The best perspective expert

Chapter 303 There is a problem in the room
"Hahaha, you are not that kind of person," Old Schroeder laughed and patted Han Zhenyang on the shoulder, looking really relieved that Han Zhenyang took care of his granddaughter.

Han Zhenyang smiled noncommittally, and casually chatted with Old Schroeder about Western art.

While chatting, Helena came back, carrying a large box, which contained vegetables, meat, fish balls and bread, which looked quite heavy.

"Hey, Helena, you're back, come here, I'll carry it for you," Han Zhenyang pierced his eyes, his gaze swept over the big frame in Helena's hand, and he was eager to meet him and was about to take it.

Helena turned around, passed Han Zhenyang, smiled and said: "Han, you are a guest, how can you let the guest do the work? Please sit down."

"Helena, your grandfather just delivered you to me, so there's no need to be so polite," Han Zhenyang said deliberately.

"What?" Helena was taken aback, apparently unaware of old Schroeder's previous decision.

Old Schroeder smiled wryly, "Han, make it clear," and then explained to Helena: "Helena, I just want him to take care of you for a few days, there is no other meaning."

"Grandpa, are you going back to China?" Helena raised her eyebrows.

"Yes, I'm leaving tomorrow. Do you want to go back with me?"

"I, I don't want to go back yet," Helena refused as expected.

Old Schroeder nodded, "So I plan to let Han take care of you for a few days. Although the security here is very good, you will definitely feel lonely staying here alone. With Han here, your life will be much more interesting."

Han Zhenyang also nodded at the right time, "Helena, your grandfather is right."

Helena looked at Han Zhenyang, then at her grandfather, and nodded reluctantly, "Han, I'm sorry to trouble you."

"You're welcome, you're welcome, I'm happy to help you," Han Zhenyang said overjoyed, as cheap as he wanted, like a dick who had never seen a woman before.Of course, he mostly looked like this when he was in contact with Helena these days.

The old Schroeder on the side just shook his head with a wry smile.

Han Zhenyang showed more hospitality, and even went to the kitchen to help Helena. The two cooperated to cook a feast of Chinese and Western dishes.

After lunch, Han Zhenyang really couldn't find an excuse to stay, so he just left angrily and returned to Yinglan Huayu's headquarters.

But the next morning, he went to the old Schroeder's villa early again, under the pretext of seeing off the old Schroeder.

On the third day, he was still like this, with the excuse that he was worried that Helena would not adapt to living alone.

The fourth day did not fall.

The fifth day even brought Helena an early breakfast.

At the beginning, Helena would entertain Han Zhenyang with a formulaic smile, but after a few days, she didn't even bother to talk to him.

But Han Zhenyang never tired of it, as if he would die if he didn't see Helena for a day, he went to report to Helena on time every day.

On the 11th day, Han Zhenyang received a call and showed a sneer, then drove to the flower shop to buy a large bouquet of fiery red roses, drove slowly all the way, and arrived at Helena's house around eleven o'clock.

When he entered within 500 meters of Helena's villa, he glanced at it, sneered again, drove close, got out of the car, knocked on the door, and deliberately held the roses high.

"Who?" Helena asked from inside.

Han Zhenyang sneered in his heart, because there was a surveillance camera hidden in the flowerpot next to the door, even if Helena was abroad, she could clearly see the person who knocked on the door through her mobile phone. She asked this question just to confuse the uninformed That's all.

Unfortunately, Han Zhenyang has a deeper understanding of this villa than Helena herself.

Therefore, Han Zhenyang always maintained a warm smile, and even simulated some excited and apprehensive expressions, like a boy who confessed his love to the goddess for the first time.He was still facing the glass window in front of the camera and combing his hair with his fingers before he answered loudly into the intercom: "Helena, it's me, Han Zhenyang."

"Han, what's the matter?" Helena was more polite today.

"I have something important to tell you, Helena, why don't you open the door?"

"Han, I'm not feeling well, so I won't open the door. I'll talk about it another day, is that okay?"

"Uncomfortable?" Han Zhenyang made an anxious look, "Helena, are you sick? Shall I take you to the hospital?"

"No, it's not serious, it's just a mild cold."

"Helena, a cold is not a minor illness, you must take medicine," Han Zhenyang said firmly, "Or let me give you a massage, you know, it's very effective."

"Han, it's really unnecessary, you go back, I don't want to see you."

Han Zhenyang blinked, walked anxiously around the door on purpose, and suddenly shouted loudly: "Helena, you are very abnormal today, are you being held hostage by bad guys? Don't worry, I'll call the police right now, hold on for a while, After finishing speaking, he took out his mobile phone and called 110, but the screen of the mobile phone was facing the camera on the side of the flower pot.

The moment she was about to dial, Helena said, "Han, stop, I'm safe, I'll open the door for you right away," then leaned out from the window on the second floor and waved to Han Zhenyang, "Han, it's okay to call the false police." It's not something worth advocating."

Han Zhenyang let out a long breath and exaggerated: "Helena, you scared me to death, open the door quickly and see what I brought you," he said, shaking the big bouquet of roses in his hand.

Helena bit the bullet and said, "Han, it's really inconvenient for me to see you, or else, I'll go find you at night..."

"Helena, you are so strange, no, I have to see with my own eyes that you are safe before leaving, otherwise I will call the police now, I have heard of many similar cases, I would rather make a false alarm than let the tragedy happen carelessly ,” Han Zhenyang said and took out his phone again.

"No, I'll open the door for you right away," Helena rolled her eyes quietly, then went downstairs to open the door, and blocked the doorway: "Han, you see, I'm safe."

Han Zhenyang ignored Helena's obvious eviction order, and handed the roses in front of her, "Do you like it?"

"...I like it," Helena took it helplessly, sniffed it pretendingly, "it smells good," and then looked straight at Han Zhenyang, hoping to make Han Zhenyang leave.

Han Zhenyang sneered again in his heart: If I don't give you a good meal today, all my hard work these days will be in vain.

Thinking of this, he said with a satisfied smile: "It's not in vain that I went to the most famous flower shop in the island city to buy it. You see, it's still covered with dew." Then she spread her hands, "Helena, you hate me so much. You didn’t even invite me in for a cup of coffee, you know, you were not like this before, if it wasn’t for your unique appearance, I would have suspected that you were a fake.”

Helena forced a smile, "How is it possible, I just..."

Han Zhenyang reached out to stop Helena, "Okay, Helena, I know, I'm annoying, but I'm really just worried, there won't be a strong man with a gun pointing at you in your room, right?"

His seemingly joking words fell into Helena's ears like a thunderclap. She opened her mouth and forced out a smile, "Han, you must have watched "Story Club" too much, well, you should go back," said It's about to close.

But his reaction was faster. He stuck his foot in the door, stared at Helena seriously and said in a low voice, "Helena, your reaction is too abnormal. I can basically confirm that there is something wrong in the room."

"You think too much……"

Han Zhenyang forced his way through the door without waiting for Helena to finish speaking, and said solemnly: "For your safety and to live up to your grandfather's entrustment, I must check it again."

"Han, you can't do that!" Helena shouted sternly.

"I have to do that, even if you sue me for illegal trespass," Han Zhenyang said without showing any weakness, and then searched from the utility room and bathroom, even under the sofa.After searching the first floor, they went straight to the second floor, but Helena was blocking the stairs, staring at Han Zhenyang coldly: "Han, go back, I'll pretend that this thing didn't happen today, or don't blame me for being rude."

Han Zhenyang looked at Helena without showing any weakness, and the corner of his mouth slowly curved into an arc, resembling the legendary evil smile.The so-called evil smile is naturally a joke, but it has to be said that his smile does have a unique charm. As his smile slowly bloomed, Helena even appeared in a trance for a moment.

Seeing that Helena was in a daze, he stepped forward without hesitation to the slender waist of the landlord Helena, then turned around, and the two immediately changed positions, staring at Helena with extremely aggressive eyes, "Helena , did you hide something upstairs?"

"No, no..." Helena suddenly stammered.

"That's it, I promise, it's for your own good," he said, letting go of Helena, turning around and going upstairs, rushing up to the second floor in three steps at a time, seeing that Helena didn't keep up, he smiled coldly, He rushed directly to the bathroom, and when he reached the door, he just kicked his leg.

"Crack-"

The solid solid wood door fell apart in an instant.

At the same time, a series of dense "咻咻" sounds went through the wooden door and shot straight at Han Zhenyang—the Beretta 92F with a silencer installed, this gun has almost no shortcomings, whether it is shooting accuracy or lethality, or Whether it is durability or ergonomics, it ranks among the best among all pistols, and it has a particularly large amount of ammunition, with fifteen rounds.

It's a pity that Han Zhenyang had been on guard for a long time. He kicked out, and his body avoided the door.

So all fifteen bullets fell on the wall opposite the bathroom, smashing a fine oil painting in the old Schroeder's collection to rags.

After the bullet was fired, the splashed sawdust slowly fell to the ground, and it was at this time that Han Zhenyang rushed in again, punching the young man who was changing the bullet.

The young man had no time to change the bullet, so he could only dodge, but at the same time he kicked Han Zhenyang's genitals straight with his right foot. The genital lifting leg was quite skillful, not worse than Han Zhenyang at all. It required speed, strength and strength. If there is concealment, there must be concealment, and if there is suddenness, there must be suddenness.

Han Zhenyang really didn't expect this young man to kick such a flirtatious kick at this time.

(End of this chapter)