Today, the hostess, has she lost her studies?

Chapter 1769 Rose Manor (58)

The results of the truck crash case came out quickly.

The result was unexpectedly that the truck driver was fine, it was indeed drunk driving, but that was indeed accidental.

The real problem was the car behind them.

There is a bomb hidden in the car, ready to hit it at the intersection and detonate the bomb.

In the end, I never thought that stealing chickens would cost me nothing, but I was hit by a truck instead.

The bomb was detonated on the spot, so there was an explosion accident.

The family members of the two people in the car have already collected the money.

It is equivalent to exchanging life for money, and it is bound to die with him.

When S came to report, Mr. Qiao looked calm and closed the document in his hand without any haste.

His slender and fair finger bones tapped on the table slowly.

One, one, another.

It's hard to figure out what he's thinking.

"Have you found out who it is?"

His voice was gentle, and his deep gaze quietly fell on the withered roses all over the ground outside the window.

The dim color seemed to cool his cold eyes a bit.

The ice is cold, but his complexion is still warm and white, as if he will never have a bad temper.

S, who was in charge of secret affairs, always bowed respectfully, and replied, "It's Joe...Mr. Er."

The result was no surprise.

S said: "Mr. Er was very cunning this time. He let the Lin family who had an enemy with us before take action, and he provided funds in the name of the project behind the scenes."

The method is smarter, but he probably never thought of it...

Mr. Qiao still has a somewhat black background.

Use your contacts to check, and you can still find out something.

Mr. Qiao, who has always been mild-tempered, has a calm complexion, staring at the withered roses outside the window, his eyes are dark.

There is hardly any extra emotion shown.

Anger is indistinguishable.

He didn't speak for a long time, and S has maintained this posture.

Until, there was a knock on the door of the silent study room.

Outside, Uncle Wang's voice came, breaking the excessive silence in the room.

"Sir, Mr. Er sent a gift over and said he wanted you to open it yourself."

Mr. Qiao raised his eyes calmly.

S agrees, and goes to open the door.

Uncle Wang came in with a wrapped gift box.

Almost instantly, S smelled the smell of blood keenly.

His expression immediately became stern, he held down Uncle Wang's movement, and looked at Qiao Fuxing.

"Sir, there may be danger."

But Uncle Wang hurriedly stopped: "Don't worry, sir, there is no bomb, we have checked it."

"That's when we scan through the x-rays...inside..."

He hesitated to speak, "Like a hand."

Mr. Qiao, who was sitting on the office chair, had light brows and eyes, still peaceful.

His deep gaze fell on the gift box, his face remained gentle and unchanged.

He only tapped the desktop lightly, and said calmly, "Open it and have a look."

S followed suit immediately.

As soon as the gift box was opened, indeed, there was no bomb.

The smell of blood was so strong that one would vomit out of last night's dinner.

S only glanced at it, and then took out a greeting card that was attached inside.

Most of the greeting card has been stained red with blood, and the black handwriting and pen and ink have been smudged, blending with the blood.

The color contrast is extremely great, and it is also extremely cold.

Inhumanly cold, downright, insane.

S scanned the words on it, then looked at Uncle Wang.

Uncle Wang also saw the content on it and was shocked.

The two of them looked at each other, their expressions were not very good.

(End of this chapter)