Is the black lotus husband okay?

Chapter 155 Princess
Qiao Yueqing's eyes had already turned red, her fingers were trembling, and she pulled the trigger neatly...

"boom--"

The sound of the gunshot coincided with the sudden impact outside. Quan Han, who was about to be headshot, was hit by a heavy object and deviated from the direction, causing him to be shot in the shoulder and bleeding.

A group of people came in, and the leading man looked at Qiao Yueqing, and said softly, "Anyan, we have been friends for many years, and I, Xu Laosan, saved you too. Can you let me go because of my friendship? Is this subordinate killed? Is it easy to talk about an apology later?"

Obviously, Xu Laosan didn't want to get into a confrontation with Qiao Yueqing.

"You can kill whoever you want! Even you! I can kill you too!"

The gun in Qiao Yueqing's hand was clenched again, and he moved towards Youngest Xu without hesitation.

His eyes were getting redder and redder, and he had lost all reason.

Youngest Xu managed to dodge the shot, a flash of shock flashed in his eyes, followed by raging anger.

He didn't care anymore, and ordered his men to fight back.

The abandoned factory suddenly fell into chaos...

An hour later, the factory caught fire.

It is very remote here, and a few stars can be seen faintly in the night sky.

Qiao Yueqing glanced at the sky, then quickly looked away, looking at the dark and deep road ahead, wondering what he was thinking...

Not long after, Yan Shang had dealt with the fire, cleaned up the scene and came back.

"Master Qiao, the youngest Xu jumped into the river and escaped. The others have cleaned up!"

Qiao Yueqing was silent for a long time, then suddenly asked, "Yan Shang, do you think Li'er will leave if she really knows about my past?"

Spokesman was stunned. He didn't have a 100% sure answer, so he could only say, "Although Miss Jiang is young, she is actually mature. Her love for Master Qiao comes from the bottom of her heart, and she has a greater ability to accept it than ordinary people. Master Qiao doesn't need to worry."

Qiao Yueqing's eyes flickered slightly, and his eyes became a little more determined, "I won't allow that day to appear!"

Hearing this, the speech merchant dared not speak anymore.

Master Qiao had an extremely possessive desire for Miss Jiang, and he didn't dare to imagine that if that day really happened, what terrible things would happen?

The sudden ringing of the bell broke the silence.

"It's Miss Jiang's call."

Yan Shang connected the phone and gave it to Qiao Yueqing.

The soft and waxy female voice came over quickly, calming the uneasiness and restlessness in people's hearts.

"Is Master Qiao still working overtime? Hurry up and come back from work, I made dessert again today to coax you..."

Hearing this, the man calmed down, and his red eyes became normal.

"it is good."

The corners of his lips rose a little, as if nothing had happened.

The two disappeared into the darkness.

purple garden.

It was already ten o'clock in the evening when Qiao Yueqing went back, but he didn't find Jiang Yueli when he entered the room.

Aunt Chen knew that every time Mr. came back, he would ask about Jiang Yueli's news, so she immediately said, "Miss Jiang is in the piano room, she seems to be doing something... a live broadcast?"

After finishing speaking, she smiled again, "Miss Jiang changed into a red Hanfu. Once she put it on, she looked like a charming royal princess. It's so pretty!"

Qiao Yueqing was originally in a calm mood, but after knowing the news, the air-conditioning came out again.

He went to the piano room on the third floor. Jiang Yueli seldom had the habit of locking the door. He opened it, and Jiang Yueli sang engrossedly, without noticing that he was gradually approaching.

The woman was dressed in red, her skin was creamy, her face was like a peach blossom, her eyebrows were red and her lips were red. Against the backdrop of red, her skin was white and delicate. Her apricot eyes were filled with water, and she smiled slightly, making her even more charming.

She held the pipa and sang it intently, her exceptionally pleasant voice easily numbs the hearts of the people.

The live broadcast room has gathered millions of people to watch it, and it is still multiplying at a terrifying speed. The barrage directly occupies half of the screen, and the comments skyrocket.

(End of this chapter)