The night was dark like a ghost. Su Mian looked out the window, the whole villa was quiet inside and out. Those crazy souls seem to have fallen asleep.
At three o'clock in the night, people sleep the most deeply. She got up and went to the bathroom.
After double-checking, confirm that there are no monitoring devices in the restroom. She took off her high heels, took off the heels, and took out the metal rims from her bra... This is not something she is good at, but Han Chen has taught her hand-in-hand, and she keeps it in her heart - the police's tracking level is no better than crime The gang's anti-tracking capabilities are inferior.
Unexpectedly, it came in handy today.
The simple radio communication equipment was about to be assembled, but she found that a part was missing. Come to think of it... Missing her metal lighter. That part is hidden inside.
When playing cards with a and t tonight, everyone lit cigarettes. As a result, A smiled and used her lighter.
I don't know if he was intentional or not, but Su Mian couldn't be too nervous at that time.
She remembered that she didn't seem to have a lighter in her hand when she left the living room downstairs.
That lighter, still somewhere in the living room
This is easy to do.
Su Mian just wore pajamas and slippers, messed up her hair, took out another cigarette, and pretended to be sleepy and addicted to smoking, pushed open the door and walked downstairs.
The villa was not completely dark. The wall lamp below the wall shone dimly. Spring night, still a little cold. Su Mian leisurely stepped on the light and went downstairs. When she reached the entrance of the stairs, she was stunned.
Two people are standing.
Two men in suits. Lean in build and calm. Seeing her, they were all stunned and said nothing.
Su Mian's heart skipped a beat, and she leaned on the railing and looked behind the two of them. Under the dim light, a man sat on the sofa. He was wearing a black suit, light blue fine-striped shirt, but no tie. One hand rests on the armrest of the sofa, the other holds a cigarette. The light burned slowly between his fingers.
And this time, on the night before the war, there was no way to avoid it, and they met on a narrow road. He was not wearing a mask, and there was no one else beside her. His face and posture clearly caught her eye.
Su Mian imagined countless times what this mysterious leader looked like. But she never imagined that he would be like this...
Warm as jade.
His fair face seemed to have no flaws; his dark eyebrows were as slender as a crescent moon; his eyes were clear and quiet, and his nose was tall and straight. The thin lips were slightly pursed, and she was more handsome and clean than any man she had ever seen.
It's just that look that can't be ignored.
Gentle, calm, dark, and bottomless. The corners of his brows and eyes, his gestures and gestures, have a certain decadent and wanton masculinity.
Su Mian has always been a person who is not afraid of heaven and earth. However, at this moment, when he was watching so quietly, he was inexplicably a little flustered. His temperament is too restrained and quiet, but he is more compelling than those arrogant killers.
There were slight footsteps behind him, and the two bodyguards actually left and left the living room. Only the two of them remain.
Su Mian smiled and walked to the sofa. But in the end, he was a little timid and sat down a meter away from him.
"Still asleep?" she asked.
He was silent for a moment.
"Well." He looked away, stopped looking at her, raised his hand, and took another breath.
Su Mian's eyes were sharp, and she quickly glanced around, only to find the lighter lying on the sofa cushion a foot away from him. This situation is not good at all. If it were someone else, Su Mian would still be able to gag and get the lighter back. can he? She didn't dare, she just felt that if she changed a little, he would definitely be aware of it.
Both of them were quiet for a while, and Su Mian asked, "Is there a lighter?" She lifted the cigarette in her hand, indicating her intention.
He took a lighter from his shirt pocket and threw it to her. Su Mian took it. It was a very classic zippo style: Angel Wings of Black Ice. The dark gray lighter lay in her palm, cool and heavy.
She lowered her head and lit her cigarette, took a deep breath, and threw the lighter back to him.
"Why haven't you slept yet?" he asked suddenly, his voice low and clear.
"Oh." Su Mian smiled, "I'm a little irritable and confused, and I can't sleep."
This is her usual tactic, to say vaguely, with a little emotion, to appear believable.
He didn't ask, just continued smoking. So Su Mian asked, "What about you, why can't you sleep?"
He poked the cigarette butt in the ashtray and threw it away. Then lowered his head, he seemed to smile. The man's every move was as quiet as a painting.
He replied, "I was thinking of someone."
Su Mian was suddenly at a loss for words.
This is a very strange feeling, the two are obviously "meeting" for the first time, and his words are also vague. But she suddenly felt a little uncomfortable, strangely uncomfortable.
"Oh..." she replied, her mind moved, and she asked directly, "forgot to ask, what is your code name?"
He looked up at her. She also looked at him casually.
"s." he replied, "call me s."
"S." She smiled and nodded, shouting.
There seemed to be a very faint smile in his eyes.
The two chatted for a while. But no crime, no talk of the people on the team. Instead, talk about favorite books, movies, music, and talk about everyday things. Su Mian was a little surprised to find that his reading was so broad, and he read deeply about astronomy, geography, mathematics and philosophy. She had never heard of many book titles, but he could explain and summarize for her in very simple words, which shocked her greatly.
He also has many interests and hobbies in common with her. Like movies and music you like. He even studied forensics, criminal investigation, and criminal psychology. Forensic science, in particular, seems to have years of study background.
Su Mian even had a ridiculous thought in her heart—if he hadn't been in the hostile camp, if he hadn't been the leader of a criminal organization, maybe the two of them would have really become best friends. Even he and Han Chen might have a very good relationship.
Of course, she was just thinking about it. She knew exactly what her purpose was.
It is to bring all criminals, including him, to justice! Eliminate this big cancer for the society!
And in front of him, this handsome and jade-like man is actually the center of the cancer...
We chatted for over an hour and smoked a few cigarettes. Su Mian yawned, covered her mouth with her hand, and smiled, "I'm sleepy, I'm going to sleep."
Thinking this was a goodbye, he turned out the cigarette butt and stood up. It seemed that he was going to take her upstairs
Su Mian smiled, "Good night." As soon as she stood up, her face suddenly stiffened. She put her hands on her chest, frowned, and sat down again.
He took her arm almost immediately: "what's the matter?"
A strange feeling flashed through Su Mian's heart, but she didn't react immediately. Because she was all thinking about the lighter she was looking for. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw that it was not far from his side. So she took a deep breath and whispered, "I have been eating irregularly recently, and my stomach has been hurting a little bit. It hurts, can you... pour me a glass of hot water? I'll be fine for a while."
Feeling his burning eyes, always stop on his face. She didn't raise her head either, but continued to cover her stomach with a bleak face.
"Okay, don't move." He said softly.
"Yeah." Su Mian secretly glanced at the lighter again.
Seeing that he got up to pour water, there was no one else in the living room. Su Mian stretched out her hand, and as quickly as lightning, she picked up the lighter and stuffed it into her pocket. Then he breathed a sigh of relief.
In a blink of an eye, he had returned with a cup of hot water. Su Mian pretended to be leaning on the sofa and continued to gently rub her stomach with her hands. She can't be too fast, can she? So he still frowned and hummed slightly, showing a bit of bitterness.
"It hurts?" he asked softly, putting one hand on the back of the sofa behind her and handing her hot water with the other. This seemingly casual and intimate gesture made Su Mian a little uncomfortable.
"Well..." she replied in a low voice, "it hurts." She took the water from his hand, but as soon as she raised her head, it met his line of sight.
Su Mian was suddenly stunned.
This was originally her simple trick, and it went very smoothly. She drank the hot water, and after a while, she could lie and claim that it was relieved a lot, and then she could go upstairs and go back to her room to assemble her wireless transmitter.
But at this moment, she met his eyes.
How could he look at her like that
Concern, distress, persistence, deep obscurity and pity. The emotion in his eyes was too heavy and suppressed, just because she pretended to be in pain, and he showed such a dark gaze that it seemed to drown her
Su Mian's heart suddenly trembled.
An incredible thought just rushed into her mind. All the causes and consequences, all the doubts and worries, their big lies, her step by step sinking, and she suddenly realized that she was enlightened.
But this possibility is so unbelievable, how could he, how could he be unfamiliar with her, who had no relationship with her...
Her fleeting look of surprise also clearly fell into his eyes. And his body movement is also a meal.
Time seemed to stand still at this moment.
She sat on the sofa, suspicious like a stormy sea in her heart. And he maintained a close posture, almost wrapping her in his arms. As for the cup of hot water poured for her, she reached out to take it, but he hadn't let go. The fingertips of the two people, the same cool and slender fingertips, seemed to touch each other.
In just a moment, she understood his affection.
And he also noticed that she understood.
If Su Mian felt unbelievable just a second ago, his silent gaze at this moment was the most silent and direct default.