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Jiang Miao was stunned: "What's wrong with you?"

Luo Yuchuan looked at him worriedly.

Wu Xia gasped for a while, then whispered: "I... I'm in 'Nightlight', come quickly..."

The slapping sound of "bang bang" interrupted Wu Xia's words. It seemed that someone was still cursing, and there were several slaps on the door panel. Wu Xia didn't speak for a while, only his rapid and unstable breathing could be heard.

Jiang Miao asked anxiously, "Wu Xia, where are you?"

As the slapping sound subsided, Wu Xia still lowered his voice and said, "I'm in the bathroom...Jiang Miao, I was drugged."

"What? You..."

The beating sound from the phone suddenly increased, and even the echo in the empty space could be heard.

Jiang Miao heard someone yelling, "You fucking open the door! Do you think this broken door can stop your grandpa? Damn!", and then heard a few loud noises, and the people outside seemed to have started kicking the door.

"Wu Xia! Wu Xia!" Jiang Miao shouted nervously.

Wu Xia didn't answer him, as if he was dragging something, Jiang Miao could only hear various noises that sounded palpitating, and he was confused and scared.

Feeling two light pats on the back, Jiang Miao raised her head and met Luo Yuchuan's worried eyes.

There was a lot of movement on the phone, and Luo Yuchuan naturally heard it, and he said softly, "Don't panic, ask about the situation."

Luo Yuchuan's voice was deep and magnetic, with a soothing power in his calmness.

Jiang Miao collected herself and said to the phone, "Wu Xia, are you listening?"

There was a "click" sound from the mobile phone, and the noise of kicking the door seemed to be much quieter. Wu Xia obviously locked himself in the cubicle.

Wu Xia's voice trembled more and more: "I'm fine now, they...they can't come in, Jiang Miao, you...you come quickly."

Jiang Miao nodded: "I'll come right away, right away, don't be afraid, you..."

"Jiang Miao," Wu Xia interrupted him, panting a few more times, "Don't call the police."

Jiang Miao froze, but Wu Xia repeated "don't call the police" and hung up the phone.

"Where is he?" Luo Yuchuan frowned.

Jiang Miao recalled, with a blank expression on his face: "'Night'... I seem to..."

Luo Yuchuan had already taken out his mobile phone and started flipping through his address book: "It's Song Zhe's bar, where you picked him up last time."

Jiang Miao froze for a moment, feeling both scared and thankful.

The last time he went to pick up Wu Xia, he only cared about the address and didn't pay attention to the name of the bar. He thought that if Luo Yuchuan wasn't here, he wouldn't know where to find Wu Xia.

Luo Yuchuan put away his phone and opened the door: "Song Zhe didn't answer the phone, let's go first."

Jiang Miao hurriedly followed Luo Yuchuan to take the elevator downstairs. Before getting in the car, Luo Yuchuan called Song Zhe several times, but no one answered.

"Don't panic, maybe you didn't hear it, or maybe you don't have your phone with you, let's go straight there." Luo Yuchuan said while starting the car.

Jiang Miao nodded, it was impossible not to panic, but with Luo Yuchuan around, it seemed that she was not so afraid.

On the way, Luo Yuchuan kept calling Song Zhe, and finally got through after more than ten minutes.

"Hey, Lao Luo, I'm sorry, the phone is on silent, I didn't pay attention, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." Song Zhe apologized repeatedly.

Luo Yuchuan interrupted him: "Are you in 'Nightlight'?"

"Huh? Not here, what's the matter?"

"Ask your people to help find someone in the bathroom of your store."

Song Zhe laughed: "Who is it? Lao Luo, don't be your little lover, let me catch the rape for you."

"You know the person Qiao Ruige likes." Luo Yuchuan calmly stepped on the gas pedal and crossed the line before the red light.

Jiang Miao suddenly turned to look at him.

Song Zhe seemed to be stunned: "What do you mean, Lao Luo, do you want me to help you find the person Qiao Er Shao likes?"

Luo Yuchuan said calmly: "He was drugged and blocked in the bathroom. You can see for yourself what to do. I'm on the way and I'll be there soon."

After speaking, he hung up the phone and glanced at Jiang Miao in the rearview mirror.

Jiang Miao's face was a little pale, full of surprise and doubt.

Luo Yuchuan pursed his lips, but did not make a sound.

"You said just now," Jiang Miao's voice was very soft, as if he was afraid of breaking something, "that Second Young Master Qiao has taken a fancy to Wu Xia?"

Luo Yuchuan looked at him and said, "I'll tell you about this later."

Although Luo Yuchuan's expression was still calm, and considering the importance of the situation, now was not the time to talk about it, but Jiang Miao's heart was already full of doubts.

It's easy for him to make a simple series of things.

What happened to Wu Xia in Song Zhe's bar, and Song Zhe is Qiao Ruige's friend, and Qiao Ruige is the one who fell in love with Wu Xia and the one who hit him up, so Wu Xia was drugged, who did it?Is it Joe Rig?Did Song Zhe lie when he said he wasn't at the bar?

And Luo Yuchuan, is he really ignorant of what happened tonight?

Jiang Miao looked at the road ahead, his hands on his knees were trembling slightly, he slowly slid his hands to the sides of his legs, and clenched his fists.

He turned his eyes to the street lights that were rapidly receding outside the car window, trying not to fall into this kind of doubt, he said to himself, calm down, don't overreact again, it's useless to get angry.

However, his eye sockets couldn't stop getting hot, he gritted his teeth, and suppressed the sore nose.

In the "Night" bar, the blurred lights and psychedelic music are no different from usual, and the guests who come here to have fun and get drunk are no different from the past.

Song Zhe stared at the man who changed the lock on the bathroom door. The footprints on the door were really an eyesore. He raised his hand, beckoned someone to come and clean the door, and turned back to the office.

He closed the door, walked to the table, picked up the wine bottle and poured some wine into the half-remained wine glass on the table, then picked up the glass, took a sip slowly, and then took out his mobile phone to dial a Telephone.

"Hey, Lao Luo called just now and asked me for your little beauty." Song Zhe took another sip of his wine.

"What did you say?" Qiao Ruige sounded very casual.

Song Zhe smiled: "I said I don't know."

Qiao Ruige laughed: "Well, I see."

After hanging up the phone, Song Zhe sat in the boss chair, turned around leisurely, and sighed with emotion: "This is a bit interesting."

Qiao Ruige watched the phone screen go black, pondered for a while, then turned to look at the person lying on the bed, and clicked his tongue.

He turned around and walked to the bed, threw the phone on the bedside, leaned down, stretched out his hand to hook the man's face, and said, "Who else did you hook, huh?"

The person on the bed was Wu Xia.

At this moment, he was lying on the bed with a blushing face, turning his head away from Qiao Ruige, as if he was trying his best to control his breathing not to be too rapid.

Qiao Ruige put one hand on his side, looking at him playfully.

Wu Xia turned her head to meet his gaze, then quickly turned away, and turned her side to face him, but she didn't know that turning over was also a torment for him at this time, so she couldn't hold back and let out a ブブ.

Qiao Ruige's eyes darkened.

The clothes on Wu Xia's body are intact, but the exposed parts, the skin of the face, neck, hands and feet are abnormally pink, and the sweat-drenched hair is messed up because of rubbing on the pillow. With a sense of vulnerability that has been violated.

It's a crime to be seductive without knowing it.

Qiao Ruige's fingers hooked Wu Xia's face again, and the delicate touch of the sweaty skin made him feel a little hot.

He said softly: "You say you, I have only been away for a few days, and you have made yourself like this, huh?"

Encountering a flight delay, Qiao Ruige, who was supposed to be home in the evening, didn't land until almost ten o'clock.

He was exhausted all over, and he just wanted to go home and take a bath, and then he would sleep on his big bed for a whole day to make up for the half-month of sleeping on a hard bed during the business trip.

On the way home, I received a call from Song Zhe.

"Second Young Master, your little beauty seems to be in trouble."

"Who?" Qiao Ruige was a little impatient, there are too many beauties around him, who knows who Song Zhe is talking about in a mysterious way.

"Tsk, the one who poured your wine." Song Zhe didn't go around the corner, and he caught the key point accurately.

As soon as Qiao Ruige heard this, he stopped his laziness, sat up straight and asked, "What's going on?"

Song Zhe seemed to be trying to tease him, so he said calmly, "Who do you remember?"

"If you really want something, try it." Qiao Ruige resumed his lazy tone.

Hearing his reaction, Song Zhe stopped teasing and said solemnly: "He came with a group of hooligans, it looks like he was under a little coercion, my people saw that there were people in the gang of hooligans Put something in his wine, do you think I should take care of it?"

Qiao Ruige tore off a button, frowned and said, "Don't worry, anyone who dares to touch me."

Urging the driver to speed up all the way, when Qiao Ruige arrived at "Night", Wu Xia had already locked himself in the bathroom, and the gang of hooligans were kicking the door.

It didn't take Qiao Ruige to deal with a few hooligans, and Song Zhe's people could easily handle it, but Qiao Ershao was so tired that he wanted to lose his temper, and he didn't even have the patience to wait for Song Zhe to get the key to open the bathroom door, so he just opened the bathroom door. The lock was broken.

Except for the one where cleaning supplies are piled up in the locked compartment in the bathroom, the only one left is the one where Wu Xia stayed. Qiao Ruige went directly to knock on the door: "It's me, open the door."

There is no sound inside.

Song Zhe's people wanted to come in to help, but Song Zhe stopped him.

Qiao Ruige knocked on the door again, and said softly, "Wu Xia, be obedient."

After a while, the door lock of the cubicle slammed lightly, and Qiao Ruige pushed the door, and the door opened inward.

Wu Xia stood against the wall, looking a little weak, his body trembling slightly, but his mind was clear, and he looked at Qiao Ruige with vigilance and embarrassment.

Qiao Ruige understood at a glance, he stretched out his hand to Wu Xia: "Come."

Wu Xia didn't move.

Qiao Ruige clicked his tongue: "If you look like this, if you don't come with me, I'm afraid you won't be able to get out of this door today."

Wu Xia opened his eyes, stared blankly for a while, lowered his eyelids, and walked out slowly. Before taking two steps, his knees gave way and fell to Qiao Ruige.

Qiao Ruige hurriedly supported him, put his arms around his shoulders, and grabbed his knees with the other hand to hug him horizontally.

Wu Xia wanted to struggle, but gritted her teeth and said, "No."

Qiao Ruige clicked his tongue again: "Stubborn fart."

After speaking, he hugged Wu Xia and walked out. While walking, he still forgot to make people feel relieved: "You don't have to worry about those people, I'm here."

Wu Xia was held by him and couldn't move, so she had to bury her face on his shoulder.

Qiao Ruige came out with the man in his arms and walked straight out of the bar. Song Zhe followed him and tugged at his sleeve and said, "I'm still buttoning up the man, what should I say?"

Qiao Ruige looked in the direction of Song Zhela, and saw a few hooligans who were cornered and kneeling on the ground.

He frowned: "Is that all?"

Song Zhe scratched his forehead: "So, I ask you, how to deal with it?"

Qiao Ruige snorted: "Isn't it medicine? You can figure it out."

Song Zhe was stunned for a moment, then nodded: "Look at this again, I found it at their table."

Song Zhe waved, and a bartender came forward with something in his arms.

Qiao Ruige was stunned for a moment, and said, "Let me go in the car."

"You said, what do you mean by keeping the flowers I sent you, huh?" Qiao Ruige said in a low voice, gently stroking his fingers along Wu Xia's jaw line, and then along his slender neck The raised Adam's apple fell straight to the beautiful collarbone.

Wu Xia's breathing seemed to be tainted with heat, rapid, and trembling with emotion, he twisted his body impatiently, not knowing whether he wanted to hide or cater to it.

Qiao Ruige still said calmly: "But look, the flowers are all broken."

On the dressing table was the box of roses that he gave to Wu Xia. The box had been crushed by one corner. From this angle, one could see the roses inside squeezed into a ball, the petals were scattered and broken, and the box looked unbearable. Vulnerable.

But on the other side seen from the vanity mirror, the box still looks intact.

He looked very much like Wu Xia at the moment.

The emotional tide caused by the drug was burning inside like a fire, but the hand holding the neckline still wanted to keep the last innocence.

Qiao Ruige chuckled, and kissed Wu Xia's forehead like coaxing a child: "Okay, I don't blame you, I will give you a bigger and more beautiful one next time, okay? Let go of your hands, huh?"

Wu Xia closed her eyes tightly, her whole body was shaking, but she refused to let go of her neckline.

"Ah, how naughty."

Qiao Ruige sighed, then lowered his head and kissed the back of Wu Xia's hand. Seeing that Wu Xia was still holding on to the collar, he stuck out his tongue and licked it with a smirk.

"Hmm..." Wu Xia let out a low moan between his teeth, pulled his hand away as if he had been scalded, and pushed it under his body as if he was afraid that Qiao Ruige would not let him go.

Seeing his playful reaction like a child, Qiao Ruige's smile deepened: "Are you so good?"

Originally, he was just supporting Wu Xia with one hand, but now he sat down, with half of his body on Wu Xia's body, while holding Wu Xia's other wrist, which was still trying to block him, he unbuttoned Wu Xia's shirt.

While explaining, he muttered: "You can't blame me, I didn't want to touch you today, who told you to be careless, and you fell into someone else's trick."

He tilted his head and thought for a while, then pouted his lips in disgust: "It's still that kind of low-class scum, hey, he's quite ruthless when dealing with me, you can easily fall into the trap of this kind of person. That's when you met me, I don’t care about you, not only do I not care about it, but I also act bravely and take the initiative to sacrifice myself to put out the fire.”

Luo Yuchuan took Jiang Miao directly to Song Zhe's office.

"Hey, Lao Luo, you came so fast." Song Zhe stood up from behind the table, smiled and nodded at Jiang Miao, "You two are..."

"Where's the person?" Luo Yuchuan was straightforward.

Song Zhe spread his hands: "I just came here too, I haven't seen you."

Jiang Miao turned around and walked out.

Song Zhe hurriedly shouted: "Hey——"

Jiang Miao left the office without looking back, and Luo Yuchuan turned and followed.

Song Zhe shouted again: "Old Luo..."

Luo Yuchuan closed the door smoothly.

Song Zhe smacked his lips, pondered for a while, and then sat down slowly.

There was nothing unusual in the bar, so Jiang Miao glanced into the store, looked around, and wanted to find someone to ask where the bathroom was.

"Come with me." Luo Yuchuan grabbed his wrist.

Jiang Miao followed Luo Yuchuan through a few turns and walked in along a corridor. There were a few groups of guests gathered on both sides of the corridor. Luo Yuchuan pulled him past these people, and someone whistled at them.

The room Song Zhe opened isn't gay, but it's not like no one is in a hurry to find a place to do business.

The two of them didn't bother to pay attention to this, they went straight to the bathroom, Jiang Miao got rid of Luo Yuchuan and rushed in first.

There were several guests in the bathroom, and Jiang Miao hurriedly looked at the cubicles one by one, knocking on the door to call someone if it was locked.

The few people who were washing their hands or in front of the urinal all turned their heads to look at Jiang Miao and then at Luo Yuchuan.

Luo Yuchuan went over to hold Jiang Miao: "He's not here anymore."

Sweat broke out on Jiang Miao's forehead: "Then where will he go? Will something happen?"

Luo Yuchuan pulled him gently: "Let's go out first."

Jiang Miao was dragged out by Luo Yuchuan until he walked outside the bar. Jiang Miao didn't know what Luo Yuchuan's plan was, and he was extremely anxious that he couldn't find Wu Xia.

"I want to call the police." Jiang Miao said while taking out her cell phone.

Luo Yuchuan pressed his hand: "Wait."

Luo Yuchuan turned around and went into the bar again, but he didn't go in any further, he just stood at the door, took out his cigarette case and smoked a cigarette.

In the bar, Song Zhe also arranged for brothers to watch the scene. They usually sit scattered around like guests. Someone noticed that Luo Yuchuan hurried into the inner office with someone. The boss still has the relationship with Master Qiao, so he was a little uncertain about the current situation, so he came over carefully to say hello.

"Mr. Luo, what's the matter?"

Luo Yuchuan looked at this thin, ordinary-looking senior middle-aged man, and without making a sound, he smoked a cigarette and handed it over.

"Thank you." The middle-aged man was not polite, smoked a cigarette, and took out the lighter to help Luo Yuchuan light a cigarette.

"Is Mr. Luo looking for the boss?" He asked again.

Luo Yuchuan took a puff of cigarette and said casually, "No, I won't look for him. Second Young Master Qiao said he would come back today, so I thought he was here."

"Young Master Qiao, here we come, and then we go."

"Oh."

Luo Yuchuan smoked for a while, nodded to the middle-aged man, turned and left the bar.

Wu Xia's clothes were all unbuttoned, and the skirts of the clothes were opened wide to the sides, revealing a thin but not thin body that was glowing pink.

Qiao Ruige's eyes were darker, and there seemed to be two dark fires hidden in his eyes, but his fingers were still patient, walking slowly on Wu Xia's body.

The touch of a fingertip, as light as a feather, caused Wu Xia to tremble.

He twisted his body impatiently, trying to avoid this sweet and dangerous temptation, but it was a pity that he was suppressed, and the strength of resistance was not enough to break free, which only brought fresher stimulation.

"Ah..." Wu Xia groaned uncontrollably.

Qiao Ruige's fingers were brushing the sensitive little red spot on his chest, and it was no surprise that he felt Wu Xia's struggle more intensely.

"No...don't..." Wu Xia buried her face in the pillow and said vaguely.

"Is this unbearable?"

Qiao Ruige let out a low laugh, bent down, and swallowed the pitiful little red bean that was swollen and swollen.

"Ah!" Wu Xia twisted violently, raising her hand to push Qiao Ruige's head.

How could Qiao Ruige let him push so easily, and he didn't let him go until Wu Xia had already made a pleading urge, pushed forward, pressed down again and kissed Wu Xia's lips.

This is not the first time he kissed Wu Xia. The mischievous and plundering kiss that stopped someone in the bathroom last time has faded from his memory. The kiss at this moment is brand new and thorough for him.

The tongue swept Wu Xia's mouth without mercy, as if a general was sweeping the conquered battlefield, sucking domineeringly, entwining affectionately, not wanting to leave any space for the other party, as if wanting the other party to suffocate due to lack of oxygen .

Heavy and disordered breathing is a fuel for fuel, driving Qiao Ruige's lust, and Wu Xia's helpless moan and resistance also made him feel a little tenderness.

He raised his hand to hold Wu Xia's face, and the touch from his hand made him stunned.

Qiao Ruige slowly let go of Wu Xia, raised his body, panted, frowned and asked coldly, "Why are you crying?"