The Gossip Bride Return !

Yan Mo Chen got up and walked over, picked up the white microphone, skillfully pressed a few numbers, and then put the microphone in his ear and waited patiently.

It is a busy tone, and then it is hung up, and then it is turned off.

Yan Mo Chen put down the phone and sat back to the original position. Step by step, he seemed calm, but his anger was like a volcano, which would erupt at any time.

What's wrong with Lu Qingyan's brain circuit? How dare she refuse to answer his phone call at this time!

If there's something wrong with that damned woman today and what kind of harm has been done to xiaonuan, he will certainly not let her go!

Yan Mo Chen took a deep breath, slowly vomited out, lit a cigarette, sat next to the operating room, looking calm, but the palms were cold sweat.

Nothing can make him so nervous, even lose his demeanor. But when it comes to xiaonuan, Yan Mochen feels that the softest place in his heart suddenly collapses, and his sense of powerlessness makes people crazy.

"General manager Yan..."

Shen Bei appeared in front of his eyes, Yan Mo Chen raised his eyes and glanced at him. In his calm eyes, there was a surge of wind and clouds brewing at any time. "What about people?"

"I went back to the villa and saw that Miss Lu was not at home, and the nanny said she didn't know where Miss Lu had gone."

Yan Mo Chen frowned, "what?"

"The worst thing is, I checked the surveillance video and went to the traffic bureau to see it, Miss Lu..." Shen Bei said this meal, carefully raised his head and looked at Yan Mo Chen, "Miss Lu should have been tied away by the South Jue."

……

"Ah --"

the shrieking cry of pain resounded through the dark room, and the man who was the whip had sweated on his forehead, but the man who was called the Baron still sat on the side indifferent, just looking down at his mobile phone.

"Sir, do you still play? Is this woman afraid that she is going to die? "

The man looked back at Nan Jue, gasping for breath, but nanjue just raised his head and glanced at him, then continued to lower his head and said, "the protagonist has not come, how can the play end?"

"Get it!" The man waved his whip again. The clear sound mixed with the low voice of pain was challenging the eardrum. At the moment, Lu Qingyan could not feel any other feeling except the pain on his body

I can't count the number of the whip. I just feel that every time it overlaps with the previous wound, it's twice as painful. My wrist is also worn to see blood by the rope. I know it's painful to move, but I still can't help struggling between the ups and downs of the whip

Before that, she just cut her finger and felt that she had wasted her blood. This time, she didn't know how to blame her for the waste

Lu Qingyan smiles bitterly to himself. Will Yan Mochen really come to save her?

Even if I come, it's not for her

Lu Qingyan feels that her consciousness has been blurred. Maybe she will faint in the next second

However, at this time, Lu Qingyan suddenly felt a pain in her chin, as if she had been stabbed in the flesh by her long nails. She had to open her eyes and look up along the force. She saw the haggard man standing in front of him, wrapped in a black windbreaker, like the God of death with a sickle in his hand.

"One hundred thirty-three." Lu Qingyan was stunned for a moment and realized that what the man said was the number of whips. The strength of the man's hands and a few points, bent down, close to Lu Qingyan's face, "it seems that Yan Mo Chen is really nervous about you."