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Seeing the pain on Qiao Chuyang's face, Ouyang Jingyu, who was sitting in a wheelchair, had a face as sharp as a knife. Feel.

Revenge was the most satisfying thing. Only then would this woman be able to experience deep, heart-piercing pain.

"Crawl over. Maybe I'll think about getting rid of them. "

A low and deep voice that sounded like red wine entered Qiao Chuyang's ears, making him seem like a demon.

"Are you sure?" Qiao Chuyang raised his tear-stained face and looked at the expressionless Ouyang Jingyu.

Ouyang Jingyu coldly snorted. His meaningful gaze suddenly became cold and bloodthirsty.

"Are you qualified to question my words?"

Qiao Chuyang painfully kneeled on the ground, crawling all the way to Ouyang Jingyu's wheelchair. The short distance of a few meters between them was over ten meters, twenty meters, and thirty meters long.

"Now... Can you clear these photos now? "

Qiao Chuyang's voice was filled with anticipation.

Ouyang Jingyu raised his Weibo lips, and his bony big hands hooked up Qiao Chuyang's small chin.

"I'm sorry, but you didn't satisfy me. Not only will I not clear out these photos, I will even photocopy more of them. Perhaps one day, the whole world will be able to see this scene."

Ouyang Jingyu's words gnawed at Qiao Chuyang's mottled heart. It was as if a sharp knife had sliced through it, causing Qiao Chuyang to painfully close his eyes.

When Ouyang Jingyu tore off Qiao Chuyang's clothes, Qiao Chuyang's fragile heart sank into the bottom of the abyss and his body began to tremble inexplicably.

"You … What are you going to do? " Qiao Chuyang subconsciously wanted to retreat, but the big hand under his chin increased his strength.

"What do you think?"

Ouyang Jingyu's large hands were like pincers as they grabbed Qiao Chuyang's shoulders and pulled her onto his lap.

"No …" "Don't …"

He had been engaged to Ouyang Jingyu countless times. They had a close relationship, but this time, Qiao Chuyang saw an even crueler glint in the depths of his eyes.

"No?" Qiao Chuyang's resistance caused Ouyang Jingyu's sinister icy eyes to be covered with a layer of bloodthirsty red light.

"Help me to the bed. "Let's go." The low voice that was obviously suppressed made Qiao Chuyang feel even more uneasy.

Ouyang Jingyu was too heavy. Body feeding. The younger Qiao Chuyang brought with him a huge amount of pressure. She used both hands to support Ouyang Jingyu's arm on her body as she walked step by step towards the large bed beside her.

"Ah …" Qiao Chuyang's foot slipped and along with Ouyang Jingyu, he fell to the ground as he cried out in alarm.

Ouyang Jingyu's first thought was to hug Qiao Chuyang tightly to avoid causing her any more harm.

"Damn." Ouyang Jingyu cursed as a trace of blood dripped from the wound on his arm.

"You … You're bleeding. " Qiao Chuyang quickly got up from Ouyang Jingyu's body.

"If you didn't cripple me, do you think I would have bled?"

Ouyang Jingyu pulled Qiao Chuyang into his embrace, even though it was a small one. There was no feeling in the leg, but it did not detain him from releasing his enthusiasm.

"I …" Ouyang Jingyu was sitting on his withered body. On his leg, Qiao Chuyang's heart was full of self-blame.

Qiao Chuyang couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva when he saw the bronze colored flesh of his chest.

"Can I go now?" Qiao Chuyang looked carefully at this uncertain man.

"Did I tell you to leave?" Ouyang Jingyu raised a pair of eyes that were even brighter than diamonds and stared at Qiao Chuyang.

"When can I leave?" Qiao Chuyang's eyes turned dark and lifeless.

"Without my permission, you will never leave this place in your life."

His overbearing tone made Qiao Chuyang sigh helplessly. A trace of sadness flashed across his pale but delicate face.

"Go have supper with me."

Qiao Chuyang did not dare to disobey Ouyang Jingyu's instructions and directly pushed him into the restaurant.

A servant had long since placed the prepared dishes in front of the two of them.

"Young master, we found Peter."

Just as Ouyang Jingyu was about to place the dishes into his mouth, Gangzi's anxious voice came from the door.

"Where is that stupid man?"

Ouyang Jingyu threw the knife and fork in his hand onto the table and asked Gangzi with a cold expression.

Gangzi glanced at Qiao Chuyang, walked up to Ouyang Jingyu, and whispered a few words into his ear.

"Damn it. "Are you sure he's there?"

He nodded.

"I'm sure that I've already sent my brothers to guard the place, but I don't know if Young Mistress has the key to that place." Gangzi shifted his gaze onto the pale faced Qiao Chuyang.

"Me?" Qiao Chuyang raised his pretty face and looked at Gangzi in confusion.

"Where's the key?"

A calm tone of voice came out from Ouyang Jingyu's thin lips. However, his body was emitting a dangerous aura, which enveloped Qiao Chuyang.

"What key?" "Ouyang Jingyu, can you explain the situation a bit more clearly?"

Ouyang Jingyu slammed his hand down on the table, his cold eyes suddenly filled with a bloodthirsty red light.

"The key to the basement of the Qiao family."

"The key to the basement?" Qiao Chuyang suddenly stood up from his chair, his pair of long and narrow eyes raised a trace of vigilance.

"Ouyang Jingyu, what are you planning? The things in the basement are the only property my mother left me, and I won't let you destroy them. "

Qiao Chuyang held the necklace tightly.

Ouyang Jingyu coldly snorted and slid onto the wheelchair. He walked up to Qiao Chuyang with a cold expression and forcefully tore off the necklace on her neck.

"Ah …" After the necklace was broken, Qiao Chuyang could only feel a sharp pain on his neck and let out a cry of pain.

"I really did not think that you would hide Peter there. "Qiao Chuyang, it seems like you are smarter than I thought. You know that the most dangerous place is the safest place."

Ouyang Jingyu's bloodthirsty eyes were like a judge from hell, fiercely glaring at Qiao Chuyang's face.

"Where is Peter? "Impossible, without the key, Peter cannot enter the underground room. Ouyang Jingyu, I know you hate me and wish you could torture me at any moment, but for such a ridiculous method, you will only make me look down on you even more."

Ouyang Jingyu coldly snorted. His thin, upturned lips curved up into an ice-cold smile.

"Is he there? We'll know once we go there."

His large hand grabbed Qiao Chuyang's wrist.

The pain from his wrist made Qiao Chuyang slightly frown. However, she did not hesitate as she followed behind Ouyang Jingyu's wheelchair.

Looking at the Qiao family compound that he hadn't returned to for a very long time, Qiao Chuyang's heart was filled with emotions.

The Qiao family compound that no one was taking care of was overgrown with weeds. There was not a single trace of popularity. It was full of depression that made Qiao Chuyang feel sad.

"Young Master." Two men who had been monitoring the situation the entire time arrived in front of Ouyang Jingyu.

"Are you sure Peter is inside?"

The two lackeys nodded affirmatively.

"We followed him all the way here and saw him in Joe's house. We looked everywhere except the basement, so we're pretty sure Peter went in there. It's just that we don't have a key. "

Ouyang Jingyu's cold eyes stopped on Qiao Chuyang.

"Anything else you want to say to me?" A cold voice came out from Ouyang Jingyu's thin lips.

The corner of Qiao Chuyang's lips curled up into a cold smile.

"I only know that I have never given the key to Peter. As for whether or not he is inside, you will know once you see him, right?"

Qiao Chuyang's cold and detached attitude made Ouyang Jingyu, who had a handsome face with a sharp blade line, raise a smile that would cause others to wonder what kind of expression he would have on his face.

They soon arrived at the basement of the Qiao family.

When Gangzi inserted the key … When it entered the button, Qiao Chuyang's heart was in his throat.

"Nervous?"

Ouyang Jingyu looked at Qiao Chuyang with an unfathomable expression. His thin lips slightly curled upwards.

"I …" I also want to clear up your misunderstanding of me as soon as possible. "

Ouyang Jingyu coldly snorted. His sharp black eyes were as cold as ice as they were shot at Qiao Chuyang's face.

"Young master, he... He ran away? "

Walking out from the room, he told Ouyang Jingyu about Peter's absence with a face full of remorse.

"He ran away?" Ouyang Jingyu's meaningful gaze suddenly turned abnormally cold and bloodthirsty. His large hand was tightly grasping the armrest of the wheelchair.

"What's the clue?"

Gangzi hesitantly placed the phone in his hand in front of Ouyang Jingyu.

"This was found from the inside. There was a message that was just sent to him by his Young Mistress. It should be that Peter escaped after reading this message."

When he saw the information inside, Ouyang Jingyu's complexion greatly changed. His bloodthirsty eyes were like a judge from hell.

"Tell me, what's going on?"

Ouyang Jingyu's large hands grabbed Qiao Chuyang's wrist and forcefully pulled her in front of him.

"Look carefully, the phone number given to Peter in here, is it yours?"

When he saw the phone number, Qiao Chu Yang took a deep breath and his face instantly turned pale.

"I …" "I don't know, I didn't, I really didn't. Ouyang Jingyu, you have to trust me. Ever since I found out about Peter's news, I've been with you. I simply haven't had the chance to send him a message!"

Qiao Chuyang suddenly felt as if he had fallen into a trap that had been dug out long ago, causing him to sink into pain.