of tea on the tea table. Without any hesitation, he stood up and was about to leave.

Su Qizhi's body stiffened. She obviously didn't expect him to leave so soon. The man had just turned around, but she had already followed him without any hesitation.

In the next second, both of his arms wrapped tightly around the man's waist.

Sensing that the woman had stuck close to him, Gong Yan's face darkened. He subconsciously reached out to untie the belt around his waist, but before he could do so, the woman screamed out in surprise, "Just this once, Yan-gege, please, don't go, okay?"

The soft touch on his back was clear, and the woman was almost snugly pressed against his back.

He frowned deeply. Without hesitation, his men grabbed the woman's wrist and pulled it away.

He turned around, and the woman's unique fragrance rushed into his nose, and her red lips tried to kiss his.

The man's expression changed. Instinctively, he tilted his head, and the woman's kiss fell on his face.

"Suzhi!"

The instant the cold voice rang out, he pushed the woman away without any hesitation.

Su Qizhi fell onto the carpet again, curled up on the floor with heavy breathing, and her chest heaved up and down for some reason.

Only then did Gong Yan realize that there was something wrong with the woman. His face, which was exposed under the light, had an unnatural flush to it. His eyes were misty and flirtatious.

This was the reaction of a woman. As a grown man, he understood very quickly.

His expression darkened, he glanced at the bowl of ginger tea on the tea table, and asked with almost certainty: "You drugged it?"

"Yan-gege, help me …" "I feel so uncomfortable …"

The woman's arm reached out to him unconsciously. It paused for a moment as if its mind was in a muddle. Then it staggered up from the ground, picked up the bowl of ginger tea, and was about to send it to him.

"Your clothes are wet …" "Drink the ginger tea..."

She had not taken two steps when she accidentally tripped over something. She fell straight back to the ground, along with the bowl in her hands. She was completely confused.

Gong Yan looked at the scene in front of him indifferently, the disgust in his eyes undisguised.

"Sookie, you have really impressed me more and more."