President love his wife ardently

Jiang Yuan sneered.

"You and Gu jiuci have a feud. Don't try to use me as a gun. I'm Miss Jiang. There are some ways to kill Gu jiuci, but I will never be a knife to kill someone else!"

After all, her IQ is online.

"Is it? You are so sure that the Jiang family will be a great family tomorrow? Is your husband still the president of Yang's real estate and entertainment? "

In the phone, the female voice of the machine became more and more insidious, which made Jiang Yuan get goose bumps.

"Jiang Yuan, you have no choice. Now there is something you need in the mailbox at your door. If I don't see you take her tomorrow, there will be no Jiang's and Yang's family in the upper class circle of the capital.

Do you want to try? "

"Oh... You don't want to scare me! Do you really think I haven't experienced the storm? "

Jiang Yuan's scornful smile, however, in the moment when her laughter hasn't fallen, her mobile phone keeps popping up dozens of picture text messages, and the content of each picture makes Jiang Yuan scared!

It's all the tricks of the yuan family! Some even have no information!

"Who are you!"

Jiang Yuan's voice began to tremble, which made her never fear.

"You are not qualified to know who I am, Jiang Yuan. Tomorrow, I will see your performance."

"No... Don't wait until tomorrow!"

Jiang Yuan rushed out of the room in a panic and stumbled out of the gate. As expected, she found an excessively delicate box in the mailbox, but the box had no handwriting or clue.

She opened the box, which contained a delicate glass bottle, in which there was something that seemed harmless powder.

There was another chilling sound on the phone.

"On the day of the National Opera ceremony, Jiang Yuan, I look forward to your performance."

"I......

before Jiang Yuan can speak, the phone has been hung up.

She immediately called back. The terrible thing was that the phone that was just unblocked turned into a string of empty numbers in a few seconds.

In the old house of Lin family,

Gothic decoration style room, there is no light on, and there is a burning fire pot in front of the window.

Lin Shujing takes a lighter to light the photo of Gu jiuci, and looks at a beautiful face turning into black ashes. The smile on her face gradually blooms.

"Ah Ci, you have to take the medicine I prepared for you so hard, you know?"

"You should be as good as when you were a child..."

the night outside the window is full of unknown fear, which is not as mysterious as Lin Shujing's mind.

"Achoo! ahchoo! Achoo! "

Gu Zhai, Gu jiuci took a bath and sneezed three times.

In the living room, Gu's three men heard the voice and looked at Gu jiuci.

"A CI, you have a cold?"

"No, it may be that the water vapor is too heavy. I'm bored."

Gu jiuci said casually, but her left eyelid jumped violently.

"You should not always be busy with your work, but also pay attention to your health."

Lao Gu frowned a little and said earnestly.

"As for the marriage between you and Huo Mingche, you have to pay attention to yourself. When someone picks the fruit, it's too late to regret..."

Gu jiuci asks.

"Dad, what do you mean by that?"