Quick Wear: Don’t Be Afraid of the Yandere Villain

"Yes." Ah Han looked obedient.

His appearance made Mr. Shu particularly satisfied, and he patted his shoulder contentedly: "Remember not to let the lady get close to any man. Report to me if there is anything unusual. I will have someone come to treat your wound later."

"Yes, thank you, sir." Ah Han said in a cold voice. Although it was a word of thanks, it was like an emotionless robot reading out such a line of words coldly.

Mr. Shu had long been accustomed to his behavior, so he never cared about it. If he cared about such trivial matters, he would have too many things to care about.

Ah Han looked at Mr. Shu's back as he left his room, and the corners of his lips curled up slightly. Before he hit his head with the ornaments, he received a message that Mr. Shu was in his room at that time.

If he returned to the room safely, he would definitely have some doubts and doubts, but it was different if he returned injured.

But... Ah Han glanced at his wound in the mirror. What should he say if Wan Ge saw him?

Ah Han sighed deeply. She would be unhappy, right? But there was no other way. He could only do this to dispel Mr. Shu's suspicion. It seemed that he would have to appear less in front of her these days.

…

However, not long after Wan Ge woke up, he found something strange.

Looking at the person who was somewhat evasive in front of him, Wan Ge felt a little strange. Before, the other party's hair was always combed meticulously, just like other people. If it weren't for that good-looking face, this hairstyle would make him look at least ten years older.

But it was different now. His bangs were a little messy and combed down. His hair was no longer meticulous, as if he had just washed and dried his hair, and also as if he had just woken up and got up. He looked much younger in an instant. At first glance, he looked like a teenager who had just become an adult.

Wan Ge approached the person and stretched out her hand to touch his hair. As a result, before she touched the person, Ah Han grabbed her wrist with a bit of teasing on his face: "Miss, what are you going to do?"

"When did you get hurt?" Wan Ge did not continue to touch his forehead, but asked such a question directly.

Perhaps knowing that he couldn't hide it at all, Ahan answered directly: "Last night."

"When it opened in my room?" Wan Ge couldn't help but lower his voice when he said this.

Ahan nodded lightly.

"Why? Are you afraid that my father will find out?" Wan Ge knew that he was not a person who would easily get hurt, and after thinking about it, it seemed that there was only this reason.

Ahan nodded again. It was indeed a fact that could not be concealed.

Wan Ge took a deep breath, but still couldn't help but lift his bangs. The wound had been treated, but probably because he was afraid that she would find something unusual, there was no obvious bandage.

Wan Ge glared at him and said, "You can be so cruel to yourself. If you get disfigured, I won't want you."

"You dare!" Ahan hugged him in his arms and warned in a low voice.

…

Wan Ge's expression suddenly became serious, and he whispered in his ear: "Ahan, out of morality, I won't help you find evidence, but I'll give this to you, maybe it will be useful."

Wan Ge took out a piece of paper with some special numbers on it.