Don't mess with her! This powerful young lady is loved by the bigwigs of Beijing's elite c

Jia Buxiu stood up. "Alright, let's go."

Knowing that dozens of eyes were watching Song Beiyou closely in the bar, they stayed right by her side.

He acted as an excellent protector of the flower.

Coincidentally, because it was getting late, Qin Shuhao and the other two also got up from their private seats and prepared to leave.

The two met face-to-face as they reached the bar's exit.

Fu Ming, who was standing next to Qin Shuhao, was a tough guy. He raised his hand and greeted Song Beiyou, "Hi, beautiful!"

Song Beiyou looked up, glanced at him, and smiled slightly.

That was all. He turned sideways, bypassed Jia Buxiu, and walked out the door first.

They moved quickly, and soon the two sides had widened the distance between them.

Fu Ming watched Song Beiyou's departing figure and exclaimed, "Ahhh, she looked at me! She looked at me! Did you all see that?"

Wow, what an ice queen!

Loved it!

I guess that'll be it, just a one-time meeting.

Qin Shuhao continued to restrain his inner desires, "Let's go, we have to get up early tomorrow."

......

Both Jia Buxiu and Song Beiyou had been drinking, so they called a designated driver when they returned to Jinxiu Villa.

The weather was quite nice when we left, but as soon as we started the car, it started raining.

It's not too big, not too small, just enough to wet the road surface.

One autumn rain brings a chill, it seems winter is not far away.

After it started raining, the car drove directly down to the underground parking lot and came to a steady stop at the elevator entrance of Building 1.

Song Beiyou pushed open the car door and got out of the car.

Jia Buxiu had drunk quite a bit, his face flushed, and he leaned his head on the windowsill as he spoke to Song Beiyou, "Shall I pick you up for class tomorrow?"

Song Beiyou: "No need."

"Just go by yourself."

He's too flamboyant and high-profile; just thinking about it makes me feel disgusted.

Jia Buxiu knew Song Beiyou too well, so he didn't insist and simply said, "Then I'll arrange a car for you another day?"

Song Beiyou didn't object, and nodded, "Okay."

After saying that, he glanced at the flashy green sports car in front of him and said, "We need to keep a low profile."

Jia Buxiu gave her an OK sign, "Please trust my judgment."

A few seconds later, Jia Buxiu left, and Song Beiyou also turned and headed towards the elevator.

However, she had only taken two steps when a faint smell of blood wafting from a distance caught her attention.

In an instant, his relaxed expression changed drastically, replaced by a more wary look.

Song Beiyou wasn't the type to meddle in other people's business. In the past, when he encountered situations like this, he would simply stay out of it and walk away.

However, when he caught a glimpse of the car out of the corner of his eye, he stopped.

It's a black Cullinan.

And that license plate number.

Duan Yao's car!

The bus she got on during last night's heavy rain.

So that smell of blood? Duan Yao's?

Thinking of this, and remembering how he kindly took her back to Jinxiu Villa last night, Song Beiyou headed towards Cullinan.

The further you go, the stronger the smell of blood becomes.

He walked quickly, reaching the car in just a few steps.

The car windows were tinted with privacy film, but Song Beiyou could still see Duan Yao in the driver's seat, who was frowning and had his eyes half-closed.

At a glance, she knew the situation was more serious than she had imagined.

He raised his hand and knocked on the car window, "Knock knock knock..."

"Duan Yao," she called.

Duan Yao turned his head with great difficulty inside the car, glanced at her, and then closed his eyelids tightly again.

Song Beiyou made a quick decision and took out a thin black hair clip that she had put in her pocket before leaving the house.

The next second, she easily pried open the Cullinan's car lock and opened the door.

Upon opening the window, one could see that Duan Yao was holding a Swiss Army knife.

The knife tip pointed downwards and stabbed into the thigh.

His hands and the hilt of the knife were covered in blood.

Song Beiyou wasn't afraid; her pupils simply dilated, and she turned her gaze to Duan Yao's handsome face, which was covered in sweat. "You? Can you speak?"

Duan Yao's mouth was slightly open, as if he wanted to say something, but he couldn't muster any energy.

Seeing this, Song Beiyou didn't hesitate. After saying "I'm sorry," he pulled Duan Yao's hand, which wasn't holding the Swiss Army knife, towards him.

Next, put your index, middle, and ring fingers together on his pulse to take it.

Duan Yao's skin felt burning hot, and his breathing was rapid.

Song Beiyou took his pulse for only three seconds, and based on his symptoms, he blurted out with certainty, "Zhonghehuan Powder."

Therefore, the knife on his thigh was clearly Duan Yao's way of controlling his lust after being drugged.

At this moment, Duan Yao, who had been holding back, finally spoke, his voice extremely hoarse, "Let's go, I'm afraid I won't be able to hold on any longer."

This wasn't the first time he'd been drugged. Too many people coveted him; there were always those who didn't know their place and wanted to use a woman to control him.

In the past, I was able to overcome my strong willpower.

Even if a woman's scent gets close, he can resist it.

But this time, for some reason, that powerful will almost broke through the limit several times.

Especially when a faint fragrance wafts from her body into your nostrils from time to time.

"Go away," Duan Yao said again.

Unexpectedly, Song Beiyou not only ignored him, but also suddenly reclined his driver's seat, making him lie flat.

Then, in front of him, he raised his index and middle fingers, joined them together, and struck a dozen or so acupoints on his chest and lower abdomen.

The speed was so fast that Duan Yao had not expected it.

I felt a dense, throbbing pain all over my body.

During this time, I could clearly feel the lust that I had been aroused by the drug gradually decreasing.

After lasting less than a minute, Song Beiyou suddenly withdrew his hand, saying, "That's enough."

Duan Yao rarely looked at someone with an incredulous gaze, but at this moment, he did so.

His calm and serious face was filled with doubt in his dark, abyss-like eyes as he earnestly examined the young woman.

He said that no idle people come from Qingshuihe.

The young woman before him, the "baby" Jia Xiuping spoke of, not only possessed exquisite carving skills but also unfathomable acupressure detoxification techniques.

After investigating for a while, Song Beiyou uttered two words and then left, saying, "I'm gone."

All that was left for Duan Yao was a lonely, handsome figure standing alone.

Duan Yao kept staring at her until she entered the elevator, then chuckled and muttered, "Why didn't you take care of my leg injury while you were at it?"

The wound on my leg is still bleeding.

What he didn't know was that the position of his dagger was extremely awkward; to deal with it, he would have to take off his pants.

It's a different story when you're at home with the door closed.

But this is a parking lot, and if someone accidentally walks by, it would be incredibly awkward for a lone man and woman.

Moreover, when Song Beiyou used acupressure to remove the poison from the Hehuan Powder in his body, she caught a glimpse of his phone lying to the side.

There was a message from his assistant: "Third Master, we've picked up Dr. Xie. He'll be there in ten minutes. Hang in there."

......

A few minutes later.

Assistant Yan Lizhen arrived with the doctor.

The doctor was Xie Jingbai, an extremely boisterous person, but one of Duan Yao's few good friends.

Wearing a white coat and carrying a medical kit, he got out of the speeding car and ran while shouting, "Duan Duan, Duan Yao, Third Master."

Oh dear, Third Master, I'm late.

"How's it going? How's it going?"

A look of disgust crossed Duan Yao's face. He pulled the knife from his leg, got up, and left the car.

Xie Jingbai looked at him and exclaimed, "Wasn't it traditional Chinese medicine? Why are you so energetic this time?"

Duan Yao remained calm, his eyes flashing over Song Beiyou's beautiful figure. "It's done."