Chapter 67: Chapter 67: Give You Five Minutes Chapter 67: Chapter 67: Give You Five Minutes Hengzhong Group.
Ding-dong, the elevator doors opened slowly.
Qiao Ruoxin walked out, her delicate and beautiful face hidden behind a pair of cool black sunglasses, concealing most of her visage.
She had returned to the 16th floor to find that intern secretary.
“No need for nonsense, what did that trash from the capital use to lure you into doing this? Or did they threaten you?”
The female secretary was panicked: “I don’t understand what you’re talking about.”
Qiao Ruoxin’s lips, rosy and moist, parted slowly: “Did they bribe you with money? Or did they take photos of you undressed? Or maybe… they kidnapped a family member?”
The secretary gaped, blurting out unconsciously: “How did you know?”
She smiled faintly: “That’s as smart as the trash from the capital gets. What brilliant scheme could you expect from him?”
“Miss Qiao, can you really help me? He’s kidnapped my brother! My brother is autistic! I…”
Qiao Ruoxin sighed softly: “I can help you rescue your brother, but you must help clear Mo Chen’s name. Do you think you can talk about happiness if you ruin his life? He’s far more fearsome than the trash from the capital.”
The secretary turned as white as a sheet: “I didn’t want to, it was Jian Chen who forced me!”
“I know, I know, I’m going to save your brother now, don’t worry.”
Qiao Ruoxin patted the female secretary’s shoulder and then turned to leave.
Just as she was turning, she saw a tall and imposing figure standing before her.
Mo Chen’s handsome face was tense as he stood in front of her, letting out a cold chuckle: “You’re a step ahead of me.”
She brushed past the man: “Time waits for no one, I’m leaving first.”
Her wrist was suddenly gripped.
The man’s voice was filled with anger: “You are not allowed to look for that trash!”
Qiao Ruoxin raised her eyes to meet his handsome face: “Then will you come with me?”
…
Outside the hospital, high-level ward.
Mo Chen stood to the side, an unshakeable murderous aura clinging to him.
He himself deliver Little Ghost to meet with that capital’s trash?
Qiao Ruoxin stepped forward and hugged the man’s rigid body, even caressing his abs with her small paw: “Brother Mo Chen, your abs are so impressive…”
The man’s expression darkened, watching her carefree demeanor, he barked furiously: “Shut up!”
She couldn’t help but laugh softly: “You’re right outside, what could go wrong?”
Mo Chen closed his eyes, trying to suppress his anger, and said in a deep voice: “You have five minutes.”
“Ah? Five minutes? That’s too short, our kisses last longer than that,” she said innocently.
“Qiao Ruoxin! I really want to kill you!”
“Then five minutes it is…”
Even though time was tight, she’d have to make it quick.
Qiao Ruoxin pushed open the door to the ward and went inside.
As she closed the door, Mo Chen’s fists, hanging by his sides, clenched tightly, his knuckles cracking.
In his dark eyes, a deep hatred was brewing.
Standing outside this door, every second was torture.
He felt he might not even last five minutes.
Mo Chen’s breathing became erratic, and he began to suffer a headache, his long fingers pressing against his forehead as his complexion turned slightly pale.
In his mind, that video of a man and woman entwined kept surfacing.
He never knew who the people in that video were.
Why did it keep lingering in his mind?
And why did he remember this disgusting, filthy scene?
His jawline tensed, and a fine layer of cold sweat appeared on his forehead.