[ scary +1, What is this? ]
[ you really scared me ... ]
The internet was abuzz with discussion because of this video, and the topic kept increasing in popularity.
At the same time, in the villa.
Ming Siran pushed open the door to Luo Qiao's room and strode in.
The man's eyes were calm as he swept his gaze across the room, his aura deep.
The countless clues from the investigation all pointed to a certain result.
However, he still needed more solid evidence to prove all his speculations.
The table in Luo Qiao's room was filled with countless skincare products and cosmetics, two pieces of clothing were casually thrown on the soft bed, and fashion magazines were placed on the head of the bed. It wasn't very neat, but it exuded the aura of a girl's life.
His gaze fell on the table and he walked over. He took the stack of documents she had placed on the table and flipped through them.
The room was silent as time passed by. The Ragdoll cat walked in from outside, raised its head, and meowed at him.
Ming Siran glanced at it, his long and fair fingers resting on the back of its neck as he picked it up.
The moment he got up, he caught a glimpse of the bottom of the cabinet from the corner of his eye.
A crumpled sheet of paper was stuffed into the gap, and the word "diagnosis" was clearly visible on it.
He paused.
The scene from not long ago flashed through his mind. He slowly narrowed his eyes, put down the Ragdoll cat, and walked over to take the piece of paper.
The paper was unfolded, and the words on it came into view:
Medical records.
His fingertips trembled slightly, and a premonition struck him.
He paused for two seconds before his gaze slowly slid down.
……
Name: Luo Qiao
[ diagnosis and treatment Department: Psychiatry department. ]
Psychiatry department.
When he saw those three words, Ming Siran's pupils suddenly shrank. Although he had some speculations, the moment he saw it for himself, his heart still felt as if it was being clenched by a pair of large hands, and a suffocating feeling overwhelmed him.
The room was extremely quiet, so quiet that it made one feel uneasy.
After a long while, Ming Siran finally moved. He reached out and unbuttoned a button. Rather than unbuttoning, it would be more appropriate to say he was pulling it. His actions were rough, and his Adam's apple bobbed slightly. His breath was suppressed and heavy.
He looked down and finally saw the date of the examination.
Year xxx, April 7th.
It had only been two weeks after their breakup.
The knuckles of Ming Siran's fingers, which were holding the examination report, were white. His tall figure was shrouded in the sun, and the fluctuations of emotions around him could be felt from far away.
He closed his eyes, and all he could see were women's faces.
The bright, proud, soft and pleasant woman who was like a cat should have been pampered and loved, but she was suffering alone in a foreign country.
"Sometimes, Yingluo would hear a woman's scream from miss Luo's house, as if she was in pain, Yingluo."
Every word and sentence was like a knife, cutting into his heart.
He couldn't imagine how she had spent her days and nights alone.
The phone in his pocket kept vibrating, and Ming Siran's eyes were bloodshot. After a long while, he took out his phone, glanced at the number displayed on it, and swiped his finger to answer the call.
"Hello?" he asked in a deep, hoarse voice.
On the other end of the phone, the subordinate's voice was particularly anxious. President Ming, bad news. There's a video of miss Luo Qiao circulating on the internet right now.
……
The car sped along the road. Ming Siran sat in the back seat, his fair fingers holding his phone, his jaw clenched tightly.
His subordinate sat in front with an uneasy expression.
Although the man didn't say anything, the aura he exuded was enough to make people shudder.
the award ceremony this time is very Grand and all the media and reporters will be there. According to the time, miss Luo Qiao should be here soon.
Ming Siran fixed his gaze on the woman in the video. Her screams were shrill and tragic, and her thin body kept trembling. She covered her ears and looked like she was on the verge of collapse.
He pursed his dry lips and suppressed the surging emotions in his heart. His voice was extremely hoarse."Hurry up," he said.
……
Holding her handbag, Luo Qiao lifted her skirt and got out of the car.
Her phone was vibrating crazily in her bag, and she reached out to take it.
"Qiao Qiao."
At this moment, a gentle voice rang out in front of her. Luo Qiao looked up and saw Jiang qingyin in a champagne-colored tube dress.
Her long black hair was carefully styled, and she had a perfect smile on her face. Accompanied by her assistant, she walked over to her.
Luo Qiao's eyes turned cold. She retracted her hand from her bag and stopped in her tracks.
The two of them were at the place where the artistes entered. On both sides were the media area, and there were some fans holding support signs around them.
The environment was noisy.
"I heard that you were injured during the filming." Jiang qingyin came up to Luo Qiao and looked at her worriedly. "Are you alright?"
The woman looked as gentle as water, and the words she said were full of care and concern. It was particularly comfortable and pleasant to the ears.
Luo Qiao's eyes narrowed and she said with a half-smile, " "I heard? Who told you that?"
"That's what everyone says," Jiang qingyin said with a smile. She reached out to tuck her hair behind her ear and said softly, " "Isn't that the case?"
Luo Qiao glanced at her. yes, she's slightly injured. But it's okay. I'll make her pay for it.
"Her?" Jiang qingyin looked at her and said in a gentler voice, " "Did someone hurt you? Who is she?"
"H-she's a slut."
Luo Qiao raised the corner of her mouth, her eyes as beautiful as a cat's curved, making her look cute and charming. there's a little b * tch who's jealous that I'm prettier, richer, and more popular than her, so she backstabbed me. She's really despicable.
Jiang qingyin looked at her deeply. When she was not smiling, her expression was cold, and she looked distant.
However, in just a moment, she raised the corners of her mouth again, her expression gentle and moving. "There's such a person? It's so scary."
"Is it scary?" "I think he's more pitiful," Luo Qiao said as she approached her.
The smile in Jiang qingyin's eyes faded a little when she heard those two words. She looked straight at Luo Qiao, her eyes dark."Pitiful?"
so low that he only knows how to use such underhanded means to deal with others. Isn't he pitiful? "
Jiang qingyin was silent for two seconds. When the wind blew, she looked away and said with a smile in a soft voice, " "Since it's a means, what's the point of being underhanded? moreover, it's a Wuwu."
She glanced at Luo Qiao and spoke in a soft voice that only she could hear, " "It seems to be very useful."
Luo Qiao's eyes flickered. She was about to say something when Jiang qingyin suddenly reached out and held her arm.
Without waiting for Luo Qiao to break free, the woman lifted her chin and looked straight ahead. She chuckled and said, " "Qiao Qiao, look, what's that?"
Luo Qiao was taken aback and followed her gaze.
There were two huge display screens at the entrance, which usually displayed advertisements and photos and videos of celebrities.
At this moment, the two display screens flickered, showing the thin and weak figure of a woman in the dark environment.