Mr.CEO's Priceless Ex-wife

Strange, Qiao Xiaoxiao had the same dream after fainting. In the dream, two mu Zehao stretched out their hands to her and called her back. This time, she wanted to run without fear. She got up bravely and looked at them carefully.

These two people are not like the white angel and the black angel in the western world. The black angel says that he is a fallen angel. He has done bad things and betrayed God. He represents one good and one evil here. Qiao Xiaoxiao thinks about the dog blood plot. They both want them. They are dreams anyway. At the moment of touching her hand, the sky fell apart and the earth fell into chaos. She fell into the abyss.

It is still the same ceiling and the same hard bed. She sleeps flustered all over her body. She carefully wants to think about the mysterious dream. It is reasonable that dreams are subconsciously trying to remind us of what happened. They all say that there are thoughts every day and dreams at night, but where will she think about this thing during the day? Is it a harbinger?

She learned well this time and sat up slowly. She was still in the room where she woke up for the first time. Strangely, she didn't move. It seems that the class leader is very confident in this Tibetan place.

There was no trace of food on the table. It was shining brightly. It seemed that someone had cleaned it. Qiao Xiaoxiao couldn't figure out why she was just dizzy. She put on her shoes and got out of bed quickly.

Go to the door, press it gently with your hand, and the door opens.

"No lock?" Qiao Xiaoxiao muttered in his heart and boldly went out to find out.

In front of her is a small yard, and on the right is a house like her now. On the left is a long corridor covered with lush Parthenocissus, and on the edge is a dense bamboo forest. Seeing this, Qiao Xiaoxiao inexplicably thought of the Xiaoxiang courtyard where Lin Daiyu lives in a dream of Red Mansions. This place was chosen with ulterior motives.

She went out along the corridor. It was another yard, but it was very large. It was filled with all kinds of weapons and some things like gymnastics training. Qiao Xiaoxiao couldn't say the name. It should be used to shape the body.

As soon as Qiao Xiaoxiao was about to come forward, he saw four or five teenagers coming out of the room. They ran to the yard, took their own guys and began to repeat various actions. These knives, guns and sticks were playing like a model. It seems that they are practicing martial arts, and the person who took the lead is the young man who sent her dinner yesterday.

It's said that one minute on the stage and ten years off the stage. Seeing here, Qiao Xiaoxiao understood the real meaning of this sentence. Not everyone has the opportunity to shine.

In other words, it seems that they are in the whole theater. The place they live should be their backyard. What do they want? Qiao Xiaoxiao couldn't figure it out. It's urgent to think about how to get out. Qiao Xiaoxiao wants to slip away before anyone finds himself.

"Here you are, Miss Qiao."

The speaker was the young man who delivered her dinner yesterday. He was just about to leave when he was seen.

"Ah." Qiao Xiaoxiao smiled awkwardly and turned around. The young man had come to her.

Qiao Xiaoxiao pointed to the children in the yard, "where are you practicing kung fu?"

"Well, it's hard for the class leader to accept these. Now fewer and fewer people like Peking Opera, let alone those who study Peking Opera." Talking about Beijing opera, the young man's eyes were full of worry. It seemed that he really liked singing opera. He helped the glasses on the bridge of his nose. His facial features were also good-looking.

"I think this place is a good choice for you to practice Kung Fu." Qiao Xiaoxiao twisted his body slightly and continued to look around to see where the exit was.

The young man bent his eyes and smiled. He seemed very satisfied with Qiao Xiaoxiao's praise of the yard. "Of course, it took the class leader a long time to find this piece."

"Who is the leader of your class?" Qiao Xiaoxiao was a little anxious. It was obvious that he had asked the wrong object.

The young man pulled down his face. He couldn't see the freshness and simplicity just now. He said in an aggravated tone: "of course, it's the leader of our drama team. Who else can it be?"

Qiao Xiaoxiao only slightly bent her mouth and didn't answer. The answer she wanted was not the answer spoken by the young population.

"I'm going to practice martial arts. Miss Qiao still goes back to her room. Don't walk around." The young man who spoke was already a little unhappy because Qiao Xiaoxiao inadvertently asked about the mysterious leader just now?

Qiao Xiaoxiao nodded, "OK." In fact, thinking about how she might miss this opportunity, she would not obediently return to the four airtight rooms.

After watching the young man leave, Qiao Xiaoxiao walked down the corridor to the bottom. It seemed that there was no other way out here.

Qiguabagu walked out and found that the last side of the theater was a clear river. The sound of running water made Qiao Xiaoxiao feel the vitality of life.

Looking further away, there is a continuous mountain range. It seems that the yard should be in a remote suburb or in a mountain. She walked slowly on the path paved with small stones, making a crisp sound. She gradually approached the river, squatted down, washed her hands with this cool water, and then patted her arms. It's really comfortable.

Suddenly, the sound of babbling came from the distance. It was too far away. Qiao Xiaoxiao couldn't hear what he was singing, but there was no doubt that it should be a day's practice.

She followed the melodious voice to find the master. She thought it should be not far from the front. Sure enough, there was a man standing with his back to Qiao Xiaoxiao under a willow tree. He simply made a few notes like the sound of nature. It was really God's reward for food. If it was put in the Ming Dynasty, it would not be half the sky.

The sound came out of his mouth, like a laser rushing through the heavy mountains, and then the melodious echo rippled in the valley for a long time.

Qiao Xiaoxiao couldn't bear to disturb. As soon as she took a step, the disobedient stone under her feet made a slight noise. As soon as she stiffened, she looked in the direction of the man and looked at him.

Sure enough, it's the leader. Qiao Xiaoxiao looks a little like him. For this leader, Qiao Xiaoxiao can avoid it if he can. She told her in her heart that the class leader was not as kind as he seemed.

The class leader came to her with his sleeves. When she used to watch TV dramas, she always thought that the class leaders in the play garden should be 40-50-year-old uncles, generally respected and exquisite, but the class leader in front of her was not like this. It was like a pretty young man in ancient times, which was too different.

"How is Miss Qiao?" The leader didn't expect Qiao Xiaoxiao to come here, but he didn't show the slightest panic. In this place, Qiao Xiaoxiao couldn't turn his palm.

As soon as he opened his mouth, the beautiful voice disgusted Qiao Xiaoxiao. "It's very good. The blessing of the leader of the team let me sleep until now." She guessed that this dizzy thing was mostly inspired by the class leader. She certainly didn't want to run around by herself.

"Ha ha, that's good. If you don't entertain well, just mention it." The class leader is not angry, smiling and hospitable.

Qiao Xiaoxiao also learned to be good. She can't fight hard. After all, she is in their hands. She is alone and easy to suffer losses. She responded politely: "everything is very good, but I don't know where this beautiful place is."

"But in a remote suburb, there are beautiful scenery and few people." With that, the troupe leader looked around and seemed very satisfied with the place he was looking for.

Qiao Xiaoxiao thought about remote areas. There were few people. He didn't know how to ask for help when he ran out.

"Hehe, the leader really chose a unique place." Qiao Xiaoxiao smiled bitterly. "I don't know if Mu Zehao has come back. You said he went out to work."

The muscles on the troupe leader's face trembled slightly, and the corners of his mouth bent down. He seemed to reject this problem. His expression was complex and thought about something, which made Qiao Xiaoxiao more confused.

"Miss Qiao is better to have a rest. I think mu Zehao should appear soon." The troupe leader held out his hand and asked, "after walking so far, Miss Qiao still went back to rest early. I have to continue to practice my voice."

This problem was fooled by the troupe leader again. Qiao Xiaoxiao felt more and more wrong. As soon as he wanted to speak, he heard a fragment of the famous legend of the white snake in Beijing opera.

She listened to the story and thought that she would be a white lady. In this way, all mortals can't catch themselves. They can go wherever they want, and they won't be trapped here.

She kicked the stone in front of her. Qiao Xiaoxiao watched it roll on the ground and then stopped. She kicked it again, and the stone rolled on the ground again and again. In this way, Qiao Xiaoxiao returned to the end of the corridor.

She walked back again. The children in the yard were still practicing their skills seriously. She quietly crossed the corridor and returned to the original room.

She went to the table, poured a glass of water and gulped down a few mouthfuls. Then she sat down comfortably.

After waking up yesterday, she only saw two sides of the troupe leader, but she felt that it was not just these two sides. It was reasonable that he saved himself and should be grateful in his heart. But Qiao Xiaoxiao inexplicably felt that the troupe leader had ulterior motives to save himself, but locked himself and hid Mu Zehao's whereabouts. All this was so strange.

The more you think about it, Qiao Xiaoxiao can't sit still. Seeing that the door is open, he suddenly wants to sneak out, but they can't avoid being seen by them in the daytime. Wait until the evening. Qiao Xiaoxiao wants to save his strength and act at night.

At noon, Qiao Xiaoxiao ate a lot. He wanted to supplement more nutrition for his escape. While he still had time, he felt through the theater up and down.

There was no guard in the square yard, and the sky slowly darkened. Qiao Xiaoxiao went to bed in the morning after dinner. When everyone fell asleep, she started again.

The bright moonlight fell on the ground to illuminate the distant road for Qiao Xiaoxiao. Even if she was afraid, she dared to go out. The mottled shadows of the trees were transmitted to the ground in different forms. She tried not to make a sound when she walked, so as not to disturb others.

She came to the small river she saw during the day and thought that she should be able to go out along the river. Anyway, if she had water to drink, she should not die of thirst, and she didn't believe mu Zehao would not come to find herself unless he

Qiao Xiaoxiao didn't dare to think about it. She didn't dare to think that mu Zehao would be in the hands of the troupe leader. She certainly wouldn't.

She didn't dare to stay for a moment and accelerated her steps. Before taking a few steps, she felt dizzy. She wouldn't be drugged by them again. She held the big tree beside her, thinking that she should not eat the food they provided. Her legs could not support her body, and she fell down with her legs soft and straight.

The next day, the sun broke in from the outside. Qiao Xiaoxiao was warm. She opened her eyes and felt dizzy. She got up to see the familiar environment. She went around and came back to this place.

She stood up by the head of the bed. Her only feeling now was to drink water. She felt better after a few mouthfuls. She didn't give up walking towards the door. She twisted the door handle a few times and couldn't open it. It seems that they are strengthening their awareness of prevention. Now she has completely lost her freedom.

Dizzy, he returned to the bed again. Joe sat quietly, his brain blank.