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Chuzheng went up to the second floor, and there were people guarding her at intervals.

Uncle Bai opened the door of a room and made an invitation gesture.

Chuzheng stepped into the room.

A faint smell of blood floated over.

Chuzheng glanced at the room.

There was only one person sitting on the sofa.

The man looked lazy, like a noble and elegant cat.

He was holding a string of Buddhist beads in his hand, and his white fingertips were slowly plucking them.

There were two people standing behind him, and three others standing in the room.

The man raised his hand, and everyone in the room followed Uncle Bai out.

The door closed with a click.

Yi Yan supported his chin and asked lazily: "Miss Song, how did you find yourself here so late?"

Chuzheng walked over: "What are you doing?"

Yi Yan looked around: "What does Miss Song think I am doing?"

"It's not okay to kill someone." Chuzheng sat across from him: "Are you killing someone?"

There is nothing here.

The embers also look normal.

The bastard reminded her.

That's definitely what he's doing.

"Miss Song, why should I do something like this?" Yu Jin smiled: "You haven't answered my question yet."

How did you find this place?

Chuzheng said in a cold tone: "You are not a relative of the emperor, so what is it that is hard to find?"

If the bastard is looking for you, it will find you anywhere in the sky or on the earth.

"Miss Song shouldn't know about this place." Yi Jin leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees, and looked at Chu Zheng: "Miss Song, you have to explain it to me."

"Why don't I explain?"

Yan Yan suddenly opened a book on the table and pointed the black muzzle at Chu Zheng.

The casual look on the man's face did not fade at all. He leaned back and raised his eyebrows slightly: "Miss Song, dying here is a bit lonely."

Facing such a weapon, the girl opposite was not at all surprised, panicked or afraid.

It seemed like what he was holding was a very common thing.

The girl's lips parted slightly, and a clear voice circulated in the room: "Did you just say that you don't need to do anything to kill people?"

ember:"……"

Is this the point?

Isn't the point about what he has in his hand? !

Chuzheng encouraged him with calm eyes: "You shoot."

If you dare to shoot, I will kill you!

Even if you don't get hit, you'll be killed!

Don’t think you’re a good person and I won’t dare!

You can rewind anyway!

Be fearless.

"..."

Yi Yan stared at the person in front of him. He laughed for a while, loosened his grip on the gun, turned it around on his fingertips, and placed it on the table.

"Miss Song, I am becoming more and more interested in you."

"Very good, keep it up." Chuzheng nodded seriously, and the topic immediately changed back to: "Were you killing people just now?"

"..."

Ember clearly didn't want to answer the question.

"Miss Song, I'll ask Uncle Bai to take you back."

Chuzheng thought about it and said, "You come with me."

Yi Yan's eyes narrowed, he turned the prayer beads in his hand, and after a long time he smiled and said, "Okay."

Yi Yan stood up, walked to Chu Zheng, put his arm around her shoulders naturally, and leaned into her ear ambiguously: "Let's go back."

-

When Uncle Bai saw Yu Hu come out, he was still hugging Chu Zheng intimately, with a strange expression.

But I didn’t dare to ask.

It's better to stay away from his husband's affairs.

After sitting in the car, Yi Yan let go of her and looked thoughtfully at the scenery passing by outside the window.

He suddenly turned his head: "Miss Song, I'm still curious, how did you find this place?"

Chuzheng was enigmatic: "It's better not to know some things." I couldn't tell them anyway.

"I just want to know?"

"Then think about it." It's not that I don't say it, it's that if I say it, I will be beeped out.

Ember didn't ask again.

If it were anyone else who dared to talk to him like this, he would have died countless times.

However, with this girl, he was not angry at all.

Arriving at the villa, Yu Yan personally walked Chu Zheng to the door of the room.

When Yan Yan turned around, Chu Zheng held him.

Ember turned around: "Miss Song, can't you let me go?"

Chuzheng clasped his wrist with her fingers: "I'll know when you leave the villa. You'd better not go out behind my back."

Ember was stunned for a moment, then smiled casually.

He held the doorframe with one hand and leaned forward.

The two faced each other and could almost feel each other's breathing.

The light is ambiguous and the posture is ambiguous.

Yu Yan tried to kiss Chu Zheng, but Chu Zheng didn't react at all and just looked at him.

Finally, before touching Chu Zheng's lips, he turned slightly, his lips brushed against Chu Zheng's cheek, and his hot breath fell on her ears.

"Miss Song, even if I don't go out, some things still have to happen."

"Well, as long as you didn't do it yourself." Chuzheng's tone was cold. She tightened her hand on Yu Yan's wrist and warned in a low voice: "If there is really something that needs to be solved, I can help you do it. I don't allow you to do it." My hands will be stained with blood again."

Ember remained in that position and did not move for a long time.

Chuzheng let go of him, turned her head and kissed him on the face.

"Good night."

Click.

The door closes.

Yi Yan still maintained that posture, his head hung down, and the expression on his face could not be seen.

——I can do it for you, and I won’t allow your hands to be stained with blood again.

Yan Yan raised his hand and wiped it gently on his face.

He turned around and went upstairs with a normal expression, opened the door, and sat on the boss's chair.

"What can you do for me..."

Ember murmured.

His eyes fell on the boxes on the table, and he suddenly threw them all into the drawer.

He held his forehead, calmed down his somewhat confused mood, and called Uncle Bai in.

"Sir, I need..." Uncle Bai said tentatively.

How did you find Miss Song?

Could it have any other purpose?

"Uncle Bai, do you think she looks like a spy?" Yu Jin crossed his hands into fists and put them between his eyebrows.

"..."

Uncle Bai didn't dare to say it.

Before Uncle Bai could speak, Yu Jin answered first: "Which spy would dare to be so arrogant."

"..." Is it possible to do the opposite?

Yi Yan waved his hand, signaling Uncle Bai to go out.

"..." Why did you ask me to come in?

-

Chuzheng didn't sleep well last night. The bastard gave her a mission early in the morning. If the bed in the room hadn't been strong enough, she would have kicked it to pieces by now.

Chu Zheng changed her clothes and went downstairs, where Yu Yan was already having breakfast downstairs.

The off-white knitted sweater has a slightly larger neckline and tilts to one side, exposing the shoulder and collarbone on that side.

The sunlight fell in through the glass and dappled his body. His whole body seemed to be immersed in the morning light, giving him a very warm feeling.

When he heard the voice, he raised his head and looked over, his eyebrows slightly curved, showing a tired and lazy smile: "Good morning."

Chuzheng took a few steps downstairs and went to the other side.

The spoon in Yi Yan's hand was gently placed, and his face gradually darkened.

However, the man came back quickly with a pair of slippers in his hand and threw them next to him: "Put them on."

The expression on his face turned from gloomy to sunny in an instant.

He actually put on his slippers obediently.

Uncle Bai watched from a distance and felt that this night, Mr. Bai seemed... to have changed a lot.

Isn't it true that your husband is in love?