Spoiled by the CEO after amnesia!-Chapter 1110 - 1088: Young Hero vs Little Demoness

Chapter 1110: Chapter 1088: Young Hero vs Little Demoness

Qiao Yongyong tiptoed and blew in his ear: "Hmm, yesterday the young hero made the Little Demoness hurt a lot..."

If she was the demoness, didn’t that make him the kind of upright, always serious, pretending to be righteous, but actually quite shy young hero?

The sweet teasing made his breath catch, his lower abdomen tighten slightly, a heat rising up, feeling an urge to throw this little demon onto the bed for a good punishment.

Fortunately, his willpower was strong, and a few seconds later he restrained himself, pushed her away, turned around to leave, slammed the door, and this time didn’t look back again.

...

Qiao Yongyong stayed in the family hotel for several days.

Nie Yixiao had instructed the owner that every day the owner would have the waiter bring three meals to her regularly.

This kind of small hotel was very basic. Besides eating and sleeping, she would kill time watching TV on a small ten-inch screen.

He hadn’t come for days.

That day, it started to rain again.

It was the rainy season in Mexico now, and every few days there was heavy rain. The entire city was drenched and shrouded in mist.

Qiao Yongyong was restless all day, as usual, she turned on the TV, switched through several local stations, becoming more anxious, and was about to turn it off when the sound of a news broadcast came from the screen.

It was the news program from Mexico’s largest Televisa TV Station.

The emotionless voice of the announcer reported that a cross-border arms deal near the Gulf of Mexico was just busted on the spot a few nights ago.

It was reported that one party in the transaction was a local underground arms gang, and the other was a Chinese mafia gang.

That night, key personnel from both parties involved in the transaction were arrested.

Since both sides had mafia identities, to prevent a jailbreak, they were secretly detained, awaiting future trials and sentences.

Then, in the upper left corner of the announcer, photos of those arrested that night began to flash.

One photo after another flashed by...

Until a Chinese photo flashed by, Qiao Yongyong suddenly sat up!

It was Mike.

Uncle Mike was also captured that night.

Uncle Mike was Brother’s trusted confidant; Brother would definitely try to rescue him.

But the news said these people were secretly detained, which meant it would be very difficult to know where they were held by the police.

Could it be... Uncle Mike is really going to be put on trial and then jailed?

Uncle Mike is not that young, can he endure the suffering of prison...

Her face turned pale, and she unconsciously gripped the bedsheet tightly. If she hadn’t been taken away by Nie Yixiao that night, she might also be like Uncle Mike right now...

Perhaps she was too focused in thought to notice when the door opened, and someone walked in.

Nie Yixiao squinted at Qiao Yongyong, who was staring at the TV news in a daze, and after a moment, he spoke mockingly: "If you do such things, you should have long expected this outcome."

Qiao Yongyong snapped back to reality and looked at the man at the door, suddenly choking up, jumped off the bed, and rushed to hug his waist, burying her head in his chest, starting to sob.

He sensed her fear and terror, his cold demeanor softened a bit, letting her hug and cry.

Her sobs came intermittently: "I know, in your eyes, Uncle Mike is not a good person, but he is the uncle who watched me grow up and is also the backbone of the Longding Society... Do you think I want to do that kind of business? But I am from the Longding Society. I was raised by my brother himself, and he is in poor health. What can I do? Should I just abandon my brother and ignore everything... I can only take over and help him... Brother Yixiao, if you were me, what would you do..."

The more she cried, the sadder she became, just like the rain outside. Soon he felt the front of his shirt getting wet.

His heart was touched by this little demon’s crying, and his hand, beyond his mind’s control, reached over to stroke her soft hair, but his tone remained cold: "Enough. It’s late. I just came to see if you’ve run away disobediently again. If you’re fine, I’ll leave."

"Don’t go, please. Stay with me tonight..." She whined and held onto his waist, like a spoiled child.

"Qiao Yongyong, enough." He doubled his tone.

"Just for one night. Stay with me for one night." She cried even harder, her clear eyes seeming to have a layer of mist, enchanting, her body swaying as if she might faint from crying.

Perhaps fearing her continued crying would draw attention from others in the hotel, or maybe because of something else, he pulled her to the bedside and sat down.

Seeing he wasn’t leaving, she stopped crying as well, obediently got onto the bed, but didn’t close her eyes, her bright eyes watching him.

"Close your eyes." He frowned tightly.

"I’m afraid that when I sleep, you’ll sneak away again." She tugged on his sleeve, saying pitifully.

He caught his breath, turned over onto the bed, leaning against the headboard.

"No, you have to close your eyes too. You promised to sleep with me today." Her fair little cheeks puffed up slightly, and she raised her hand to help close his eyelids.

He brushed aside her hand but still closed his eyes.

She still mumbled about wanting to cuddle: "Hold me to sleep, otherwise I can’t sleep."

"Don’t push your luck."

Hum, if he didn’t hug her, she would hug him, she wrapped her arms around his slim, firm waist and calmly and peacefully closed her eyes.

...

The night deepened.

The rain also stopped.

The night after rain was exceptionally quiet, around three a.m., also when people sleep the soundest.

Qiao Yongyong’s eyelashes fluttered, she opened her eyes, gently slipped out from Nie Yixiao’s arms, and looked at the man sleeping before her.

Brother Yixiao, I’m sorry.

I know you might be angry when you wake up, and despise me even more, and perhaps, never forgive me in this lifetime...

But, I have no choice but to do this.

She glanced at the coat he took off before sleeping, got off the bed quietly, and rummaged through the pockets to take out his phone.

The Longding Society is a mafia, having long played a cat-and-mouse game with the police, so she was familiar with the equipment and methods used by the police or investigation agencies.

This was a customized phone with business PAD functions, specifically equipped for forensic personnel, containing a lot of confidential information and internal police data.

Since he was the representative sent from China who participated in this arms trading bust operation, he would definitely be aware of every detail.

Including - where the people captured that night were held.

She held her breath, turned on the phone, and gradually opened each folder.

Finally, fixing her gaze, she found the information she wanted.

She memorized it, quickly put the phone back in the coat pocket, then put on her shoes, not even changing her clothes, she walked over to a calendar, tore off a page, turned it to the blank side, found a ballpoint pen and wrote a line:

"I’m sorry, Brother Yixiao, I cannot not save Uncle Mike."