Husband is bad: evil president is not easy to mess with

"Yes... yes!" After being reprimanded in such a low voice, the driver finally came to his senses, hurriedly got into the driver's seat, closed the door, put on his seat belt, and started the car.

The car slowly exited the not-so-spacious alley, turned a corner at the intersection, and drove steadily onto the main road leading to Sikong Manor.

The high-rise buildings and landscape trees outside the car window are constantly receding, and there are also colorful billboards, inflatable arches for various promotions at the entrance of the business, etc., which are full of signs of urbanization...

Haiyue's body was stiff, sitting on Sikong Jingqiu's lap, without any thought of admiring the scenery outside the window, grabbing Sikong Jingqiu's blood-stained shirt, and buried herself tightly in his chest.

But even so, her heart was still trembling and frightened uncontrollably.

Although Sikong Jingqiu didn't speak, Haiyue felt it from his tense muscles, and he was very angry.

Haiyue grabbed the shirt on Sikong Jingqiu's chest with such strength that her finger bones turned white, and the cloth in her hand was twisted into pickles, crumpled, as if this could alleviate some inner fears.

If, later, Sikong Jingqiu asked why she appeared at Du Yunyan's house, how would he answer?

Thinking of this, Haiyue felt as if the blood in her whole body was frozen in an instant, and she couldn't help but feel a chill down her spine.

Of course, it is impossible for Sikong Jingqiu not to notice Haiyue's small movements. He frowned and looked at the regressing scenery outside the window. After a long time, he slowly turned his head and glanced at the trembling person curled up in his arms. His eyes darkened, and the line of his jaw tightened suddenly.

Even though his mood fluctuated violently and there was a rush of fury in his chest, Sikong Jingqiu didn't have any plans to speak.

After all, they are still on the road, in the car, it is not suitable to talk about things here, let alone there is an outsider present...

Sikong Jingqiu glanced at the driver, Xiao Wu, who was concentrating on driving, and pursed his lips tightly.

The two of them remained silent like this until the car drove into the black carved gate of Sikong's house, and stopped at the door where two rows of servants in maid outfits stood neatly.

As soon as the driver stopped the car, a servant immediately came forward to drive for them.

Sikong Jingqiu got off the car with Haiyue in his arms, without even looking at the rows of servants in front of him, he passed them expressionlessly, stepped up the stairs, came to the third floor, walked through the bright corridor, Walking into the bedroom of the two of them, he kicked the door shut with one foot.

Butler Li, the only one who dared to speak when the young master was angry, was not there. All the servants stayed where they were, and no one dared to follow. They only dared to stay in the hall downstairs, waiting for Butler Li to return.

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Sikong Jingqiu put Haiyue at the door of the bathroom, turned around and walked into the bathroom to fill in the water, then went to the cabinet and opened it, casually pulled a shirt of his own from the hanger, and threw it to the bewildered Haiyue.

"Wash yourself clean!"

Haiyue was terrified by his cold tone, she didn't dare to neglect anything, took the clothes tremblingly, turned and walked into the bathroom.

Haiyue stood by the bathtub, stared at the clear water in it for a while, then raised her feet, stepped in and sat down, slowly lay down on her back, staring blankly at the white ceiling.

What happened just now, like rewinding, flashed in my mind one scene after another.

Haiyue gritted her teeth.