CEO, Hold On A Moment

Low and cool.

Shallow voice, without any emotion.

Qiao Mu suddenly turns her head -

she sees Tang BeiYao. He should have just come in from the outside. He was standing at the entrance. Before he could change his shoes, his overcoat had been taken off and hung on his arm.

"Tang Shao." The maid has come up.

She called respectfully and quickly took her shoes and helped hang up her clothes. Tang BeiYao gave his clothes to the other party and walked straight into the house Go in the direction of the phone.

Jomo froze.

From the moment Tang BeiYao appeared, her eyes were obviously helpless.

"If you fall down from the rooftop of dozens of floors, you are sure to die! However, the height was so bloody that I couldn't understand how he died. " Gustine's voice came from the other end of the phone. In the middle of his explanation, he noticed the movement on her side, so the conversation turned around Is BeiYao back? "

"Er..."

Jomo was two seconds behind.

It was not until Gu Si Ting finished that she came back to herself.

And the next second -

before she could say anything else, Tang BeiYao directly reached out and cut off the microphone she was holding. His fingertips touch her, the temperature is slightly cool, but also a touch away The phone has been transferred to him.

"Yes, I'm back." Even though he didn't get the receiver just now, he could hear the contents of the phone very clearly within this distance. So he said, just following Gu siting's words, he replied, "just arrived What else can I do for you? "

He was quiet for a moment.

It should be Gu siting on the other end of the phone, saying something.

But Jomo couldn't hear.

From Tang BeiYao's expression without any ups and downs, she could not guess anything about the content of the call. Moreover, Tang BeiYao was only silent for a short time. He soon left a "I know", and then hung up.

Jomo licked the dry corners of his lips.

After Tang BeiYao finished the call, she subconsciously hung her head to avoid the chance of colliding with his eyes.

She only dared to look at him secretly: there was no wound on his body or face. Yesterday, I was at a disadvantage. I didn't leave any bruises where I was beaten How come?

It's not scientific!

How long did she sleep?

Or what happened during her "sleepy" day?

"Tang Shao, Miss Qiao, dinner is ready." The maid came to remind him. Jomo looked up and couldn't see anything strange on each other's face

Besides being more attentive, his manner and expression were no different from usual.

It's not fake.

Obviously, the maid really didn't know anything, and nothing happened during her sleep.

"Miss Joe?" By Qiao Mu's eyes stare hair hair, the maidservant touched face unnaturally, "what's the matter?" Something on her face?

"Ah Good! Then eat? " Qiaomu recollected later. She laughed far fetched, always avoiding the sight of Tang BeiYao. Because the other side behaves naturally, she can only pretend to be natural here.

Then she raised her feet and tried to walk to the dining room.

But just two steps forward

With a tight wrist, she was caught by him.

"Eh?" Qiao Mu is a Leng, reflexively raise a head, flustered ground sees past.

She didn't touch Tang BeiYao's eyes.

The latter is turning to the maid, on the surface quietly explained: "you all go down, here don't care."

“…… Yes

His order was a little abrupt. The maid hesitated for two seconds before nodding in reply and quickly stepped down.

…………

It was not until the main building was completely quiet that Tang BeiYao let go and released his grip on her.

"No more questions?" He took the lead in asking questions.

Joe pursed his lips.

Just this moment of hesitation, his voice came from the top of his head: "if you don't ask, I'll start asking."

"No! Wait In a panic, Qiao Mu was forced to raise his head subconsciously and blurted out, "that heavy How did the man on the roof die? "

She has too many doubts to ask.

But she didn't have the time to think about every issue.

"Is that important? What's the difference between him jumping down on his own or being dealt with by me? " Tang BeiYao's words faltered, and there was a chill in his voice. "The point is, he's dead."

Joe opened his mouth.

Tang BeiYao didn't make his words very clear, but it was obvious that the cause of death was the latter and was "dealt with". At that time, she was completely unconscious, so she didn't know what the so-called "handling" was?

The almost mutated person, that horrible existence How did Tang BeiYao turn defeat into victory?Jomo didn't know.

And that's not her focus.

Now more importantly -

"you just let him die?" Waiting for the reaction, Qiao Mu asked anxiously, "where's the body? He has the blood you gave before! " Don't you want this back?

We should always find some experts and do something about refining, right?

"It doesn't matter." Her panic in exchange for Tang BeiYao's cold denial. He jumped directly over the topic and then asked, "..." What else do you want to ask? "

Yes!

Of course she has!

Leaving aside the topic just now, there is an "unsolved mystery" in her.

"What about me?" Jomo frowned. "On my back Stabbed! But when I woke up, nothing happened? " She thought about her words and recalled the scene. She could only use the word stabbing.

"I shed a lot of blood It's impossible... " Her memory is very clear, at this time, just can recall, "but I survived, and also live well."

She said.

Then, waiting for Tang BeiYao's reply.

But in her opinion, Tang BeiYao's answer to this incredible thing is concise -

" You didn't get hurt. " He spoke, summed it up calmly, and gave her the answer, "the blood is not yours, it's his. You're not stabbed, you're stun. You remember wrong

Qiao Mu was stunned.

How is that possible?

She clearly remembered the sharp pain in her back, the warm blood flow, the tension and panic on his face Her memory was so clear that he told her: wrong? Was she knocked out?

"But..." Jomo didn't believe it and wanted to say more.

"All right." However, Tang BeiYao interrupted her and prevented her from going on in a cold and unquestionable way. His eyes cast over, accurately capture her any expression, "you asked, I asked."

He asked?

Qiao Mu's heart "clatters" for a while, just at a loss and eagerness, are replaced by panic.

What does he want to ask?