Chapter 646

"Thank you She mumbled a few lower lips, some awkward to say this sentence.

The man laughed, some not very good meaning: "you don't thank me, in fact, I have nothing to help you, er, that, are you ok? Is there any injury? Do you need to go to the hospital? "

Zhou Xiaoxiao shakes her head and her face is full of tears.

"Oh, wait a minute."

The man suddenly said, he released his hand, and took out a tissue from his pocket and handed it to her: "wipe your face."

"Well."

Zhou Xiaoxiao nodded, ready to reach for it.

But at this moment, a few security guards came out of the Yellow Crane Tower. All of them were fierce. After they came, they didn't talk nonsense. They directly pushed the man to the ground and began to punch and kick, and they were merciless.

Zhou Xiaoxiao still keeps the action of taking the paper towel.

She was almost stupefied.

Two seconds later, she suddenly responded.

"Ah, what are you doing!"

She screamed and tried to rush to stop, but a security guard caught her by the arm.

"Miss, Mr. Zhai said," he has the final say in his life and death. "

The voice of the security guard was cold.

Zhou Xiaoxiao suddenly responds that these people are not the security guards in the Yellow Crane Tower at all, they are the orderly trained bodyguards!

"Don't hit him any more, you'll kill him!"

She kept yelling, trying to rush to stop, but the security guards were holding her tightly, so that she couldn't get close at all.

In the face of five big three rough man, Zhou Xiaoxiao's little strength, almost can't shake each other.

At the beginning, the beaten man would shout a few times, but now his voice is getting lower and lower.

If it goes on like this, people will really die!

It's no joke!

Zhou Xiaoxiao gritted her teeth and suddenly turned around and ran to the Yellow Crane Tower. She was so flustered that she almost fell down several times when she went up the stairs.

However, when she ran back to the box, there was no Zhai Yao in it.

She was in such a hurry that she ran downstairs again.

A waiter stopped her and said, "Mr. Zhai is in room 6 on the top floor."

"Thank you

Zhou Xiaoxiao said thanks and walked towards the elevator.

Seeing this, the waiter quickly grabbed her and continued, "Mr. Zhai said, let you take the stairs."

Zhou Xiaoxiao's heart trembled.

She turned her head incredulously, looked at the waiter and swallowed the throat: "let me take the stairs?"

"Yes."

The waiter nodded, and there was no emotion on his face from beginning to end.

Zhou Xiaoxiao gritted her teeth.

"Good!"

She didn't talk much. She got into the safe passage and ran upstairs.

More than ten minutes later, she successfully reached the top floor, exhausted and full of sweat on her forehead.

However, there were bodyguards at the door of room six.

"I, I'm here to see Mr. Zhai..."

Zhou Xiaoxiao panted heavily, his face was very white, like a snowflake.

The bodyguard was not moved.

Zhou Xiaoxiao had no choice but to go forward in person.

The bodyguard reached out and stopped her.

"Mr. Zhai!"

Zhou Xiaoxiao raised his voice and yelled.

The whole corridor was quiet.

"Mr. Zhai, I'm here to admit my mistake. Please don't hit that man again, OK? He's innocent. He's just a passer-by. " Zhou Xiaoxiao stares at the closed door urgently, purses her lips, and continues to say, "I know, it's me that makes you unhappy. Can I let you punish me? Mr. Zhai, please spare him. I'd like to

Before he finished, the door suddenly opened.

A woman was standing at the door. She was dressed in a dark purple Qipao, which was cut to the bottom of her legs. Her face was painted with heavy make-up, and she was flicking gently with a feather fan in her hand.

She was laughing, looking into Zhou Xiaoxiao's eyes, full of irony.

"Are you Zhou Xiaoxiao?" The woman opened her mouth, looked at her up and down, tut tut shook her head and said: "it's so ugly!"

Zhou Xiaoxiao was stunned. His face was blue and white.

Her hands were stained with mud. When she was running upstairs just now, her face was sweating, so she wiped it subconsciously and got mud all over her face.

At this point, her whole face looks like a comic face.

"Come in."

The woman opened her mouth, drew back her sight, and returned to the room with her thin waist.

Zhou Xiaoxiao hesitated for a moment, looked left and right at the two door gods standing at the door, and stepped in.

This is an extremely luxurious suite, which is covered with thick blankets from the door to the inside.

Zhou Xiaoxiao follows the woman silently.

Soon, they went into a dark room.

Zhou Xiaoxiao is not quite used to it. When she goes in, she finds that it's a home theater. There's a foreign film on the front screen. She hasn't seen it. She doesn't know what it is.

"Here she is, sir."

The woman went into the dark, soft voice, completely not like just now.

Zhou Xiaoxiao narrowed her eyes. With the screen light in front of her, she saw a fuzzy shadow sitting in the front sofa.

She knows, it's Zhai Yao!

"Mr. Zhai..."

She Na Na's opening, pestle in place, at a loss.

There was nothing in the room except the fighting in the film.

Zhou Xiaoxiao was a little embarrassed. She continued to say, "I know that I just made you angry. I swear to you that I will never drink or smoke again from now on. Would you please forgive that passer-by?"

She deliberately used the word "passer-by.".

In fact, long ago, Zhou Xiaoxiao already knew that Zhai Yao's possessiveness is very strong, almost to the point of metamorphosis.

I remember one time, Zhai Yao took her to make a custom dress. As a result, a male master measured her size. When Zhai Yao saw it, he was so angry that he dismissed the male master on the spot.

Therefore, Zhou Xiaoxiao also understood why Zhai Yao was so angry.

It's not only because she smokes, but also because some of the passers-by's practices touch his possessiveness.

"Wrong?"

At that time, the man's gloomy voice came, like knocking on the heart.

"Zhou Xiaoxiao, your fault is more than that!"

"I know!" Zhou Xiaoxiao lowered her head. She didn't know whether Zhai Yao was looking at her. No matter what, her attitude must be correct. She continued: "I'm willing to change, Mr. Zhai, I'm willing to change!"

Zhai said nothing.

But the woman opened her mouth, and there was schadenfreude in her voice: "Sir, this woman is covered with mud, like a clay figurine. Don't you think it stinks?"