Jian Zechuan seemed to have fallen asleep and his breathing was steady. Xin Ai turned to look at the white sky outside, looking forward to the arrival of dawn but afraid of it.
Even after resting for several hours, her body was still too tired to move, but her mind was exactly the opposite, extremely clear-headed.
She didn't dare to close her eyes. As soon as she closed her eyes, Zhao Tiande's face appeared in front of her eyes.
I didn’t dare to contact Li Anhe even if I wanted to.
I wonder if he is at the police station now, or if the police will find her.
Maybe at dawn, the police would come to her and take her away.
Xin Ai's mind has been in chaos since she left Shunxiang Hotel last night, but she can still be so calm in front of Jian Zechuan, pretending to be clever and pleasing him, as if nothing happened, even to her I thought it was a miracle that I could survive.
It was as if there was a little devil living in her heart, supporting her through difficulties time and time again, and dragging her deeper into hell again and again.
Xin Ai bit her lower lip hard, feeling as much fear as she felt in her heart.
Zhao Tiande was her last clue, and now it was broken. He died in front of her without any warning.
Who is the murderer hiding behind the scenes? How did he know that Zhao Tiande was going to meet her at the Shunde Hotel, and how did he expect that she would open a bottle of wine
Zhao Tiande was not dead yet, so he called the police.
Someone who controls time so accurately must be someone who is very familiar with the situation in the room.
Xin Ai couldn't help but doubt Li Anhe again, but it was wrong to think about it carefully. If it was Li Anhe, she would have been caught by now. Didn't the other party want to frame her as a murderer
If the opponent fails to succeed this time, will there be other moves next
A biting chill rose from the soles of her feet and soon spread throughout her body. Xin Ai trembled and leaned closer to Jian Zechuan's arms.
The only road ahead is blocked. What should we do next
The hand hidden behind her back must be very powerful in Mingdu. Can she be able to fight
Xin Ai suddenly thought of something in his mind, and his body stiffened suddenly. Is there anyone in Mingdu who has more power than Jian Zechuan
Thinking of the many previous clues involving Jian Zechuan, Xin Ai couldn't help but have an idea pop up in his mind. Zhao Tiande's death last night...
She didn't dare to think about it anymore. The embrace that originally felt warm suddenly turned cold.
Xin Ai's body was shaking violently, but her heart became clearer and clearer.
Regardless of whether she has a relationship with Jian Zechuan or not, she must make her relationship with him more stable and firm.
It would be best if it had nothing to do with him. As long as she stayed with him and got his protection, few people could touch her.
If you dare to touch Jian Sanye's name as a woman, you must think of Jian Zechuan.
If she has anything to do with Jian Zechuan, then...she is really far away
phase, it will get closer and closer.
Realizing this, Xin Ai couldn't sleep even more. The first ray of sunlight shone through the window and fell on her face. She stretched out her hand to catch the sunlight, but the light slipped through her fingers.
Xin Ai smiled. What was she thinking? Did she think she had a chance to get close to the sun
Getting up from Jian Zechuan's arms, Xin Ai felt very uncomfortable. Every step he took was like being on the tip of a knife. In just a few steps, his forehead was already sweating in pain. Xin Ai took a breath, gritted his teeth, and continued walking.
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At 7 o'clock, the midsummer morning sun fills the room.
Jian Zechuan opened his eyes, but there was no one around him. He reached out and touched the place where Xin Ai lay, and it was already cold.
Being able to get up so early, it seems that last night, it seems that last night was less stressful.
Jian Zechuan stood up slowly, and the sunlight fell on his body, as if reflecting on jade, moistening it with a layer of cool light.
After taking a shower and coming downstairs, Jian Zechuan smelled the aroma of rice coming from the kitchen as he walked on the stairs.
His steps paused, and he was slightly surprised. Xin Ai got up so early just to make breakfast
He suddenly remembered the photos she would send to Jian Si's phone every morning and evening.
Somehow, she felt a little weird in her heart. Did she know that Jian Si's cell phone was in his hand
Xin Ai came out with the cooked porridge. The moment he saw Jian Zechuan, his face was immediately filled with a smile, "Third Master, get up."
"Um
. "Jian Zechuan walked down.
Xin Ai put down the porridge and wiped her hands on her apron twice, "You... do you want this?"
Jian Zechuan nodded.
Xin Ai walked over with small steps and took his arm: "Can you go after breakfast? Can you try the millet porridge I made? I always skip breakfast in the morning. It hurts my stomach."
"I also steamed steamed buns and fried egg pancakes. The pickled radish I picked last week is just right to eat. It's crunchy and is especially delicious with porridge."
Jian Zechuan was silent, expressionless, and his eyes were cold. When he woke up in the morning, he looked like two different people from the fiery and ferocious one last night.
Xin Ai took courage and gently pulled him towards the dining table: "Just one bite, taste it. If it doesn't taste good, can you walk again?"
Jian Zechuan glanced at Xin Ai's hand. Her hand was small and fleshy, with a little flour on her fingernails, which had already been rubbed on her sleeve.
According to his temper, he should have pushed Xin Ai away in disgust at this moment, and then went upstairs to take a shower and change clothes again.
However, he thought so in his heart, but his body did not do so.
Xin Ai's grip was not tight, and Jian Zechuan could break free with just a gentle tug.
She walked very slowly and didn't have much strength. She just pulled Jian Zechuan and moved to the dining table little by little.
"Third Master, sit down."
But this time Jian Zechuan didn't cooperate. He looked at her indifferently, looking so aloof and aloof.
Xin Ai filled a bowl of millet
He held the porridge in front of him with both hands: "Try it, I cooked it in a casserole. After rolling it, I simmered it on low heat for a long time. It's delicious."
Jian Zechuan did not accept her enthusiasm. He glanced at the smoking bowl of millet porridge with a faint fragrance without even moving his eyelashes.
Xin Ai bit her lip, it didn't matter, there was no chance to create an opportunity, there was no way to create a possibility. She was never afraid of Jian Zechuan's rejection. She gritted her teeth and stood on the chair while holding on to the table. In this way, she was taller than Jian Zechuan.
Now, she is really no worse than a female warrior, and she even admires herself.
Xin Ai's porridge was cooked very well, it was thick and soft. She added lily in it, and the fragrance was overflowing. She took a spoonful of it, blew it gently, then brought it to his mouth and said softly: "Taste it." One bite, just one bite, if you don’t think it tastes good, I won’t do it again, okay?”
Xin Ai worked hard to coax, as if coaxing, a picky baby.
Jian Zechuan felt as if something was arching in her heart. She looked at herself expectantly, with a soft smile on her lips, like a virtuous and gentle little wife.
He actually felt pretty good about her like this.
Maybe it was because the aroma of the porridge in the spoon kept getting into his nose, maybe it was because he spent too much energy last night, maybe he was really hungry, Jian Zechuan's thin lips opened slightly.
Xin Ai was overjoyed and hurriedly came closer and fed the porridge in the spoon.
"Third Master, is it hot or not? Does it taste good? Is it okay?"
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