Zhan Wuyou came out of the cafe only to find that it was raining outside.
Dim street lights, wet streets.
The sweltering heat mixed with the humidity of the rain surrounded him, Zhan Wuyou stood under the eaves of the coffee shop, feeling like he was put into a steamer. When I touched the back of my neck, there was already a thin layer of sweat on it.
His subordinates cleverly held up the umbrella and supported it above Zhan Wuyou.
Zhan Wuyou lowered his head with a gloomy expression.
A layer of water had already accumulated on the ground, and the dripping rain fell from in front of him, breaking into countless small water droplets, and quietly blending into the accumulated shallow water.
With a flash of boredom in his heart, he pushed open the umbrella and strode into the rain.
In order to save Su Xiaoyan, Yan Qing was one step behind him.
What I saw when I came out was Zhan Wuyou walking into the rain.
"Master Yan." The man holding the umbrella whispered, "Master Zhan is not in a good mood."
"Understood." Yan Qing glanced back indifferently, and said coldly, "Notify Chen Zhe to come pick him up, only when he comes can he recognize Su Xiaoyan and leave." After saying that, she took the umbrella and trotted to Zhan Wuyou around.
The rain that drenched on the body was suddenly cut off.
Zhan Wuyou looked up at the strong and dark umbrella above his eyes, and remained silent without opening his mouth.
"Go home." Yan Qing stretched out her arms to hug him and got into the car.
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Yan Qing held his knuckles that were slightly cold from the rain, and teased him in a low voice, "Why are you so unhappy? Didn't our master Zhan be satisfied with pinching just now? So, shall we turn around and call Su Xiaoyan over again to pinch?" Once again, this time I will never stop you, I promise to let you pinch until you are satisfied." He said to the driver, "Turn around."
Zhan Wuyou's face was cold.
This joke is not funny to him at all.
However, the driver had already turned around obediently, Yan Qing looked at Zhan Wuyou's cold face, and according to his current state, if he didn't believe it, he would rush back to the cafe and strangle him to death.
Naturally, he couldn't let Zhan Wuyou kill people.
Touching his nose and coughing lightly, he changed his words to Si Mian who had already turned around, "Turn around and go home."
The driver replied puzzledly, "Oh, yes."
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Zhan Wuyou has excellent hearing ability, he sensitively caught the driver's bewildered sigh. The voice seemed to be accusing him of being willful and arrogant, which made him suddenly sober.
After waking up, Zhan Wuyou felt a little guilty and uncomfortable, which is rare.
"My fault," Yan Qing was still coaxing him, "I shouldn't have let you go, but I was afraid of getting your hands dirty..."
It's really not like what Yan Qing can say, Zhan Wuyou was a little annoyed and a little funny, after thinking about it, he leaned his head on Yan Qing's shoulder as if showing weakness.
Yan Ye maintains plenty of exercise all year round, and his muscles are always in the most graceful and explosive state, and the feeling of leaning on it is excellent.
Zhan Wuyou rubbed his head lightly, and when he spoke, his voice trembled slightly, "Su Xiaoyan is right."
Yan Qing was afraid that he would not speak. As long as you are willing to speak up, you can solve it. "She... huh?"
Zhan Wuyou covered Yan Qing's mouth.
"Maybe it was me that she wanted to kill in her previous life, and you did it because of me... hmm?"
Yan Qing is not used to his troubles of hurting spring and autumn. Covering his mouth in the same way as a human being, his whole body was like a wild beast ready to go, turning over and leaning forward, directly trapping Zhan Wuyou in the position with his body.
Zhan Wuyou's back almost sank into the pain of the chair. A hot and tight body was pressed against the chest. Yan Qing's breath pervasively formed a narrow wall, trapping people firmly in the middle.
Every breath of Zhan Wuyou is his breath, and an indescribable sense of security surrounds him.
Yan Qing's handsome facial features glowed with an intoxicating look.
Zhan Wuyou's voice became low and hoarse, "What are you doing?"
Yan Qing leaned close to his neck, sniffed fiery breath on his small and white earlobe, and said two words in a deep and sexy voice, "Fuck you."
Although it was inappropriate, Zhan Wuyou had to admit that such a domineering Yan Qing was very appetizing to him, and he had a reaction.
The driver's arm trembled slightly. At this moment, he wished he could poke his ears deaf!
The ambiguous and wet sound of water sounded, and the two big guys behind started kissing passionately.
The kiss lasted about three minutes.
Three minutes later, the driver was kicked out of the car.
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There is nothing to worry about that cannot be solved by a good day's meal.
Zhan Wuyou woke up refreshed.
The first thing I did was to circle all the remote places within an hour and a half of my home. Then I considered deleting some.
"No more sleep?" Yan Qing came out of the bathroom and saw him sitting on the bed writing and scratching.
Zhan Wuyou found out the most suspicious points, and pressed the paper directly on Yan Qing's chest, "Send someone to look for it, maybe you can find the old doctor you haven't seen for a long time and the missing Mr. Assassin."
Yan Qing picked it up and took a look. Zhan Wuyou's targets were a reservoir in the neighboring area and a ruined temple next to it. He had unconditional trust in Zhan Wuyou, so he took the address and sent someone to check it.
The two packed themselves up and drove to Wu Zhai without even eating breakfast.
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Chef Yu, who was kidnapped by Yan Qing to Yan's house last night, woke up, and instead of waiting for the noble new apprentice, he got a call from the housekeeper—Master Wu calling him back to make dim sum.
Chef Yu said: "But Lord Yan hasn't..." Come back, he hasn't taught yet
"Master Zhan and Lord Yan are here." The butler said, "I'll be waiting for you."
Chef Yu, "...??" Okay, okay, it's just TAT who doesn't know what he came to do last night.
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When Chef Yu rushed back, the masters had already finished their breakfast.
When Master Wu saw him coming in, he ordered him to make some Wu Zijun's favorite snacks, and then put him down to prepare.
Wu Zijun was stimulated last night and is still sleeping. Wu Xinjing was worried that she would not be able to eat, so he wanted to prepare some snacks.
Zhu Xuan'an hadn't seen the goddess for several days, and couldn't bear it anymore early this morning, so he followed Zhan Wuyou with a stern face. Hearing that Wu Zijun likes to eat dim sum made by Chef Yu, he quietly followed him out, planning to steal a few tricks from his master.
As soon as the unrelated people left, the quaint waiting room became quiet, only a cup of tea was left boiling.
Wu Xinjing personally poured a glass for the two of them.
Stretching out his hand and pushing in front of Zhan Wuyou, he said calmly, "Tell me."
Zhan Wuyou didn't hide it, and said bluntly, "I died earlier, and I don't know as much as my mother. I don't pay much attention to business matters, so maybe I can't give you any advice."
At this moment, Yan Qing didn't think about the business war anymore. He frowned and asked selfishly, "How old are you?"
"31."
Yan Qing's face was ugly, she lowered her head and took a sip of tea.
Wu Xinjing held up his glass, and when he heard about this short-lived age, his face was not very good-looking.
He tried to make his voice gentler, "Talk slowly, I have plenty of time today."
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In front of his uncle, Zhan Wuyou didn't dare to say that his legs were broken by Yan Qing in his previous life, and all kinds of things were planned by Su Xiaoyan who was raised by him at home.
Simply skip these plots and start talking about Yan Qing's car accident in her previous life.
In his previous life, he was very aggrieved. It was only eight years after Yan Qing's death that he accidentally learned of his life experience.
At that time, he already knew it too late and missed many opportunities.
Even if he wanted to take revenge, he was powerless in the face of the Zhan family who had grown into a behemoth.
It took him two years and painstaking efforts to hold the secrets of the Zhan family in his hands, and he also used the contacts Yan Qing left for him to the extreme.
But even so, in his last life until his death, he was not able to overthrow the Zhan family, nor was he able to find Wu Zijun and see her with his own eyes.
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Zhan Wuyou spoke quickly, but the process was tortuous, and some understatements were skipped, causing Wu Xinjing and Yan Qing to frown.
But Wu Xinjing and Yan Qing are worthy of being called 'Masters'. No matter how angry the two are, they will not hit and yell.
It's just that the increasingly dark complexion is also scary.
When Zhan Wuyou finished speaking, the faces of the two of them could almost scare children in a haunted house.
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With a sullen face, Wu Xinjing drank the cup of tea in his hand, took the documents that had been put in the secret cabinet, and put them in Zhan Wuyou's hand.
"Here is the information of the Gran family, take a look." When he said this, his eyes lingered meaningfully on Yan Qing for a moment.
[The author has something to say]: Xiaoqing: What does your look mean? What's the matter, this family has killed me, how can it be related to me