Chapter 1772 Rose Manor (61)

He smiled, hummed, and listened.

"..." She pursed her lips, "Is there really no danger? Do you need... me to do something?"

She smelled blood, which made her uneasy.

Mr. Qiao laughed, hugged her and shook her slightly.

Like coaxing a baby.

"Silly girl, it's really okay."

"Don't you still believe me?"

"..." I believe it, but I'm still a little uneasy.

Mr. Qiao touched her face gently, looked at her and said, "Trust me, okay?"

"..." She grabbed his sleeve, "Are you really okay?"

"Well, it's okay."

He held her tightly in his arms and rubbed her head.

The tense emotions seemed to have eased, and there was a tendency to soften.

"It's okay...it'll be okay...trust me..."

She was held and buried in his arms.

Carefully, cared for, treated like a treasure.

"It's fine……"

He lowered his eyes and smiled.

Outside the window, heavy snow filled the sky and drifted.

The ground was covered with that cold and biting white, covering the withered rose branches and all the colors.

Endless white, blindingly white.

Just like that sharp blade, when it comes out of its sheath, it will kill people.

Kill invisible.

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Being tortured in such a cold winter is a very painful thing.

Qiao Zhenhuan did not die in the end, but was kidnapped and trapped in a dark cellar.

I don’t know where it is, and I don’t know when it is.

I don’t even know who kidnapped him and what their purpose was.

His eyes were blinded and his hands were tied behind his back.

He was allowed to curse and rampage everywhere, but no one paid attention to him.

His voice echoed in the cold cellar, echoing, echoing...

The mental torture he suffered was more terrifying and unbearable than the physical torture he suffered.

No one responded to him, which made his spirit even more manic and collapsed, making him even more difficult to control.

Sometimes he would stop scolding when he got tired, and then the meal would be served.

It was laid silently at his feet.

The rice was cold and sometimes sour. It was almost as if he was being treated as a prisoner.

How could Qiao Zhenhuan, who had never been humiliated like this, be able to swallow this?

He was simply going crazy.

At first, he kicked the food down and was extremely tough.

But later, after being hungry for three or four days, he went on a rampage, had no strength, and his stomach hurt from hunger.

After enduring it for several days, I ended up kneeling on the ground in humiliation, biting the food with my mouth like a dog.

He ate in an extremely embarrassed manner, and was also extremely sarcastic and absurd.

The young master who was arrogant and regarded human life as a piece of grass now lives like a dog in order to survive.

It's hilarious.

When S sent the surveillance video, the gentle-tempered Mr. Qiao had just gotten up.

Wearing a light gray thin sweater, she sat by the bed, her back slim and beautiful.

A typical figure that makes you look slim when you are wearing clothes, but you have a fleshy figure when you are undressed.

Extremely pleasing to the eye.

He didn't watch the video sent by S, he just glanced at it.

Then, he lowered his eyes and turned around.

Quietly look at the person sleeping on the bed who has not yet gotten up.

The room was dark, the curtains were drawn, and it was snowing heavily outside.

The gentle and handsome Mr. Qiao slowly leaned over in the warm air-conditioned room.

He half-pressed her through the quilt and touched her face gently.

The voice was very soft.

"Si Si."