Wearing a mask, fall into pure love

The snow is getting heavier and heavier.

People are getting colder and colder.

"Oh." Moon Mu Chen should say.

Can no longer bear the weight of the snow, the snow on the eyebrow rustled down, filtered through the eyelashes, was dense into a drop of tears, hanging on the cheek.

"Oh?" Chen Yutian escaped the same words from his throat.

Moon Mu Chen's eyes are cold.

"You admit it?" He questioned.

Silence.

"Don't you want to explain?" He asked reluctantly.

She looked at him coldly. "What explanation do you want?"

"Explain why you asked him to let you go!" He roared.

"Because you don't let go." She answered.

He was stunned.

"So..." staring at the face engraved into the bone marrow, he stammered, "you still want to leave me... Right?"

"Yes." She answered simply.

His feet seemed to suddenly lose strength, as if two unconscious wooden stakes were stuck in the snow and could not move.

He grasped her shoulders violently.

Rather than holding it, it's better to seek a fulcrum and support yourself not to fall.

"So, you want to leave, why pretend, what do you want? Or... What agreement did you make with the old man? "

Moon Mu Chen looked at him expressionless.

"Oh," Chen Yutian suddenly remembered something and sneered, "did he promise you that as long as you behave yourself and play the role of the successor wife of the Chen family, when the Chen family's recent financial crisis is over, you don't need such a role to stabilize people's hearts anymore, so you can go?"

"I don't understand what you're talking about." Moon Mu Chen replied coldly.

Chen Yutian increased his strength.

"Since you want to go so much, why don't you come and beg me?" His voice is hoarse.

"Is it useful, please?" Her eyes were sharp.

He approached her face, with a evil and bitter smile in his mouth, "try it."

Moon Mu Chen threw off his shackles.

Chen Yutian stumbled and nearly fell.

"Boring." She dropped two words and turned away.

The words were scattered by the wind and buried by the snow.

In the snow, only one abandoned person gradually became an icicle.

"From the situation observed this week, there is still no sign of Russian intervention."

Chen Ze's voice came from the steamy bathroom.

"Didn't Bai Lu make any moves?" Chen Yutian's hoarse voice sounded.

"No. Apart from the time she stayed with the old man, she rarely had time to be alone. When she went in and out of the company, there were people around her, and the people she contacted were not involved with Russia. "

The air was silent for a while, and Chen Yutian's tired voice sounded: "I know, you continue to investigate."

"Yes."

Close the video call interface. Chen Yutian lies back and closes his eyes.

The sweat from his forehead slipped through the fog and flowed down his neck. His eyebrows were locked, his nose was slightly Xi, and Qingjun's face was full of fatigue.

After checking for so long, I haven't found any clues. Is it really not the terrorists in Russia?

But in this world, except his own grandmother, Mary Sharapova, a senior military doctor of the former Soviet Union, who has that kind of easy-looking ability?

His disfigurement was learned from the black notebook she left behind.

According to age, the feather that appeared in the cowherd's shop could not be her, but her heir.

It's too strange that he approached him twice and shot twice without killing anyone.

His current face and identity have no enemies at all, except the Russian terrorist organization he took away his dens ten years ago.

If someone had survived the explosion he made, if they knew he was still alive and sent a killer, and the killer happened to have something to do with his own grandmother

No, this reasoning is too far fetched.

He would rather believe that Bai Lu was afraid of his successor's identity and gave him demonstrations and warnings.

But the current survey results do not support such speculation.

What the hell is going on?

Being agitated, the figure who decided to leave jumped into his mind again.

He opened his eyes sharply.

After she left, he stayed in the wind and snow for more than an hour until he was found by the maid who kept watch for Chen Lingyou at night, and then he brought his mind back with a scream.

He was almost frozen into an Iceman.

At the thought of her, the body that had just recovered its temperature began to shiver again.

"What a cruel woman..." he smiled bitterly and closed his eyes.

Another drop of sweat slipped from the corner of my eye.