Marrying a pet: My husband is so bad

Chapter 439 Met, Eight Years Ago

Thinking of this, Tang Qiaowan frowned tightly, and a trace of worry flashed across her eyes.

She didn't want to cause Long Yuchen any trouble, and she didn't want Long Yuchen to suffer any harm because of her.

She had to find a way to escape, even if it was impossible, she had to try.

She must never allow herself to be a pawn for others to hurt Long Yuchen.

When necessary, she would rather die than be used.

Seeing that she didn't answer, the noble man said again in a cold voice: "You haven't answered my question yet."

Tang Qiaowan glanced at him coldly, "You didn't answer my question, why should I answer your question?"

The man stared at her coldly, and smiled inexplicably, but his laughter was as cold as thousands of years of ice, without any warmth.

Suddenly, he got up like a cheetah and approached Tang Qiaowan.

Seeing him approaching with a sinister aura around him at night, Tang Qiao stepped back subconsciously.

The noble man stared at her retreating steps, and the playfulness in his night eyes that reflected the cold light inexplicably became a little stronger.

He continued to step forward, and Tang Qiaowan was forced to retreat to the glass French windows, with his back pressed against the glass windows.

She clenched her slender hands and kept fighting.

Seeing this, the noble man hooked his beautiful lips coldly, and approached her quickly like lightning, pinching her chin with his slender and white hands, and scrutinized her delicate and beautiful little body carefully with his icy eyes like splashed ink. Face.

Tang Qiaowan's heart was trembling at the sight of him, and she was about to raise her hand to pull away his hand that was holding her chin, when he grabbed her wrist nimbly.

Tang Qiaowan was slightly startled, she did not expect the man in front of her to be so skilled.

She struggled twice but couldn't get away, and stared at him angrily, "Have you seen enough, let me go."

This man must be sick.

The noble man met her angry eyes, smiled coldly, and said, "I met you eight years ago."

Hearing this, Tang Qiaowan was slightly taken aback, "Impossible."

The man stared at her closely, and said again: "If it wasn't for me eight years ago, you would have died."

Tang Qiaowan was slightly surprised by his words, and then vetoed again: "Impossible."

It was her Yu Chen who saved her eight years ago, so what does it have to do with the man in front of her?

Seeing her repeated vetoes, the noble man narrowed his eyes coldly, and shot her gaze as sharp as a knife, "It seems that you were too injured eight years ago to remember."

Tang Qiaowan felt that the man in front of her was sick. She looked at him coldly, and instead of entangled with him about what happened eight years ago, she asked, "What's the matter between you and Yu Chen? How do you want to deal with him?"

The noble man stared at her calm, fearless little face, and narrowed his cold eyes, "You don't seem to be afraid of me at all."

"Is it useful? Are you afraid that you will let me go?"

The noble man smiled coldly, his breath was cold, "Thought it through, but don't worry, I promise not to kill you before playing Death Dragon Yuchen."

Hearing this, Tang Qiaowan's heart was startled, and a look of worry flashed in her eyes, "What kind of hatred do you have with Yu Chen, why did you put him to death?"

The noble man didn't answer her question, but stared at her coldly, warning: "Don't try to escape, you won't be able to escape here."

After the words fell, he left directly.

Tang Qiaowan looked at the closed door, stepped forward and tried to turn the handle, but found that it couldn't be opened at all.

She twisted for a while, and she didn't stop until her hands were sore.

She turned around and leaned her back against the door, her clear eyes were stained with deep worry, she was afraid that Long Yuchen would be in danger because of her.

She thought of Long Yuchen's worried look when she fell into the lake, and her heart ached. At this moment, he must be worried about her too, but she had no way to escape, and no way to tell him where she was now .

She frowned tightly, with an anxious and worried expression on her face, thinking of a way to escape.

……

In the luxurious interior cabin on the fifth floor of the oil tanker, the noble man wearing a silver mask suppressed his chilling aura and was drinking red wine gracefully. He slightly closed his cold eyes without any emotion. Looked thoughtful.

Mike, a western man beside him, asked with a grim expression: "Young master, when will your game with Long Yuchen start? I can't wait to see Long Yuchen being played like a dog. He is so majestic." After so long, it's our turn."

(End of this chapter)