Lan Ruoqing followed his words and said, "That's it, let me go down for a walk. 【26nbsp;】"

She stared straight at Wei Zizhen with longing eyes. Wei Zizhen was not afraid that something would happen to him, after all, he had walked through swords and guns all these years.

It's just that with the viciousness of the Qianjun Society, now he knows that Shen Jiannan's death was not normal.

He was only afraid that if he was not careful, this woman's life would be in danger.

But raising his own woman like a mouse, not letting her go to the streets, and not even satisfying her request to go shopping, it seems that it is not something he can do with his domineering, he Wei Zizhen has never been afraid of anyone.

This time, he was so cautious about the Qianjun Society.

He thought, he only cared about this woman, that's why he did so much, and had so many scruples.

Lan Ruoqing continued, "Just go and see one, okay?"

Wei Zizhen looked at her low voice and said, "Want to see it?"

Lan Ruoqing nodded vigorously, and Wei Zizhen thought for a moment, "Recently, paparazzi have been secretly taking pictures of me, so I can wear sunglasses. I don't want to be the protagonist of tomorrow's magazine."

Seeing that he gave in, Lan Ruoqing said, "Of course, no problem."

Now she can't tell what kind of relationship she has with Wei Zizhen. The contract relationship is over, and it doesn't look like a couple relationship. It's ambiguous, and she doesn't want to cause any trouble by publishing it in the newspaper.

It's just that Lan Ruoqing is a little confused, is he just afraid of being photographed by the paparazzi?

Wei Zizhen and Lan Ruoqing got out of the car wearing big sunglasses.

The street is very lively, even with such a dress, it still attracts the attention of people around from time to time.

Many people gathered in front of the open-air puppet show curtain.

It was a scene of three dozen bones, Wei Zizhen naturally put his hand on Lan Ruoqing's waist, keeping her within his protection range.

Lan Ruoqing watched with relish, but Wei Zizhen carefully observed the surroundings.

Lin Zhen's voice came from the Bluetooth headset in his ear, "Mr. Wei, there is no suspicious person around."

Only then did Wei Zizhen feel a little more at ease, and now he also felt that what made this hateful Qianjun society disturbed was that this powerful opponent was hiding in the dark, unable to see or touch it.

The puppet show was very exciting, and Lan Ruoqing was very happy watching it. Wei Zizhen said to Lan Ruoqing in a small voice, "Why do you like watching this?" It seems that she is an art student, so according to Wei Zizhen's understanding, she should like it Those European-style things, but I don’t want to be so interested in folk customs.

Lan Ruoqing looked at Wei Zizhen with moist eyes and murmured, "This is the only thing I can remember watching with my parents."

Her mother has been blurred in her memory, and the clips of the family of three together have long faded. The only thing she can recall is that her parents each held her hand and took her to a puppet show.

She hated herself for not being able to remember more fragments.

Wei Zizhen saw her faint tears in her eyes, she seemed a little lonely in the light.

She hugged her vigorously, kissed her forehead lightly, and said nothing.

He felt a little distressed.

He suddenly felt that the previous things had really passed, and he didn't care anymore, but cared about her present and future.

Lan Ruoqing felt the warmth on his chest, looked at him and smiled slightly, "Thank you, Wei Zizhen."

She also seemed to be gradually getting used to having endless conversations with him, and with him by her side, she felt an inexplicable sense of security.

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