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Opening the bathroom door, Luo Qiao walked out.
The light in the room was bright. Shen shengkong's figure was slender. He was leaning by the window with a lazy expression.
When he heard her voice, he lifted his eyes and glanced at Luo Qiao. His gaze fell on her tensed little face and his thin lips curled up slightly as he said with interest, " "What, are you disappointed that you didn't find anything that can kill me?"
Luo Qiao,"hehe."
She walked straight to the bed, kicked off her shoes, and lay down.
Shen shengkong had one hand in his pocket as he walked over at a steady pace, looking down at her.
The man's line of sight followed her beautiful eyebrows and slid down. She could feel her presence even with her eyes closed.
Luo Qiao grabbed the pillow beside her and threw it at him.
Shen shengkong caught it easily and raised his eyebrows. He didn't care much about her rejection of him.
He looked at her deeply for a few seconds, then put the pillow on the bed and lay down himself.
The moment he laid down, Luo Qiao shot up from the bed and stared at him warily like a cat with its fur standing on end.
The man's eyes were closed, and his voice was relaxed, but there was a sense of danger in it. "Lie down. Otherwise, I don't know what I would do. Qiao Qiao, you know what kind of person I am."
Do you know what kind of person I am?
In the quiet atmosphere, Luo Qiao pursed her lips.
In her line of sight, she saw his eyebrows move slightly, as if he was about to open his eyes. Luo Qiao's eyelids twitched, and the next second, she quickly lay down.
Shen shengkong glanced at her. The woman's back was facing him, and she kept her distance from him, as if she was hiding from some terrible beast.
He smirked and did not force her to come over. He reached out and turned off the light by the bed, and the room instantly fell into darkness.
Luo Qiao had been unconscious since the start of the night, but she was not sleepy at all. She turned over and accidentally touched the cold ring on her finger.
She paused in her actions.
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It was already late at night in China.
There was a computer on Ming Siran's lap, his long fingers tapping on the keyboard. He had not had time to change out of his shirt, and the blood on it had already dried.
The man's face was immersed in the bright light, and his face, which was slightly pale from the blood loss, was a little cold at the moment.
At this time, the subordinate outside raised his hand and knocked on the door. "President Ming."
Ming Siran did not raise his head, his voice was hoarse from not speaking for a long time. He said lightly, " "Enter."
The subordinate pushed the door open and entered, followed by a doctor.
"President Ming, your injuries need to be treated first. Our people are already looking for her, and I believe we'll be able to find her very soon."
The subordinate glanced at the doctor, who immediately walked to Ming Siran's side. When he saw the deep wound on the man's arm, he could not help but be a little shocked.
Ming Siran, on the other hand, was expressionless. He allowed the doctor to disinfect and treat him, as if he was not the one in pain.
His eyes were fixed on the computer screen, staring at the screenshots. His eyes were deep and cold.
Suddenly, his fingers paused and zoomed in on a screenshot several times. A complicated and mysterious pattern was vaguely engraved on it, which looked like the emblem of a large family.
Ming Siran stared at the pattern, his eyes slowly narrowing as a bone-chilling glint appeared in his eyes.
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The cruise ship sailed on the sea for three days. On the afternoon of the third day, the cruise ship arrived at the port and arrived in a foreign city.