Leng Kuang shrugged his shoulders, his voice with a faint sarcasm: "Aren't you very capable? You can find reinforcements under my nose. Since you are so capable, you can definitely open the door by yourself under my skin!"

"You..." Chu Qing's attitude suddenly softened: "You know everything."

Cold and crazy face, with the light of the street light opposite, was shrouded in the shadows.

"I was almost fooled by you. I saw you wandering around Bai Apple Square for so long and thought you like it very much, so I planned to give you a surprise there, but I didn't expect that I saw a mark in the statue. I began to think that I was thinking about it, but what I didn't expect was that I waited for someone, Michael, your savior!" He turned his head and smiled at Chu Qing, and his smile made Chu Qing feel creepy.

Chu Qing's heart sank instantly.

Sure enough, he knew everything.

She stumbled for a moment before she squeezed out a sentence: "Everything is just a coincidence, just a coincidence..."

"Coincidentally, I also want to think that all this is just a coincidence, so I pretended not to know anything, but meeting your friend by chance made me admit that it was not a coincidence. If it was a coincidence, why didn't you want to leave Lyon with me in advance? Why?" Leng Kuang asked murderously.

Chu Qing knew that no matter how much he quibbled, no matter how much he refuted, it would be useless.

She bit her lip, her voice full of grievances: "I just want to go home, I just want to go home..."

A gloomy and cold light suddenly appeared in the cold eyes, and his expression was so gloomy: "I have said, will I take you home?"

"You told my family that I was dead, how do you think I would go home!" Chu Qing's eyes were red with aggrieved, and he turned his head to look out the window without saying a word.

Leng Kuang reached out and broke through her delicate jaw. Her pair of black pupils as deep as the sea: "If I let you go home, will you agree to be with me?"

Chu Qing tried his best to ignore the masculine aura that was close to her and surrounded her.

She pursed her lips for a while, and then she squeezed out four words: "I don't know!"

That hesitation, but there was a hint of coldness and strangeness, with a look of defense, afraid that he would lie to her to try her.

How could he not know what she was thinking?

"You are lying to me again." He wiped her lower lip with his fingers, then left his hands hard and took them back.

At the same time, he also turned his head away, looking out the window without caring about Chu Qing's eyes.

In addition to the northwest of Lyon, there are many complete warehouses, which are mixed here, which can be said to be a intensive place for Lyon's commodity trading.

In recent years, large gang fights often occur here, and occasionally small battles.

Gradually, this has almost become a place for gangs to stock up on goods and a famous violent neighborhood in France.

If someone is killed here, almost no one will pay attention to it as long as it is not a national staff member.

Warehouse No. 7 is like an extremely huge dark box, with a small skylight on the top. The window can cast light, but it seems that it cannot penetrate the air.

Walking into this huge and closed warehouse, it is like entering a coffin that can suffocate and die!
Chapter completed!