C32 Expose

This was Lu Jinghuan's latest evaluation of Ye Qiao. Previously, he pretended to be serious and ignored him, but now he gave him his phone number.

Lu Jinghuan stared at the string of numbers on the computer screen. After thinking for a moment, he finally saved it into his phone. After doing all this, he turned off the laptop and went to the bathroom to take a shower.

In the Ye family, Qiu Xiangyang washed all the bowls and chopsticks. He carried the garbage bag in Ye Qiao's room and went out. "I'm going back. I'll come and see you tomorrow when I have time. "

Ye Qiao closed the door without saying anything.

"Wait. . . " Qiu Xiangyang suddenly remembered something. He quickly squeezed half of his body through the crack in the door. He smiled at Ye Qiao. "That. . . "

Seeing Qiu Xiangyang's nervous expression, Ye Qiao closed the door with force.

Qiu Xiangyang stepped back. By the time he reacted, Ye Qiao had already closed the door. He quickly locked the door on the ground and picked up the small French Bulldog on the ground. He went upstairs to sleep.

"Ye, Ye. . . " Qiu Xiangyang chased after Ye Qiao outside the glass wall and went to the side of the stairs. He patted the glass wall and waved at him, but Ye Qiao acted as if he did not hear him. He carried the small French Bulldog upstairs. "Ye, don't answer any unfamiliar phone calls recently, and don't reply to messages. Ye! "

Ye Qiao didn't even look at him. He went upstairs.

Qiu Xiangyang sighed and got down from the glass wall. He carried the garbage bag and walked out. At this moment, he didn't know what was wrong with him. He kept feeling uneasy. He was a little afraid that Ye Qiao would find out what he was doing, but he was also a little worried that Ye Qiao would have a problem with him after he saw it. What if Ye Qiao was deceived by that person?

In short, his feelings were very complicated.

Ye Qiao carried the small French Bulldog into the bedroom and closed the door. He lit the special incense. The small French Bulldog that was still moving around in his arms immediately quieted down, and laid down motionlessly. Ye Qiao placed it in his small nest. After the dry herbal smell spread out, Ye Qiao went to bed and meditated. He inserted silver needles into the acupuncture points and mixed them with special herbs, hoping that it could give birth to the internal force.

Half an hour later, Ye Qiao's body had already heated up. Sweat oozed out of his body and spread across his skin, making it look crystal clear. This was the best time to activate the internal force. Ye Qiao ignored the burning sensation in his body and clenched his fist tightly, trying to break through the last layer of the seal. As long as the formation was broken, he would be able to recover all his energy.

The phone on his bedside table suddenly vibrated, startling Ye Qiao who was in the middle of forcefully circulating his energy. Once his attention was distracted, Ye Qiao felt that his entire body was burning hot, and the silver needles were unable to disperse the burning feeling. There was no other way. Ye Qiao had no choice but to stop cultivating. He quickly got off the bed and put out the incense that had been lit on the cabinet. In case he was burned to death.

The wind on the balcony blew in and slightly lowered the temperature of Ye Qiao's body. His originally red skin also began to slowly recover to its original white color. However, the hot sweat turned into cold sweat. He felt very uncomfortable.

Ye Qiao walked to the balcony and closed the door. Only then did he remember the culprit.

His phone.

When the discomfort in his heart disappeared, Ye Qiao returned to the bed and took his cell phone to check which idiot sent him a message at the critical moment when he was cultivating. However, when he opened it, he found that he had never seen this number before.

Good night.

Ye Qiao was very angry. He was just about to call this person and scold him. However, the sudden pain in his chest made him almost stop breathing. When he had slightly relieved himself, Ye Qiao immediately knew that the broken skill just now had hurt his heart. He was afraid that he would not be able to cultivate for a short period of time. This also meant that he would need to wait for a few more days before he could have a chance to recover his strength.

Ye Qiao's fingers, which were holding the phone, continuously exerted force. He waited until his fingertips hurt before slowly releasing them. Finally, he finished venting his anger. After he calmed down, he picked up the phone and replied to the message.

"Who are you?"

But after a long time, this person still didn't reply to him.

Ye Qiao pulled out the silver needle from his shoulder and shot it out. Then he took his pajamas and went to the bathroom to take a shower again.

The table lamp on the opposite bedside table broke with a sound.