Chu Qiao didn't dare to step forward, didn't dare to look at Ming Ye's expression at this moment, and could only stand silently behind him.

The tall and slender figure remained motionless, as if he could not feel any pain. The wounds on his right hand were very shocking, and blood flowed down his fingertips, dripping onto the floor to form a pool of blood.

Tomorrow night's stop was from noon to sunset. Chu Qiao lowered his head and did not dare to move. The lights in the office were not turned on, and he fell into darkness.

In the dark night, my straight back was trembling faintly. Such a strong man was now silently sad and lonely.

Suddenly, a burst of cell phone ringing broke the silence. Ming Ye's body shook a bit, but did not move.[

Chu Qiao sighed secretly, walked over, and saw the four words "Baby Shanshan" flashing on it.

Chu Qiao understood that in Ming Ye's heart, Lan Shan was his supreme treasure, and nothing could compare to her, so...he was so concerned about her.

"Master, Madam's call... do you want to answer it?"

Ming Ye did not move or speak. Chu Qiao gritted his teeth and continued: "Young master, maybe it is not what I saw. Madam...she is not that kind of person."

Chu Qiao is usually quite talkative, but now facing such a silent tomorrow night, he really doesn't know what to do. He would rather the young master take a gun and shoot him than this.

It's scary when the young master goes crazy, but it's even scarier when the young master doesn't say a word even though he's obviously very angry and sad.

After a while, the ringing kept ringing, as if the little woman was saying willfully: If you don't answer, I will disturb you to death.

"Give me……"

Ming Ye's voice was so hoarse and trembling slightly that Chu Qiao suddenly felt sad. When had his young master ever lived like this?

After thinking about it, Chu Qiao quickly handed the phone to Ming Ye with both hands.

Tomorrow night, he looked at the four words on the screen that he had typed in and read thousands of times. Now they turned into needles and flew out of the screen, piercing into his flesh and blood.

He almost used all his strength to press the answer button, and just as he answered the call, a voice filled with anger and worry came from the other end.

"Why aren't you back tomorrow night? Why haven't you answered the phone yet? Is there something wrong? I've been waiting for you to pick me up for lunch. You don't mean what you say."
Chapter completed!