C125 Now That They Were Gone There Was No Point in Watching Any Longer

When the figure approached her with a powerful aura, Ling Muxue also felt that something was amiss. She suddenly raised her eyes and before she could clearly see the person's appearance, she felt her wrist being pulled by a force. In the next second, she was pulled into a dark room on the side and pushed against the wall. Her body was pushed against the cold wall.

Click! The door was shut, and as the last light faded, she saw his face, which she did not recognize.

"Who are you?" Ling Muxue asked in horror. She struggled, but he held her hands above her head. His strength was too great for her to break free.

Because she was wearing a long dress, she couldn't lift her feet to attack him.

"Who the hell are you? Let go of me quickly..." She looked into the dark eyes and struggled to shout.

The soundproofing in the room was very good, so the people outside could not hear the sounds inside.

She could not see his face clearly, but she could feel that his eyes were staring at her. Even if she could not see it clearly, she felt an indescribable sense of familiarity.

But she did not know him at all.

She shouted, but he did not say a word. Suddenly, Ling Muxue felt a chill on her cheek. A hand gently stroked her forehead all the way to her lower jaw. She could not see how focused his eyes were, as if he was stroking a treasure.

Ling Muxue's body stiffened. She felt as if she was being teased for no reason. She suddenly broke free from his restraints and pushed him away with both of her hands. She turned around and was about to open the door.

Suddenly, that person grabbed her hand and pulled her back.

"Let go of me. I don't know you. Who are you? What are you trying to do ..." She kept pushing him.

...""

"If you don't let me go now, I'll call for help!" Ling Muxue said angrily, but she did not realize that she was not afraid at all.

"Who are you calling?" The man finally spoke.

His voice was very gentle. Even though it carried a hint of oppression, it still made people feel comfortable. However, this voice was very unfamiliar to Ling Muxue.

Ling Muxue suddenly stopped struggling and looked up at the outline in the darkness, "I... My husband is here. He will come to find me soon." Her voice had lost all its excitement, and it was very faint. She didn't know why she had suddenly said it out loud, but she subconsciously thought that Xiao Qinghan would come looking for her.

But why did she feel so uncomfortable after saying it?

"Your husband? You're married." The deep voice was slightly surprised, but it was even more desolate.

Hearing his inexplicable question, Ling Muxue only answered mechanically.

"Is that so?" Unbeknownst to him, she was filled with grief. "I'm sorry, I got the wrong person."

Ling Muxue was stunned. In the next second, the arm that was pressing on her shoulders loosened.

"It doesn't matter!" She curled her lips and smiled. Just as she was about to turn around and leave, the man suddenly spoke, "Wait!"

The man picked up something from his pocket and naturally raised Ling Muxue's hand and put the thing in it.

"Sir, you..." Judging by the texture, it should be a small box.

"It suddenly seems useless, and I will take it as an apology for offending you, my lady!" The voice was quiet and calm, but if one listened carefully, one could feel a ripple in the calm.

Just as Ling Muxue was about to reject him, the man suddenly let go of her hand and walked around him. The door opened and the figure disappeared in the light of the room.

Ling Muxue chased after him, but when she looked around the corridor, she did not see anyone there. She hurried to the corner of the corridor with her skirt raised, but she did not see anyone. Did he just disappear out of thin air?

He stood there for a few seconds, staring down at the exquisite little brown gift box in his hand. He was about to open it and look at it when he heard the sound of hurried footsteps, and an anxious, angry voice.

"Ling Muxue!"

She turned around to see Xiao Qinghan, surrounded by several bodyguards, striding towards her with his golden ratio, perfect long legs that were so perfect that they could make people scream.

Ang Zang's tall body was wrapped by a dark military uniform. He was full of heroic spirit, perfect to the point of being impeccable, and his entire body was emitting an aura that made him seem as if he was ruling the world.

There was also his handsome face that had quite a visual impact. Along the way, who knew how many glances were drawn to him.

Ling Muxue was also stunned at the side and looked at him in a daze. Even though she was already used to his appearance, she could not help but be stunned at this moment.

Just as she was panicking, that powerful aura had already enveloped her. In the next second, her waist was gripped and she leaned into that familiar broad embrace.

She raised her head and looked into the pair of eyes that were burning with anger, "Damn it! Where are you going?"

When Ling Muxue arrived at the bathroom just now, Xiao Qinghan could no longer sit still. He went to the bathroom to look for her, but he did not see anyone. His nerves tensed up and he was afraid that he would be targeted by someone, so he ordered everyone to gather in the hall. He searched the rooms one by one, and if he could not find anyone, no one was allowed to leave.

Even now, the bodyguards were still searching on a large scale. The people in the hall were anxious and unhappy. Who on earth had such great power that they were not allowed to leave?

Ling Muxue only felt baffled. What was he doing now? How did she provoke him? She was really crazy.

She lowered her head, "I just got lost accidentally," she said snappily.

"You got lost?" Xiao Qinghan narrowed his eyes at the top of her head and did not ask anymore. As long as she was safe now, it would be fine.

He picked her up and said in a deep voice, "Let's go back!"

Ling Muxue did not struggle at all. She was already used to being held by him like this. She also knew that even if she struggled, it would be useless.

Since he was so focused on Ling Muxue, he did not notice that a pair of eyes in the dark were staring at them. The gaze was indescribably complicated.

"Since everyone has left, stop looking at them!" A charming voice that could make anyone intoxicated sounded, speaking in English.

A pair of slender, white fingers rested silently on the man's body as if she were very familiar with it. A beautiful blonde foreign woman stood next to the man.

The man ignored her.

She wasn't angry, either. Her lips were curled into a seductive smile, and she leaned forward to stand in front of him, her hands gracefully on his shoulders, her feet on the ground, her head thrown back, and gave the man a gentle kiss on the lips.

The man suddenly lowered his eyes and stared at her with his icy eyes.

The woman just smiled and slowly moved her hand down to touch his chest. "What is yours is yours. What is not yours is not yours."

The man looked at her coldly and turned around to leave.

The woman looked at her back and the smile on her face became deeper and deeper. It was difficult to figure it out. She ran after him in high heels and held his arm intimately.