Chuzheng went up to the second floor and was guarded at intervals.
Uncle Bai pushed open the door of a room and made a gesture of please.
Chuzheng stepped into the room.
A faint bloody smell drifted over.
Chuzheng glanced at the room.
There was only one person sitting on the sofa.
The man looked lazy, like a noble and elegant cat.
Holding a string of beads in his hand, his white fingertips are slowly poking.
There were two people standing behind him, and three other people were standing in the room.
The man raised his hand, and the people in the room went out with Uncle Bai.
The door closed with a 'click'.
Ember propped her chin and asked lazily, "Miss Song, how did you find this place so late?"
Chuzheng walked over: "What are you doing?"
Ember looked around: "Miss Song thinks what I'm doing."
"Murdering is not good." Chuzheng sat across from him: "Are you killing people?"
There is nothing here.
Embers also looked normal.
The bastard reminded her.
That must be what he was doing.
"Miss Song, why do I need to do this kind of thing." Ember smiled: "You haven't answered my question yet."
How did you find it here.
Chuzheng's tone was indifferent: "You are not a relative of the royal family, what is difficult to find."
The bastard is looking for you, you can find it if you go to heaven and earth.
"Miss Song shouldn't know about this place." Ember leaned forward, resting her hands and elbows on her knees, and looked at Chuzheng: "Miss Song, you have to explain it to me."
"I don't explain it?"
Ember suddenly lifted the book on the table and aimed the black muzzle at Chuzheng.
The sloppy color on the man's face did not fade at all. He leaned back and raised his eyebrows slightly: "Miss Song, it is a bit lonely to die here."
In the face of such a weapon, the girl on the opposite side was not at all surprised or panicked or scared.
As if he was holding something very common.
The girl's lips parted lightly, and a clear voice circulated in the room: "You said just now that you don't need to do anything to kill?"
Embers: "… "
Is this the point
Isn't the point what's in his hand? !
Chu Zheng's eyes calmly encouraged him: "You shoot."
I'll kill you if you dare to shoot!
If you don't hit it, you'll be killed!
Don't think that you are a good person and I won't dare!
Rewind anyway!
Be fearless.
"… "
Ember stared at the person in front of him, and after a while he laughed, the hand holding the gun loosened, turned around his fingertips, and placed it on the table.
"Miss Song, I'm more and more interested in you."
"Very well, keep it up." Chu Zheng nodded solemnly, and the topic turned back instantly: "Are you killing people just now?"
"… "
Embers clearly didn't want to answer that question.
"Miss Song, I'll ask Uncle Bai to take you back."
Chu Zheng thought about it: "You come with me."
Ember's eyes narrowed, he turned the Buddha beads in his hand, and smiled after a long time: "Okay."
Ember got up, walked to Chuzheng, hugged her shoulders naturally, and leaned into her ear a little vaguely: "Let's go, go back."
-
When Uncle Bai saw Ember coming out, he hugged Chuzheng intimately, with a weird expression.
But didn't dare to ask.
It's better to keep your husband's business at bay.
Sitting in the car, Ember released her and looked thoughtfully at the passing scenery outside the window.
He turned his head suddenly: "Miss Song, I'm still curious, how did you find this place?"
Chuzheng is inscrutable: "Some things are better not to know." I can't say it anyway.
"I just wanted to know?"
"Then think about it." It's not that I don't say it, but it will be beeped if I say it.
Embers didn't ask any more.
If it was someone else who dared to talk to him like this, he would have died a long time ago.
However, this girl, he was not angry at all.
Arriving at the villa, Ember personally sent Chuzheng to the door of the room.
Chuzheng grabbed Ember when he turned around.
Ember turned back: "Miss Song can't bear me?"
Chuzheng clasped his wrist with his fingers: "I'll know when you leave the villa, you'd better not go out behind my back."
Ember was stunned for a moment, then turned to a loose smile.
He leaned forward with one hand on the door frame.
The two were facing each other, and they could almost feel each other's breath.
The light is ambiguous and the posture is ambiguous.
Ember made a gesture to kiss Chuzheng, but Chuzheng didn't react at all, just stared at him.
Finally, before touching Chuzheng's lips, he tilted slightly, his lips rubbed Chuzheng's cheek, and the hot breath fell on her ear.
"Miss Song, even if I don't go out, some things have to happen."
"Well, it's fine as long as you didn't do it yourself." Chuzheng's tone was indifferent, her hand holding Ember's wrist tightened, and she warned in a low voice: "If there is really something that needs to be solved, I can help you, I don't allow you The hands will be stained with blood in the future."
Ember remained in that position and did not move for a long time.
Chuzheng let go of him and kissed him on the cheek.
"Good night."
Click.
The door is closed.
Ember remained in that position, with his head down, unable to see the expression on his face.
- I can do it for you, I won't let your hands get bloody in the future.
Ember raised his hand and wiped lightly on his face.
He turned around and went upstairs as usual, opened the door, and sat on the boss chair.
"What can you do for me..."
Embers murmured.
His eyes fell on the boxes on the table, and he suddenly threw them all into the drawer.
He propped his forehead, calmed down some confusion, and called Uncle Bai in.
"Sir, I need..." Uncle Bai said tentatively.
How did Miss Song find it
Will there be any other purpose
"Uncle Bai, do you think she looks like a spy?" Ember crossed his hands into fists, pressing between his eyebrows.
"… "
Uncle Bai dare not say it.
Before waiting for Uncle Bai to speak, Yu Jin replied first: "Which spy dares to be so arrogant."
"..." Is it possible to do the opposite
Ember waved his hand and motioned for Uncle Bai to go out.
"..." What did you call me in for
-
Chuzheng didn't sleep well last night, and the bastard even gave her a task in the morning. If the bed in the room was not strong enough, she probably would have been kicked to pieces by now.
Chuzheng changed her clothes and went downstairs, and Ember was already eating breakfast downstairs.
An off-white knitted sweater with a slightly larger neckline that slopes to one side, exposing the shoulders and collarbone on that side.
The sunlight fell in from outside the glass, mottled on him, and the whole person seemed to be immersed in the morning light, giving people a very warm feeling.
He heard the voice, looked up, and slightly curved his eyebrows, showing a tired and lazy smile: "Morning."
Chuzheng went downstairs a few steps and went to the other side.
Ember put the spoon in his hand gently, and his face gradually sank.
However, the man came back soon with a pair of slippers in his hand and threw it next to him: "Put them on."
The face of the sinking embers turned from cloudy to sunny in an instant.
Even obediently put on the slippers.
Uncle Bai watched from a distance, only to feel that this night, Mr. seems to have changed a lot.
Mr. is not really in love, right