77 sweet kisses from the president: the new wife is addicted

Chapter 71 A Bad Premonition

The night is cool, and the lights are just coming on, and the colorful candlelight of thousands of families illuminates the bustling Jiangcheng.The streets are full of traffic and crowds.In the starry night sky, the bright crescent moon hangs high above the head, gradually moving as time goes by, and before you know it, it is already late at night, and almost all the pedestrians on the road have disappeared.

Nie Yao was walking alone on the deserted street, and the wind was blowing her messy hair, making her feel a little creepy.She gathered her clothes, walked forward quickly, and was going to take a taxi to Ye Shanshan's house to spend the night.

Suddenly, two black shadows fell down. Nie Yao, who looked down at the ground, frowned, feeling that the two shadows at her feet were very strange.At first she thought that the passers-by didn't pay much attention, but after walking a few steps, she found that the shadow was still following her from left to right, acting sneakily.

A bad premonition welled up in my heart...

Nie Yao quickened her pace, took out her mobile phone and pretended to answer the call, but she quietly made a call with her nimble fingers.

The other party noticed something and rushed up suddenly.

Nie Yao, who had been on guard for a long time, ran away, but she was wearing flat shoes and was not good at running. Before she ran far, her hands stretched out from behind and covered her mouth.

"Hmm~" Nie Yao struggled desperately to open her mouth to ask for help, but a sharp pain came from the back of her neck, and her eyes went dark, and she passed out.

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In the castle, Qi Yan, who was sorting out documents in the study, heard a loud ringtone, and his phone vibrated tirelessly.He took the mobile phone, saw the call from Nie Yao, ticked the corner of his mouth, and swiped the answer button.

"What's the matter?" The pleasant voice was a little careless.

"beep!"

As soon as his voice fell, there was a hang-up sound from the other end of the phone, Qi Yan raised his eyebrows, seeming a little displeased.

He made a call but no one answered, and impatiently made another call. What was too much was that the person on the other end of the phone hung up on him directly!
Qi Yan was so angry that his face was livid, he jumped up against the table, and strode out of the study.

"Master." Seeing Qi Yan coming down the stairs, Uncle Ge greeted him respectfully.

Qi Yan ignored him, went straight to the landline and dialed Nie Yao's number, but just hung up the call.

"Is the young master calling the young lady?" Uncle Ge asked curiously.

Qi Yan nodded: "Yeah."

After making several phone calls with the same result, Qi Yan frowned involuntarily: "When you used this phone to call the Young Madam before, did she hang up before answering?"

Uncle Ge thought about it, and said solemnly: "Never."

Hearing this, Qi Yan frowned even tighter, and looked at the phone thoughtfully.

Turning on the tracking system on her phone, Qi Yan was afraid that Nie Yao would escape, so Qi Yan tampered with her phone and saw the red dots on the screen constantly moving, and soon left the urban area and went to the suburbs, and the place was getting closer and closer. The more remote, and finally went directly to the deep mountains and old forests.

Qi Yan lowered his face, and his deep voice was extremely cold: "Send someone to follow up immediately."

Picking up the coat on the rack, Qi Yan rushed out in stride.

Realizing that the situation was not good, Uncle Ge immediately chased after him.

Qi Yan quickly started the car and chased Nie Yao in the direction where Nie Yao left. Along the way, he kept calling Nie Yao's cell phone, hoping that the other party would answer it once.

As always, a mechanical female voice came from the mobile phone, Qi Yan was in a state of confusion, and the car drove faster and faster, going on a rampage like crazy, and almost hit the guardrail on the side of the road several times, causing the occasional passers-by to tremble with fear.

(End of this chapter)