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The car in Beiming night can never be seen from the outside, especially at night.

Even if Mu Zijin knew the name could be there, he couldn't see her at all. When she went in just now, although he had been staring at her all the time, she didn't even lift her head, as if there was no him here.

In fact, he didn't blame her. After hearing those words, he didn't expect her to give him any good looks.

Beiming night looked back at him before he went in. Although he didn't smile, his eyes flashed with a sharp light. At this time, he was not cold: "do you want to explain something?"

Mu Zijin doesn't talk.

There's nothing to explain. Since it's heard, let's do it.

Beiming night's method is still so powerful, even for his own people. He just believes him too much, so he has no defense. However, he does not deny that this method is the most direct and effective way, at least in this point, he won.

"I hope you will always remember that you are addicted to her body, not her." He dropped his cigarette and turned to his car not far back.

The name on the back seat can clearly hear his cold words, but at this time, she seems to feel desperate. She just holds her computer bag and looks at the misty moonlight outside the window. She doesn't hum and doesn't even have any expression on her face.

No matter what they say or do, it seems to her that she is watching a play. Or, her life, all the recent things, are really like a play.

Since it's a play, there won't be any truth, all of it is fake, all of it is fake.

She couldn't help hugging her computer bag until the sound of closing the door came. She was startled. She looked up and saw that Beiming night had been sitting in the driver's seat, fastened her seat belt, set the car on fire, quickly drove into the driveway, lost her head at the intersection in front of her, and then returned to the original direction.

She looked at his side face, as well as his clothes. Just now, she could clearly feel the dust on his body outside. Now, when she looked again, she found that not only the dust on his body, but also the dust on his hair.

He trained on the island today. She knew that when she left, he had just climbed up the cliff, and his brother was still climbing up.

As for what training they did after she left, she didn't know, but she also knew that it must be very difficult. Ordinary people can't do it at all.

But he's like this now. Has he just come back from the island? Did you come straight to her when you came back?

After looking at him for a long time, she couldn't see any special expression on his face, and couldn't hear him say a word to herself. She still hugged her computer bag, took back her eyes, looked at the changing scenery outside the window, and felt confused again.

There is no Mu Son Jin, from then on, there is no that person in her life.

As for the northern night, the agreement between him and her is still there, tonight Mu Zijin came to find her, he probably also mastered clearly.

After she has no security, the fear in the face of this man is still the same as before, because he has no hope to escape. What kind of means will he use to torture her to express his sullen feeling?

She and Mu Son Jin's affair definitely let him angry, even if he doesn't speak, even if he doesn't have special facial expression on the face, she also can feel him to block in the chest that stuffy.

Like last night, now he made her completely afraid, but she really didn't want to experience the storm like last night.

In fact, when he is calm, he is not so terrible, but once he gets angry, his means will be more cautious than anyone else.

There's no way out, she can only keep going forward. Can she think of a way to make her life better?

I don't know what I'm thinking. I'm in a mess. I'm sitting in the back seat, holding her computer bag. I've been thinking about strange things in my head.

When they arrived at the imperial court and the car stopped, she suddenly remembered that she seemed to owe him an explanation.

Or not to explain, but to beg for mercy.

Back in the imperial court, he didn't even take a bath on the night of Beiming. He just washed his hands and went directly to the side hall to sit down at the dining table.

Mingke didn't need him to remind him this time. He took the initiative to go over and sit down beside him. He picked up chopsticks to serve food for him. It's very rare that he behaved so cleverly.

Beiming night didn't talk much. After a quick meal, he went upstairs, took his robe and went to the bathroom.

Mingke's worries and anxieties seem to have been digested by herself on the way back just now. After he walked into the bathroom, she sat in the chair that she had sent from below one day in the past, took out the notebook in her computer bag, opened it, and continued to classify the new applicants in these two days.

The audition is set up in the urban area. It starts at 10 a.m. tomorrow. In fact, it's almost the same as the interview. We are all new people, not only those who come to sign up for the audition, but also those who fly away. In this case, we are all new people. Because we are the first batch, we directly use the interview method first.

According to their plan, among the 200 applicants tomorrow, it is estimated that there will be at least 100. Of course, there may be more. If the overall quality of the 100 plus applicants is not bad, they can directly choose 20. If their qualifications are average, they can only choose 10.Although the time is very urgent, because there is an imperial group behind it, in order not to affect their reputation, we must do something better.

Requirements will naturally be stricter.

She looked at the pictures scanned on the computer screen, looking at the countless beautiful men and women in the pictures, her eyebrows slowly wrinkled up, and even there was a tendency to wrinkle more and more tightly.

Finally, she couldn't help picking up the phone and dialing Xiao Xiang's number.

"Hello." Xiao Xiang's dumb voice came from the other end of the mobile phone.

Name can be slightly Leng under, looked at the notebook when the display, 11 o'clock, she was a little helpless: "sorry, did not think of it has been so late."

"What's the matter?" On the other side of the phone, Xiao Xiang tried to suppress her emotions, but Mingke could still hear the anxiety in her words.

Calling her so late may have scared her, especially when she went out.

"Nothing. Just looking at the information of the applicants, I suddenly think of something." In fact, her current situation is not as bad as Xiao Xiang worried about. In fact, as she thought, it's not really so hard to be around Beiming night, except for one thing

Convergence of the convergence of God, she continued: "tomorrow and Qianqian they told a request for registration of people with life photos."