Su Mian was lying on the bed, she was already very sleepy. But Han Chen was still taking a shower, so she waited.
After a while, the bathroom door was pushed open, and Han Chen came out wearing pajamas and holding a razor. The pajamas were soft and elegant, printed with dark gray stripes, which gave him a noble and lazy temperament. He put one hand on the washstand, looked in the mirror, and began to scrape the little bit of cyan beard that came out of his chin.
Su Mian suddenly became interested, jumped out of bed and ran to his side: "I'll shave it for you."
Han Chen, who had just taken a shower, was so beautiful that one could see his heart beating. He looked at her lightly with his steamy eyebrows: "You will?"
"I can't learn it." Su Mian answered boldly, looking at him expectantly.
Han Chen smiled, turned to face her, and handed her the razor in his hand. Then one hand pressed against the wall behind her, the other hand was in the pocket of her pajamas, and looked down at her: "Do it."
The space in front of the washstand was already cramped, and when he got so close, he obviously loved and shaves normally, but suddenly it became... very ambiguous, sexy, and tempting.
Su Mian's brain became hot, and she said without thinking, "You are really... Pretty Han Chen."
Pretty Han Chen obviously didn't like this title, so he lowered his head and kissed her. His face was dimly lit by the light, and his brows were stern. This kiss was very provocative and punishing, with her lips nibbling repeatedly. It was not until Su Mian was kissed that he whimpered and begged for mercy that he let go of her, and the two of them shaved their beards solemnly.
Although Su Mian was carefree, she was very meticulous and gentle. After smearing his face with foam, it scraped along his cheek a little bit. She shaved very carefully and looked up at him slightly, her eyes shining brightly. Han Chen stared at her intently, but there was a sound in his mind, the "little junior sister" that Xu Nanbai called her before he fell off the cliff.
In his chest, some chaotic coldness rolled over.
There is no doubt that the woman in front of him is a special existence for the seven-member group. That's why they didn't kill her that year, so Xu Nanbai shouted a little junior sister when he was about to die.
From the first day he met her again, he knew that she could understand the pain and needs of a psychopath so meticulously, even tenderly, but she was also so firm and clear that she would never agree.
Is this also the quality of her that attracts them
They had taken her away from him and her original life.
And he finally found her.
This time, do they want to do it all over again
…
Thinking of this, the hand he put on her waist slowly tightened.
"What are you thinking?" Su Mian looked into his eyes.
But he took the razor from her hand and threw it on the washstand. He couldn't help but lower his head and started kissing her, answering vaguely: "Well... I wonder if I want to... draw a straight line today."
"When one is full and warm, one thinks of lust!" Su Mian pushed him away, "I'm going to sleep."
Han Chen felt sorry for her in the end, smiled, let her climb back on the bed, looked up at the time again, it was still early, just eight o'clock.
"I sent the car to be repaired." He changed his clothes, picked up the car key, walked over to the bed and touched her head, "You go to sleep first."
"Well, come back early." She said softly.
He put his hands in his trouser pockets and walked towards the door: "It will wake you up when you come back."
It took Su Mian a second to react, "..."
He is always like this, quietly playing a hooligan!
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Su Mian slept soundly. Since living with Han Chen, she has rarely dreamed.
I do not know how long it has been.
At a certain moment, her legs trembled lightly, as if she felt something.
She suddenly opened her eyes and woke up.
It was dark in the room, and the surroundings were very quiet. But in the half-dream and half-awake just now, she seemed to hear something. It seems that it is just an illusion.
"Drip" sounded softly.
This time, she really heard it.
The voice came from the door of the living room. Her palms suddenly oozes faint sweat, lying on the bed without moving, looking in the direction of the door through the hidden door of the bedroom.
She could tell the voice just now.
Since the last time she was nearly strangled by that mysterious person—perhaps Xu Nanbai—Han Chen had installed infrared alarms on every window and door of the house. If someone breaks in, the police will be called immediately.
And that flashing alarm sound just now...
Someone is dismantling the alarm equipment.
He was about to enter the room silently.
But what he probably didn't know was that Han Chen had installed a second, more sophisticated alarm at the door of the bedroom. Every time Han Chen went out, he would turn on two switches. If this person steps in, the alarm will whistle immediately, not only will the building security be alerted immediately, but the alarm signal will also be sent directly to Han Chen's mobile phone and the police duty booth of the local police station at the gate of the community.
But the person who came is most likely one of the seven-member group. A little carelessness may be the difference between life and death. At this moment, Han Chen is not here, Su Mian can only rely on herself. She took a light breath, closed her eyes and opened them again, a lingering pride surged in her heart.
She sat up almost silently, dragged a thick wooden stick from the corner of the wall with extremely slow movements, walked slowly to the back of the door, stuck to the wall, and stood very still.
After waiting for about ten seconds, I heard a very soft sound.
The door was pushed open.
There were no footsteps, no light or shadow, but she was sure that the man walked in.
He walked very slowly, and after about ten seconds, Su Mian saw a person through the crack of the door and walked outside the bedroom door.
There was almost no light, and the man was pitch black all over his body. Su Mian roughly saw that he was wearing a peaked cap and mask, and could not see his face at all. Tall... Appears to be tall and thin.
The quilts on the bed were piled up like they were, and it looked like someone was lying there. Su Mian's heart beat faster and faster, she held her breath, and then she saw a foot in sneakers stepping on the ground beside the door.
It's now!
The sharp alarm sound suddenly rang through the whole room, and the man seemed to be startled, and his footsteps stopped. The wooden stick in Su Mian's hand smashed towards his head like lightning!
Bang - a muffled sound, the man groaned in pain, and ate a stick on his back. Su Mian didn't say a word, raised the stick and was about to strike again, who knew that the man would not dodge or dodge, but looked up at her, and said angrily, "Sister Su Mian! I finally found you! What are you doing? Hit me as soon as we meet!"
The voice was very loud and young, and the tone was very aggrieved.
No matter how vigilant Su Mian was, he was stunned by what he said.
But this is the moment!
He squeezed her wrist like electricity, Su Mian was in pain, and the wooden stick came out of his hand.
He chuckled lightly, and his tone was completely different from the previous one. "Su Mian, this trick is pretending to be crazy. You taught me back then, did you forget it?"
Su Mian's heart shuddered, but her tone was very low, "How could I forget..." As he spoke, he kicked his belly and shrank his hand back to avoid his shackles.
The two were temporarily tied.
At this moment, the alarm bell rang suddenly downstairs.
"It's pretty fast..." He murmured, and with a flash, he exited the bedroom door. Su Mian was about to chase again, but he turned his back to her and said, "Stop, if you don't want Han Chen to die."
Su Mian froze for a while, staring at his back: "What do you mean?"
He laughed again, lowered his hat, and replied, "I'm here to deliver a letter today. The letter has been delivered. I'm leaving. I can't beat you all the time. Of course, I have to secretly plant a bomb on Han Chen's car. As a talisman, put it in the front of the car you crashed today. If you go one step further, I will blow him up."
Such cold words, but he said it lightly and with a smile. Su Mian couldn't tell the truth from the fake for a while, so he didn't dare to move. In a blink of an eye, he walked out of the living room door.
"Who are you?" Su Mian suddenly shouted.
He thought he would definitely not answer, but when the door was closed, he heard that almost soft voice sound again:
"Sister, I'm a. Your once dearest brother—a."
Su Mian's heart trembled, and he rushed out of the door, but the corridor was empty, and there was no place for him. On the contrary, there were a few policemen who hurriedly climbed up the stairs. What she cared about most was Han Chen. She immediately turned back to the house, turned on the light, and found her mobile phone to call him. Only then did she realize that there were already several missed calls from him on the vibrating mobile phone.
The call is connected.
"How are you?"
"Su Mian?"
The two spoke at the same time, both in a hurry.
Su Mian immediately said, "I'm fine, I'm at home. Get out of the car immediately, there's a bomb on it!"
Han Chen was silent, but quickly replied, "Impossible. I checked the car before I used it. The car was delivered to the dealership just now, and it was being repaired, but no bomb was found. I'm almost at the community, so stay tuned. move."
After hanging up, Su Mian threw the phone on the sofa and cursed.
Caring is messed up and deceived.
But he was a master demolitionist, and he was also a psychopath who was uncertain. She couldn't risk Han Chen's life anyway.
The lights in the room were bright, but the brief few minutes of fighting made her uneasy as she was overwhelmed, and subconsciously murmured the name he just left...
a.
At this moment, she caught a glimpse of a white envelope on the coffee table for no reason.
A just said that he is here to deliver a letter.
Her heart jumped, and she rushed over immediately, took out the gloves from the drawer and put them on, and then picked them up.
Very delicate white paper, painted with gold borders, and even has a faint aroma. Three words were handwritten in black ink on the envelope:
"To Black Shield".
The font is very free and easy and beautiful.
She carefully opened the envelope, and inside was an equally delicate and beautiful piece of white paper.
One person's handwriting is on the paper.
Only two lines were written.
But her eyes widened instantly. Suddenly looking up at the calendar, today is the 3rd.
On the paper, it was written:
"7:7 on the 7th.
we will come. "