Traps Of Love

Mi Xiaoya fidgety soliloquy, eager to smash the computer in front of him.

However, she soon realized that this was definitely behind Leng Zetian's back.

When Mi Xiaoya was in the afternoon, although she only took a glance, she still saw some records of five years ago in the catalogue. In an instant, there was no other person except Leng Zetian who could make those records disappear.

It's his style!

She stood up abruptly and couldn't just give up.

Suddenly, an envelope fell from her pocket.

It's a letter from a strange little girl I met earlier.

The night was deep, and the long street downstairs was quiet.

Rain, pattering hit the glass, issued a dingdong sound.

Mi Xiaoya flipped the envelope in her palm and carefully opened it after observing it several times.

A beautiful black and gold invitation card slipped from the envelope.

At the top, it is written in ancient English in the style of "oral penmanship" with a black pen:

imissyou. I miss you

Mi Xiaoya's eyes flashed and exclaimed. It's hard to see such a typeface belonging to the British royal family. It's even harder to see someone who can write such elegant and noble style.

It can be seen that the people who wrote this sentence are by no means ordinary people.

Her brows wrinkled as she looked down.

The sign on the lower right is the abandoned glass factory outside yuhaiwan villa in Z city.

It's an industry belonging to Leng's group, but that's not the point. The key is that the abandoned glass factory is on the top of Yuhai Bay.

Mi Xiaoya looks at the bottom of the address on the invitation card.

Impressively written time, is tonight, early in the morning!

The clock on the wall is already ten past eleven at night, with fifty minutes to go.

Beautiful handwriting, simple words and exquisite black invitation card make Mi Xiaoya feel a kind of unprecedented fear in her heart. She is deeply shocked by this strange fear.

For example, in the depths of her mind, the extremely terrifying beasts of flood have begun to stretch out their sharp fangs in an attempt to break free from her bondage.

Fingers suddenly force, the palm of the invitation card pinch a bit distorted.

She looked out of the window at the endless darkness and fell into deep thought.

Who is this mysterious man?

Does he know the memory of her disappearance.

Or is he involved in her lost memory?!

Go or not

The rain is growing and the sky is overcast.

The dark clouds rolled in, and the city seemed to fall into the black mire.

Mi Xiaoya braved the pouring rain, and finally called a taxi, driving in the direction of the Royal Bay.

In the damp and narrow car, the car radio station hissed, and the announcer in it was repeating a sentence repeatedly in a very serious voice.

"Members of the public, yellow typhoon warning, please do not go out easily, close doors and windows to prevent accidents."

The driver is a big man in his forties. After listening to this broadcast, he scolded for his bad luck.

Complaining about making less money for one night, I have to go to MI Xiaoya's loss making business.

Mi Xiaoya knows that this is the driver's suggestion to increase the money.

But she came out in such a hurry that she didn't bring anything valuable.

As for paying for a taxi, she grabbed a limited edition lighter of Zoppo on Leng Zetian's desk in a hurry.

Under the dim light and shadow, the metal black lighter is full of light, and the side is carved with a Silver Eagle.

The eagles spread out their huge wings, flapping to fly. The carving is so delicate that every feather can be seen clearly.

Mi Xiaoya is holding the metal lighter tightly, and her guilty palms are sweating. I hope this lighter can persuade the driver to mortgage the car money.

As for Leng Zetian's explanation.

Mi Xiaoya is no longer willing to take charge.

He is stingy and smart enough to have no bottom line.

Mingming signed the contract, but so far, MI Xiaoya didn't take any money from him. Instead, she planted thousands of yuan in her bag.

Because Leng Zetian plundered all her belongings, including money, with the word "no taste" early in the morning.

In Z City, a first tier city with cruel reality, no money means no freedom of life.

Mi Xiaoya has to admit that Leng Zetian is extremely ruthless.

Bang!

There was a sudden shock in the taxi, and the wheels seemed to roll into a puddle, and the car stalled.

The driver's face is even more black and frightening when he comes back."Hello, Hello! I can't take this car! It's only ten minutes from where you want to go. Go down and walk by yourself

"Get out of the car! If you have time to spend here, I don't want to die with you! "

Boom -

a heavy thunder exploded in the dark sky. Outside the car, there were thunderstorms, extremely bad weather, and a black barren mountain.

Glass factory, on the top of the mountain, you can see the founder's warehouse building.

It's weird, it's dark, it's dangerous, it's a disturbing mystery.

Mi Xiaoya squeezed the lighter in her hand and went up the mountain alone to scare her away, but her lack of money was the most difficult thing for her to say.

"You're deaf?! Get out of the car The taxi driver obviously has no patience to continue to consume, he opened the door, rudely pulled Mi Xiaoya's arm and pulled her out.

"Money! Give me the money and go The driver yelled at me for not being angry.

Mi Xiaoya stumbled and nearly fell on the muddy ground. She blushed with embarrassment. "Master, I'm sorry. I forgot my wallet when I went out. Can I take this to offset the fare?"

She handed over Leng Zetian's limited edition lighter and let the cold rain beat on her. In front of her, she could hardly see the driver's face clearly.

However, she could feel the other side's eyes cut on her face like a knife.

"Bad luck!" The driver was furious, but the weather was so bad that he didn't want to stay any longer. He grabbed the lighter in MI Xiaoya's hand, threw it into his pocket and yelled, "get out of here -"

bang!

When the driver got on the bus again, the engine turned suddenly, and the wheels rolled up a circle of mud, splashing Mi Xiaoya's skirt.

"Wait a minute -" Mi Xiaoya couldn't dodge. When she looked at it again, she found that she was covered with black mud, dirty and messy.

But her umbrella is still in the car!

The taxi that caused the accident didn't give her a chance to talk, and then it disappeared the next moment.

Rain pouring down, MI Xiaoya standing in the chaos between the world, there is no trace of temperature.

Boom! It's thunder, lightning and darkness. It seems that the whole world is laughing at her embarrassment.

Standing alone in the rain is like a prisoner trapped in the cage of never seeing the sun.

There is no one to talk to and ask for help!

These days, all the emotions burst at this moment

The abandonment of lovers, the betrayal of relatives, and Mi Xiaoya herself, who has completely become lengzetian's plaything