On a night in a foreign country, Tang Qiu walked cautiously and quickly, but was abducted back home by a blond man.
In the supercar on the street, he leaned against the window and said, "Are you alone? It's quite dangerous here at night. I'll give you a ride in the car."
She tightened her grip on the shoulder strap of her backpack and remained silent: Damn it, this person doesn't look like a good person, my life is at risk.
I glanced at the danger around the corner. I was really scared, so I got in the car and took one step at a time.
He drove her back to his home.
She looked at the villa in front of her, and then at the people standing in front of the door waiting for her to pass by, and cursed: This yellow guy just doesn't have a good heart. He even said he would send me home, and he didn't know which home he was going to.
She decided to be obedient first, safety was the most important thing, and the rest would come later.
In the kitchen of the villa, she was preparing a meal for two people, and she cursed in her heart: Foreigners haven't eaten before, it's too much to take a hostage home and let the hostage cook!
Turn around and add more than half of the chili peppers on the dinner plate.
He stood next to her, tasted the greasy, red and steaming dishes, and praised her with a smile as she was worthy of being from country C, and the food she cooked was delicious.
She twitched the corner of her mouth and wondered: Why doesn't this person find it spicy?
In the blink of an eye, she was imprisoned for a week, her movements were restricted, she could not leave the villa, and she was forced to cook every day.
Seeing that no one was looking for her after a week, she chopped vegetables harder and cursed in her heart, damn people from country A, haven't they found anyone missing yet? Why does that Huang Mao ask me to cook every day? ! !
Intent: bloody, romance