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Liao Mingyun clenched her teeth as she blurted out, "Xiao Menghan, you just came out of his room."

Xiao Meng Han was no stranger to this name. The director Yue Yue said that she wanted to interview her target, but she had no way of accepting this fact. The man in that room was Xiao Meng Han, and he had been struck by lightning.

Seeing the complicated look on her face, Liao Mingyun said bitterly, "I know your name is Mo Xiaoxiao. You're an orphan, a journalist with an unpopular newspaper, and you get a thousand and eight hundred dollars a month. Oh, right, you also have a boyfriend.

The investigation was very detailed. Mo Xiaoxiao stared at the figure and asked, "What do you want?"

"Leave Xiao Meng Han, you are not worthy of him, he only wants to play with you, how much money do you want, I'll give it to you."

"I don't want money." "If you let me go, I promise that I will never appear in front of him again. If I see him, I will take three different streets."

Originally, he was also someone who couldn't be hit with eight rods, so he didn't think that the other party would kidnap him because of Xiao Meng Han.

Mo Xiaoxiao responded too quickly. On the contrary, Liao Mingyun was suspicious, "You want to go out and complain to him?" Liao Mingyun couldn't control the trembling of her body, and she suddenly thought of Xiao Meng Han's cold feelings for him. She was standing naked in front of him, but he didn't even look at him.

Liao Mingyun raised her hand and slapped Mo Xiaoxiao's face a few times. The sound of 'pa pa' was heard clearly in the room, and blood slowly flowed down from the corner of Mo Xiaoxiao's lips.

A transparent piece of adhesive tape landed on her mouth one second, causing her to panic. She struggled with all her might, her wrists and ankles grinding painfully.

Liao Mingyun did not care about Mo Xiaoxiao's struggling, as her eyes fell on the suit she was wearing. This suit belonged to Xiao Meng Han, so she clearly remembered it.

Liao Mingyun reached out her hand, and took off her suit completely, ignoring the protest and struggle of Mo Xiaoxiao, even taking off her pants.

"Mmm mmm, mmm." Mo Xiaoxiao watched as Liao Mingyun took off her suit, and walked towards the door without even looking at her.

She wanted to remind Liao Mingyun that she was still tied up, so she kept knocking against the bed.

The door was opened and closed. Liao Mingyun left, holding Xiao Meng Han's expensive suit. He was in a daze and couldn't be seen. His entire mind was on the suit. This was Xiao Meng Han's suit, and she had been waiting for him for 18 years.

The time in the room completely stopped, and the range of his activities was limited to this.

She didn't know how long she struggled or how long she struggled. Her four limbs were firmly bound and grew colder and colder, and the blanket was piled up on one side. At the beginning, her four limbs were still hurting, and she could feel the warm liquid wetting the rope.

After an unknown amount of time, the room's door was opened again. This time, it wasn't Liao Mingyun but Xiao Menghan. He was still dressed in a black suit, and his tall figure gave off a cold aura.

"Meng Han, listen to me. Meng Han, I really love you too much." Liao Mingyun hurriedly explained to Xiao Meng Han. She was just afraid that Mo Xiaoxiao would take away the man she loved.

It was a quiet room, and because of their appearance, she became uneasy. When Xiao Meng Han's gaze saw that there was almost no one breathing on the bed, she abruptly stopped.

"Meng Han, I …" Liao Mingyun did not expect Xiao Meng Han to suddenly stop. Her head bumped into Xiao Meng Han's back, and she immediately felt the hostility and anger from his body. Liao Ming Yun's body trembled as he took a step back.

"I, I really didn't think of killing her. I just, just wanted her to suffer a bit and leave you." Liao Mingyun eagerly explained as she reached out to grab Xiao Meng Han's arm.

Xiao Meng Han shook off Liao Mingyun's hand in disgust and strode to the bedside. Even someone as cold-blooded as him couldn't bear to look at his wrist, which had been broken by the rope.

His hand touched her skin. It was very hot and she was having a fever. Xiao Meng Han carefully untied the rope, but she didn't expect that the rope was already sticking to her wound.

Seeing the unconscious face on the bed twitch in pain, Xiao Meng Han's heart inexplicably hurt, and she moved even more gently.