"Osa, can you give me some time?"
"How did you know that I live here—" Before he finished asking, Dongfang Han suddenly thought of a certain classmate in his class, his face sank, and it was probably a good thing that she did.
"Xiaohan, okay?" Zhang Zichu asked her hopefully.
After a long silence, Dongfang Han released his hand and turned to enter the house.
Seeing this, Zhang Zichu's eyes brightened, followed in happily, and closed the door lightly.
"What's the matter with me?" Dongfang Han stopped and looked back at him. Then she noticed that Zhang Zichu's face was injured. Even though the bandage was applied, the corner of her mouth was scratched by her nails. It was completely covered, and suddenly remembered a sentence Li Na once said, a face is very important to the actor. When Zhang Zichu was made like this, Dongfang Han suddenly felt a trace of guilt.
So she ignored Zhang Zichu and opened the drawer as if she was looking for something.
"Xiaohan, I say goodbye to you. Today, Shuya and I are going back to the company."
Hearing this, Dongfang Han's motion in his hand paused, and then he returned to his cold expression, and said, "Really."
Although her attitude had long been expected, Zhang Zichu still inevitably felt disappointment and sadness in her heart.
"Take it!" As the words fell, a thing was thrown in front of him, and he quickly reached out to take it with his eyesight and hand, and opened his hand to see that it was a bottle of wound medicine.
"Applying this to the wound will recover quickly." It was still that plain tone.
However, for no reason, he suddenly became happy.
Maybe, she still can't bear him. Maybe, she still cares about him.
"Can you help me? Just like before."
Dongfang Han was taken aback for a moment, before she could react, he was already held in his arms by the people who walked to him. Zhang Zichu hugged her, as if returning to the good time when they did not know each other's identity, and smiled and said, "It doesn't matter if we don't help. If we could be together like this forever, Xiaohan, it doesn't matter, I don't Forcing you, so please give me some time, at least please believe that I don't want to hurt you, and don't allow others to hurt you."
"Even if your employer ordered you to kill me?" Dongfang Han suddenly asked him like this.
Zhang Zichu acted for a while, then just smiled silently, lowered his head still so gentle and kissed her forehead with a warm breath, and said softly, "Xiaohan just remember, whether I am Zhang Zichu or Yasha, From the beginning to the end, the one I love the most is you."
On this day, Jiang Xin Group came to a special guest.
As soon as Dongfang Han got off the bus, he got approval from Gaoyuan and came here directly to wait for that person.
People who come and go, including the lady at the counter, are full of curiosity about this girl who is wearing a hat and covering her face tightly, and she looks like she has just returned from a trip and looks young. Should still be a student.
"Miss Dongfang!"
At this moment, as the voice behind her sounded, she turned her head and looked at the man who called her. After not seeing him for a while, Jiang Jie seemed more haggard than that time, and even saw a few strands of white silk caught in his black hair.
There is no news about the son's disappearance. He has tortured the man no longer.
"Mr. Jiang." Dongfang Han took off the mask on his face and nodded politely to him.
The people around were surprised to see the girl's true appearance. It turned out that... She was a very beautiful little girl.
"Go and talk in my office." There were so many people around, Jiang Jie asked Dongfang Han to go up.
"Okay." So Dongfang Han put on his backpack, and followed Jiang Jie up the elevator under the eyes of everyone's puzzled and curious.
Until they came to the office, Jiang Jie closed the door, looking back at Dongfang Han with a trace of excitement in his eyes, and quickly asked: "Is it Xiaoxi that has news?"
For a moment, Dongfang Han reacted quickly and slowly took off the hat on his head and nodded at him, "You can also say the same."
"Where is he? Tell me!" Jiang Jie strode to the front of Dongfang Han and asked eagerly.
"He..." She paused, was silent for a moment, and then said again: "I can't be sure which country he is in now, but he asked me to convey a word to you. He wants to say to you,'I'm still alive'."
Dongfang Han clearly saw that after he finished saying this sentence, Jiang Jie's face showed a touch of silence and loss that could not be hidden.
"It seems that in his eyes you are much more important than my father." When he said that, he couldn't help smiling bitterly, with a bit of helplessness.
Hearing this, Dongfang Han didn't know how to answer for a while, because she didn't know how to comfort people, and she didn't know how.
"Miss Dongfang, thank you very much for not giving up looking for Xiaoxi, and I am also very grateful for you to tell me the news! The person who forced Xiaoxi away is not you, but me." His words were full of helplessness and self-blame. , And a touch of sadness.
Yes, after Jiang Junxi disappeared. He understands what is most important. If things can happen again, he may be willing to have a good talk with his son, so that he won't be so.
"Mr. Jiang..." Dongfang Han's voice paused, but then stopped again, and did not continue.
Perhaps, she didn't know what to say.
"Miss Dongfang, don't you mind if I interrupt you a little longer." Jiang Jie said at this moment.
Dongfang Han nodded at this time. I saw Jiang Jie turned around and walked to the desk to open the first drawer, then took out a photo inside and returned to Dongfang Han, and handed it to her.
"This is my deceased wife, Xiaoxi's biological mother."
Dongfang Han looked at him suspiciously, but he reached out his hand to take the photo and looked down. What he saw was a beauty with black hair, a slim figure, snow-white skin, and brown Danfeng eye bands. It's a bit coquettish, very charming and attractive. This point is very similar to Jiang Junxi. No, it is more accurate that he inherited the advantages of this woman, "I don't understand what you mean." After returning to the subject, Dongfang Han raised his head with the photo and asked the man in front of him incomprehensibly. .
Jiang Jie looked at her with a complicated gaze that she couldn't understand, and said softly, "She was named Lu Manman. She was once a colleague of your Gaoyuan teacher. She was also a member of the Federation a long time ago. Just like you, she is one. A magician."
Dongfang Han didn't know when she left the Jiang Xin Group, she walked aimlessly on the noisy street.
After Jiang Jie told about Jiang Junxi's mother, she spent a lot of time thinking about this matter that she shouldn't have thought of. In this world, everyone thinks that magicians with abilities like them shouldn't exist, there are always such strong distinctions between people, and those that are not in accordance with the rules.
Teacher Ai once said that it was not their magicians that was wrong, but the world, so cruel.
Once she was ignorant and indifferent like her, and she didn't care about the world outside her own world at all.
However, after listening to Jiang Jie's story.
Dongfang Han's heart seemed to slip past suddenly. There is such a touch.
Can't help thinking, it turns out that the man had the slightest hostility towards her, and he was particularly resistant to her existence. It turned out to be for this reason.
"Miss Dongfang, I said so, I hope you can understand why I once opposed you and Xiaoxi so strongly."
"You are not suitable, and I don't want this peaceful life that Xiaoxi's mother exchanged for her life to be disrupted by you."
"I'm sorry! As a father, I really don't want my son to follow in my footsteps. I have already made an unforgivable mistake."
The man said so much because he was afraid that she would make his son repeat the same mistakes
What a ridiculous and sad reason.
…
At this time, Dongfang Han was about to put on the sunglasses in his hand again and was about to leave this street, when suddenly a person walked towards him and accidentally hit her shoulder when he passed her by.
"Excuse me, are you okay?" a surprisingly nice voice.
She stopped, looked back, and saw a man dressed differently from the tradition, looking at him embarrassedly.
A foreign godfather? But he speaks Chinese fluently.
"Miss, are you okay?" The man looked at her worriedly at this time.
"It's okay." Dongfang Han glanced at the prominent tattoo on his forehead, then quickly retracted his gaze.
The man didn't say anything more, and after smiling slightly at her, he turned and left, but at the moment when no one noticed, an unexplained smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
Watching the strange godfather leave, Dongfang Han's mobile phone rang, and when he picked it up, Wang Ye's name was displayed on the screen, which surprised her, but quickly picked it up.
"Dongfang Han, is that you?" Still that arrogant tone.
"How did you know my new number?" Dongfang Han frowned slightly.
"Mr. Smidt told me! What's wrong? Who do you think you are, can't I call you yet!" He said in a disdainful tone.
Dongfang Han didn't bother to care about this guy, and went straight to the subject: "What can you do with me?"
"I called you to remind you that you may have been targeted by the'DH' organization, or there may be other organizations."
Hearing this, Dongfang Han was startled, "Speak clearly."
"Then I'm going to make a long story short. During a mission, I found that the suspects were wearing bracelets with the letters'DH' engraved on their wrists. Later I learned that you were also cared for by this organization a lot."
"Don't talk nonsense with me, you know I am impatient." Dongfang Han's eyes sank.
Immediately after a disdainful voice came from the other end of the phone, he continued: "At that time, I found a drawing on the scene with five tattoo designs on it. They were white tiger, wild wolf, eagle, python, and black dragon."
Hearing this, Dongfang Han's pupils suddenly tightened.
The tattoo behind him seemed like a scalding scar that couldn't be removed, and then it started to ache again.
"If I remember correctly," Wang Ye paused and said, "A few years ago, I saw that the tattoo on your back looks very similar to the black dragon on the drawing. Although you think I am nosy, But if this matter is related to you, then you have to be careful! Because those people seem to take this matter seriously, as if they are looking for something. Dongfang Han, don't die."
Hanging up the phone, Dongfang Han slipped a drop of cold sweat on his forehead, and began to feel intensely uneasy. If what Wang Ye said was true, she remembered that the tattoo on the back of the man who killed Teacher Ai was not exactly similar to her. Python pattern