Chapter 167

After leaving the company, Qiao Xiaoxiao sat on the co pilot and looked at the road in the distance. There was an impulse in her heart. She couldn't control her guess in her mind. Everything was too abnormal. Her heart told herself that if all reasonable explanations were eliminated, the rest, no matter how incredible, was the truth.

Qiao Xiaoxiao took a serious look at the troupe leader next to him. He was driving attentively. From the side, he could hardly see that his human skin mask fitted perfectly with his face.

"How on earth do you want to get mu Zehao back?" Qiao Xiaoxiao doesn't know how to say this. Maybe she really misses mu Zehao too much.

After hearing this, the troupe leader looked gloomy. He really didn't like the talkative Qiao Xiaoxiao.

"It depends on your performance." The troupe leader glanced at Qiao Xiaoxiao disdainfully.

"I'm afraid it's not something you can decide." Qiao Xiaoxiao has a trace of irony, which means that she began to think about the truth of the past. Maybe there is a hidden executioner behind the troupe leader.

There was a slight movement in the troupe leader's deep pool like eyes, as if a stone fell in and rolled up a trivial vortex.

"What do you know?" The troupe leader lowered his voice and asked very displeased.

Joe Xiaomo didn't answer. To be honest, she didn't know anything. There was no evidence. She only went step by step with her intuition and guess, but she felt that she was very close to the truth.

The troupe leader couldn't stand Qiao Xiaoxiao's silence. It was like a thirsty silence in the desert, which made him uncomfortable. The steering wheel in his hand turned left, quickly drove into the temporary parking place next to him, suddenly stepped on the brake, Qiao Xiaoxiao's body immediately bounced out, and was violently pulled back to the seat by the troupe leader's hands, like a pair of pliers, fixing Qiao Xiaoxiao's whole person.

"What do you know?" The troupe leader repeated very heavily.

Qiao Xiaoxiao met the troupe leader's cannibal eyes fearlessly, opened his lips slightly, and asked calmly, "what do you think I should know?"

The troupe leader seriously recalled the past few days. Qiao Xiaoxiao should not have noticed anything except that he knew that he and Mu Jingjing were fake. Moreover, he had no contact with mu zekun and his father and son. He should not doubt them. But what did Qiao Xiao seem to know about his tone and tone just now?

Qiao Xiaoxiao looked at the look of the troupe leader and looked at his face. Because thinking has constantly changed several looks, one of her rhetorical questions is to make the troupe leader doubt her, so as to mess around and maybe get useful clues.

Suddenly, the troupe leader released his hand, regained control of the steering wheel, and immediately returned to a calm appearance, which surprised her. Qiao Xiaoxiao heard the sound of the car starting. How could he let himself go so easily this time.

The car started slowly, but it was retreating all the time. It carefully retreated to an open area, and then made a 180 degree turn, changed its direction and moved forward at a high speed.

"Where are you going?" Qiao Xiaoxiao was a little uneasy. It was obviously not the way home. Instead, he drove farther and farther towards the suburbs and sparsely populated places.

The troupe leader ignored her and kept increasing the driving speed. The wind on both sides outside the window floated back. Qiao Xiaoxiao instinctively grabbed the handrails next to the car and breathed hard with his eyes closed.

Qiao Xiaoxiao felt that the speed was slowly decreasing, and his whole body was leaning back. He opened his eyes curiously. He found that the car had experienced a climb and had unknowingly entered the country road. There were many standing trees next to it. The road ahead was winding and headed for an unknown place,

After a long time, the car started at noon and arrived at its destination at dusk. The troupe leader parked the car in front of a huge yard. Qiao Xiaoxiao immediately felt familiar. She untied her seat belt, quickly opened the door and jumped out of the car.

"Here, isn't this where you imprisoned me the other day?" Qiao Xiaoxiao stepped forward and looked carefully. Then he pointed to the gate of the yard and asked, "what do you want to do when you bring me here?"

The troupe leader swaggered close to Qiao Xiaoxiao, narrowed his eyes into a seam, thought for a few seconds and replied, "what else do you think I can do? I always have to come back and have a look after leaving home for so long."

Qiao Xiaoxiao glared at him and scolded him several times in his heart. I'm afraid he came back because he was worried about what to do, so he would catch himself and shut himself up for a few days.

Last time she was so stupid that she didn't find another path here, but this time she had a good memory of what she saw when she came here.

"Please." Qiao Xiaoxiao, who pretended to be a gentleman, went in first.

The same house, the same furnishings, the same flavor of spices are still burning in the golden censer. Now, with Qiao Xiaoxiao living in again, there is another same person.

She walked back and forth in the house several times. It was this house again. Last time she didn't know how many sleeping pills she drank here. Yes, she felt that the troupe leader must have given her sleeping pills. She came back again. She hated everything here, and she hated house arrest here.

Before long, the young man of the troupe brought her food again, which was another familiar scene.

Qiao Xiaoxiao went to the dinner table and sat down. He laughed and said, "I'm glad to see you again. It's really fate."

The young man pursed his lips, put down the dishes and chopsticks, frowned and said, "my boss is not a bad person. As long as Miss Qiao listens to him, he won't hurt Miss Qiao."

"Listen to him? Become his dog? " Qiao Xiaoxiao snorted softly and smiled sarcastically.

After hearing this, the young man frowned more tightly and was about to stick together. He lowered his head and covered up his inner fluctuation, "please take your time." Then he went out.

Qiao Xiaoxiao looked at the food on the table. Although she was hungry, she didn't dare to eat. She learned the lessons of the previous times. The troupe leader must still put overpowering drugs in the food. She stood up, picked up the food with both hands, went to the toilet, opened the toilet and rushed directly into the sewer.

About an hour later, in the silent night, even the footsteps outside the door were heard so clearly that it seemed that someone had visited.

With a "creak", the leader pushed the door. He had changed his clothes. The human skin mask on his face had been torn off and showed his face. He stepped in with a pair of shiny leather shoes.

"I ate a lot of food." He glanced around and saw the bare plates on the table.

Qiao Xiaoxiao stood up modestly. He came to the door in the middle of the night. The situation was not very optimistic.

"I'm hungry. I've been on my way. I'm hungry faster."

After hearing this, the troupe leader nodded, walked in to Qiao Xiaoxiao, and stared at her with a pair of eyes. He went to the bedside, patted the cotton wool on the bed, looked at Qiao Xiaoxiao and asked, "are you sleepy?"

"Not sleepy!" Qiao Xiaoxiao calmly spit out these two words and thought that he would make his own idea again. Instead, he thought and changed his words, "I'm still a little sleepy." Then she sat in a chair and supported her forehead with her arms.

Seeing this, the troupe leader immediately went forward and sat down next to her, put his arms around Qiao Xiaoxiao's waist, and swam back and forth between her waist, rubbing and teasing. Then he poked Qiao Xiaoxiao's hair with his other hand, his white and slender neck, and kept asking Qiao Xiaoxiao about the fragrance of Gardenia.

"You smell good!" The troupe leader came to Qiao Xiaoxiao's earlobe and said softly.

Qiao Xiaoxiao could feel the expanding lust of the troupe leader. Her heart cooled until the thin lips of the troupe leader fell on Qiao Xiaoxiao's earlobe. Qiao Xiaoxiao thought that she would make a big move. Whether she could avoid it depends on luck.

She pushed away the troupe leader and stood up shakily. "My head is really dizzy and uncomfortable." Then he pushed back a few steps and wanted to hold something. He staggered, fell to the ground, closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep.

"Ah!" The troupe leader looked at Qiao Xiaoxiao falling straight to the ground and thought that Qiao Xiaoxiao had eaten too much food just now, and the medicine in the meal worked. Looking at Qiao Xiaoxiao's depressed appearance, he lost interest. He took Qiao Xiaoxiao to bed, shook his head and left.

When the troupe leader left, Qiao Xiaoxiao immediately opened her eyes. Her heart was in a mess. She lay in bed like a big stone, staring at the same ceiling. In her mind, it was like a computer showing everyone's strange appearance these days.

Especially today, mu zekun and his son had a very different attitude. Mu Lingqi changed his usual appearance of not daring to be angry, while mu zekun was particularly silent. He had expected this situation for a long time. In particular, the troupe leader didn't have any tension in front of Mu zekun and his son, which is reasonably impossible.

Qiao Xiaoxiao turned over and pressed the quilt against the bottom of her body. She racked her brains and couldn't think of where mu Zehao and Mu Jingjing were locked up, and she was locked here again. No, she was threatened and restricted by the troupe leader everywhere. She had no power to fight back. She had to escape, otherwise no one could help her.

She leaned over again and felt something hard against her skin. It was very uncomfortable. She reached out and touched it. It was a mobile phone.

Qiao Xiaoxiao sat up excitedly. How could she forget this matter? When she went out in the morning, she secretly hid her mobile phone while the troupe leader didn't pay attention. She wanted to find an opportunity to contact others during the day and put it back at night. Unexpectedly, she was kidnapped here at night.

She thought about it. Now only Ye Xiaoqi can help herself. She sent a text message to Ye Xiaoqi, telling her in detail what happened these days. What happened in just a few days can be written into a one-step film.

"How could this happen!" Ye Xiaoqi exclaimed inconceivably.

Qiao Xiaoxiao also wants to understand how this can happen, how bad people always come out to test mu Zehao and her. Life is like a play, a play is like life!

Without waiting for ye Xiaoqi to calm down his surprise, Qiao Xiaoqi immediately sent Ye Xiaoqi a positioning and told her where she was imprisoned. Ye Xiaoqi immediately couldn't stand it and felt that she couldn't delay any longer. She decided to save Qiao Xiaoqi tomorrow.

The mobile phone vibrated. Ye Xiaoqi sent a message to tell Qiao Xiaoxiao to be ready tomorrow. She and Gu Yanxi must save her tomorrow.

She finally ended the fight alone and replied, "be careful. I hope everything goes well tomorrow. Suddenly, she thought that Mu Jingjing is fake. She was worried that ye Xiaoqi would find help and divulge the plan. She immediately added:" Mu Jingjing is fake. Don't let Mu Jingjing know about it. It's best not to tell Jiang Yiming, So as not to let the fake Mu Jingjing notice. "

At the end of the conversation, Qiao Xiaoxiao seemed to take off a small stone in her heart and lay flat in bed thinking about tomorrow's escape. She couldn't sleep again.