Ruan Baichun, who was also shocked and broke out in a cold sweat, stayed in the villa and dared not go out.
Of the fifty masters she sent out, none of them came back.
Not only that, but she also received a 'confused' warning.
Because she had already lost fifty masters due to her selfish desires, and now the target of hunting is offering a reward of fifty people for Ruan Baichun's life.
This wave of upside-down irony hits the face again.
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Ruan Baichun thought he couldn't compete with the fifty masters.
It is self-evident who was sacrificed in the end.
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But she wasn't without a way out.
It's just that if she can give up the title of Mrs. Zhan and give everything she's gained over the years to Confused, the organization won't let her die, at least they will prepare a fake corpse for her.
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But she is not reconciled!
She has been planning for so many years, and she will soon get everything she wants.
If you fall short at this time...
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As Zhan Wuyou's bone shrinking teacher in 'Confusion', An Yansen approached him at this juncture.
He entered the villa without seeing anyone, and cut straight to the point, "How did Zhan Wuyou set the clock?"
Zhong Zai's right to speak in 'Xiao' is very important, if he can be disturbed, it is only a matter of time before he can hold the whole of Hu in his hands.
Ruan Bai Chunni Bodhisattva crossed the river, and could not protect himself. He also forgot about Zhong's affairs.
"Why did you ask this suddenly?" Ruan Baichun gently covered his face with his hands.
Her face was slightly pale, and the wrinkles at the corners of her eyes were much more obvious than a few days ago. When he spoke again, his voice was a little hoarse and weak, "He took Zhong's order, and the order was completed beautifully, and it caught Zhong's eyes."
An Yansen was thoughtful, "I heard that the young master of the Zhong family is back?"
Ruan Baichun moved his hands away from his face and took a deep look at him.
After a long while, he said disappointedly, "You still have the mind to think about these things now? I've come to this point, yet you tell me about the young master of the Zhong family?"
An Yansen raised his eyebrows slightly, and retorted, "What are you doing to provoke that local snake?"
What Ruan Baichun urgently needs now is to solve the problem, not an afterthought accountability.
In particular, it was An Yansen who said this.
Her throat was dry, and she only felt anger rising from her chest, and it burned all over her body in a blink of an eye.
The whole person stood up from the sofa and shouted, "Shut up! Is it interesting for you to say this now!"
"Okay, okay." An Yansen had no intention of arguing with Ruan Baichun, took her hand, pushed her back on the sofa, and returned to the topic, "Calm down, what I'm talking about now is for you , it’s a turnaround.”
"Young Master Zhong has returned to China. He once placed an order in 'Confusion' to find someone whose appearance and characteristics are basically the same as Wuyou, but today, Zhong specially called me over to ask some questions, all of which were related to Wuyou. I I suspect that the person Young Master Zhong is looking for is Zhan Wuyou."
Ruan Baichun's hand was still being held by An Yansen, a slight heat came from her palm, her voice slowed down a lot, "What use is this to my current situation?"
An Yansen shook his head, laughing at her stupidity, "You are Zhan Wuyou's adoptive mother, when you encounter trouble, you ask Zhong for help, do you think he will help?"
"...You mean," Ruan Baichun looked at him, "Let me use the name of Zhan Wuyou's adoptive mother to rescue Zhong?"
"If Mr. Zhong really likes Wuyou, he will naturally persuade Zhong to help you. If he doesn't like it, it's okay. You can still let Wuyou go to Yan Qing to listen to the wind, maybe Yan Qing just fell in love for a while. If you are confused, you just withdraw the killing order?" After a pause, An Yansen slowly said the most true thought in his heart in a joking manner, "If you don't do anything, throw away the identity of Mrs. Zhan and come back to me .”
Ruan Baichun's eyes moved slightly.
An Yansen waited quietly for a while, then heard her say, "I'm going to find Zhong right now."
An Yansen sighed inaudibly, and his tone returned to normal, "I wish you good luck."
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Zhan Wuyou is brooding over the car accident that will happen half a year later.
As soon as it was dawn, she urged Yan Qing to go back.
Yan Qing lay side by side on the bed with him. There was no expression of joy or anger on his face, and his voice was the same as usual.
He opened his mouth and only said three words, "Roasted chicken feet."
"..." Zhan Wuyou glanced at Yan Qing, and found that he was serious about asking for roasted chicken feet, and coaxed softly, "Go back and roast it for you."
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Both of them were in bed and hadn't gotten up yet.
The windows were also drawn tightly so that no sunlight could penetrate.
When Zhan Wuyou woke up, he looked at his phone, and estimated that it would be half past six in the morning.
If I leave now, I can still get home before lunch.
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He was counting the time, when Yan Qing suddenly turned over, leaning on top of Zhan Wuyou. A broad hand holds Zhan Wuyou's narrow wrist, and he puts both hands together above his head. His handsome face was buried in his neck.
While speaking, his breath sprayed on Zhan Wuyou's neck, which was itchy and numb, "What do you want to do in such a hurry to go back, huh?"
Zhan Wuyou was irritated by the sexy low magnetic voice, so he couldn't help shrinking his neck, and whispered, "Go find Su Xiaoyan."
"Why are you looking for her?" Yan Qing's voice was hoarse than usual when she woke up.
Zhan Wuyou's irritated scalp felt a little numb, "Ask her, ask her something... ah!"
Yan Qing suddenly bit his neck.
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Early in the morning, a healthy body was already a little excited, but Zhan Wuyou was a little bit overwhelmed when Yan Qing happened again.
He took the initiative in most of the things between the two of them, and Yan Qing took the initiative once, and the excitement was particularly prominent!
If reason hadn't told him to stop immediately, he would have taken the initiative to meet him now.
"We really have to go," Zhan Wuyou pushed Yan Qing away with the utmost restraint, and said hoarsely, "Go back... ah!"
Yan Qing lowered her head, and bit him again at the original position.
Zhan Wuyou's voice also became low and hoarse, "Go back, come back again, I, I really have something urgent." The last few words were accompanied by a faint panting.
"here,"
Yan Qing raised her head from Zhan Wuyou's neck, and looked at him closely with a pair of deep and charming eyes. With a low voice, he added the last three words, "It's also very urgent."
Zhan Wuyou looked at him for a while, and felt that his whole body was about to be sucked into his pupils.
Throat joint rolls up and down several times.
In the end, he couldn't hold back, and gently kissed him.
…
It was already noon when the two of them went downstairs.
The corners of Zhan Wuyou's eyes were red, and now he supported his waist and slowly sat on the private plane with a look of kidney deficiency.
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Yan Qing is full of energy, and the original gloomy aura has been replaced by briskness, which seems a bit approachable.
Zhan Wuyou gave him a sideways glance, and closed his eyes blindly.
The seat beside him felt a sinking feeling, and then a big warm hand stroked his lower back, gently rubbing it.
While pressing it, he leaned into his ear and asked, "Is the strength enough?"
Zhan Wuyou remained silent.
When the two were on the bed, he yelled stop several times, his eyes were red from crying, and his noise was hoarse. This man was like a pile driver, endless.
Is this going to come over and show your respect
late.
Zhan Wuyou made up his mind to ignore him.
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Seeing his tantrum, Yan Qing didn't feel annoyed, instead she seemed to find something interesting.
Press it with your palm.
Being pressed so lightly, Zhan Wuyou actually felt sleepy, and when he woke up, he was already on Yan Qing's super big and super soft bed.
And Yan Qing was sitting by the bed, flipping through the documents on the long legs with one hand, and gently pressing his waist with the other hand.