Sir, Madam is in a gossip again

At the mouth stood a ruffian man with yellowish hair and a fierce face. He looked at Ji Liangchuan's eyes with awe and timidity.

"Say!" Ji Liangchuan stood impatiently and stared at the man at the door.

"Mr. Ji, I only found these, and others were erased. In addition... According to reliable sources, this matter has been tampered with many years ago. There's no way out. I'm sorry, I tried my best. " Huang Mao respectfully handed Ji Liangchuan the folder in his hand.

He quickly moved away when he touched the man's eyes in front of him.

It's really terrible. This is the first time he looked at this man closely.

Handsome and unrestrained, he was full of heavy killing.

It's better to leave quickly. He was watched by him. In the end, he died miserably.

"Keep checking."

"Yes."

The bodyguard took the document in Huang Mao's hand and waited until the footsteps left. He looked up carefully. Nothing seemed to have happened in front of the door.

"Brother Mao, who is he? He can make you change your face." The tall boy standing next to him wondered, so he asked.

"Don't bother and leave quickly. You can't tell anyone about today, or you'll lose your life. Let's go. "

"OK..."

The two quickly left, erasing all traces before they left.

On the way back, Ji Liangchuan opened the folder.

The bodyguard took a look at the man sitting in the back seat of the car through the perspective mirror. This has been on his mind for many years. Unexpectedly, it was empty in the end.

Hey!

The content of the document was very simple, and the death became a headless case in the end.

no

As long as you do it, there will always be traces.

Ji Liangchuan closed the folder, tore the paper to pieces and threw it into the trash can.

"Stop at the front restaurant and pack two dinners, one light."

"Yes."

When Ji Liangchuan returned to the hotel, Nangong Cheng had already fallen asleep.

"Open the door."

Click!

The waiter opened the door of nangongcheng's guest room. It was dark inside.

The bodyguard stood at the door. Ji Liangchuan came in and turned on the living room light.

Nangong Cheng slept soundly. He was in the quilt. One leg was exposed, and the bruises on his legs were very eye-catching.

Ji Liangchuan gently sat down. The air conditioner was fully turned on, which was a little cold.

He didn't wake her up either. He was tired all day. When he woke her up, he must blow his beard and stare at himself.

It's a headache to think about it.

Ji Liangchuan smiled at himself and ate dinner alone.

Nangongcheng woke up with the smell of rice.

Eh?

Is the light on?

She left the light on?

You must be confused.

Nangong walked out of the bedroom with bare feet. Leng Buding saw Ji Liangchuan eating elegantly, with one on the table.

"Sit down, yours." Ji Liangchuan said without raising his head. He seemed to feel something wrong. It seemed to be a matter of course.

Nangong orange sat down slowly and looked at Ji Liangchuan. There was a cold air floating on him.

Close to the feeling of freezing to death. She couldn't help moving away.

"Oh! How did you get in? It's disrespectful to me. It has violated my privacy. Do you think I can call the police and let you come in and drink tea? " Nangongcheng protested, then sat down and opened the lunch box.

Ji Liangchuan stopped. What's the structure of her skull