On the other side, country S.
While Tang Nuanhua was thinking just now, Song Yijun was already walking up the stairs of the tea house in S country.
She could hear her footsteps falling clearly on the wooden partition of the stairs, one after another...
Then, as if Song Yijun mustered up the courage, she went straight to the second floor in one breath.
After going up, Song Yijun was stunned.
Because at this time, on the second floor, there were at least twenty black-clad bodyguards in the small teahouse.
These bodyguards were taciturn and wore a pair of black sunglasses. They looked like they had been professionally trained.
In the center of these bodyguards, there was a magnificent grand master's chair carved from pure golden nanmu.
There is a man on the Taishi chair.
This man is Baicheng.
Although he was sitting casually on a Taishi chair, it could still be seen that he was very tall, wearing a gray suit, and his head of white hair was very eye-catching.
And under that anime-like white hair, there is a face that is fair and delicate, so beautiful that even women are impressed by it!
Although his facial features were not extremely handsome, they were extremely delicate and sharp-edged. Song Yijun was stunned for a moment.
There are many handsome guys in this world. Most of them have thick eyebrows and big eyes. They are generally very handsome. However, besides being handsome, they also have a slightly rough feeling and are full of the smell of male hormones.
But this rough feeling did not exist at all on the man in front of him.
Because although Baicheng is tall, his face is extremely delicate, and his facial features are even more delicate than a 3D doll.
Both the nose and the eyes seemed to be artificially fabricated. They were so small and handsome that they couldn't be more handsome.
At first glance, this person doesn't look like a big boss who controls the entire dungeon? He is clearly the handsome boy from Japanese anime...
Looking at the man in front of her, Song Yijun was dumbfounded and didn't know what to say.
But there was another reason why she didn't dare to speak, and that was that this man's temperament was very, very cold!
To put it harshly, the cold air emanating from Baicheng's body was exactly the same as the cold air in the morgue in the hospital.
The cold and cold feeling, as if you would be frozen three feet away if you say a word to him.
"Are you Song Yijun?"
Suddenly, Song Yijun didn't speak, but Baicheng spoke first.
What's surprising is that his voice is quite pleasant, gentle and cool.
Of course, Song Yijun would never appreciate such a person and would never dare to appreciate him, so she could only answer obediently, "It's me."
"Hmm, I'm quite handsome." Baicheng said with a chuckle, with a careless tone in his tone, "Then do you know who I am?"
"Of course I know."
Song Yijun nodded timidly at this time, as if he was a little afraid to look directly into Baicheng's eyes.
Then she said anxiously, "Aren't you the manager of this underground city, Baicheng?"
Unexpectedly, Baicheng sneered after hearing this, "Gu Jun told you this, right?"
That casual attitude is not only not scary at all, but is also inexplicably cute
However, Song Yijun decisively concluded that the "cute" impression was her own illusion. After all, if you think about it, you know that someone who can build such a glorious dungeon is definitely not cute!
So Song Yijun still maintained a high level of vigilance and replied, "Yes, Gu Jun is my former subordinate in China. He will usually tell me anything I ask."
"Really?" After hearing this, Baicheng smiled as if he didn't care, "But this little brat never listens to me."
Hearing this, Song Yijun smiled palely, "How could it be? For such a powerful person like you, who dares not to listen to you?"
"Maybe." Baicheng shrugged nonchalantly, and suddenly smiled childishly, "But it doesn't matter. Anyone who doesn't listen to me is already lying in the morgue."
As soon as these words came out, Song Yijun's body got goosebumps.
No wonder she felt as soon as she came in that although Baicheng was fair and clean, he gave people a very yandere feeling
Could it be that this person is a pervert
Of course, Song Yijun only dared to think about this kind of thought in her own heart. On the surface, she was still very friendly.
Then Song Yijun smiled and tried to find a topic, "I heard that you and my aunt are old acquaintances?"
"You mean Sister Ruoqing?"
When Bai Cheng heard An Ruoqing's name, the smile on his face became pure, "Yes, she and I are indeed old acquaintances."
"And Gu Jun should have told you that without Sister Ruoqing's help, I would definitely not be where I am today, so..."
After saying this, Baicheng paused, and then he suddenly stood up and approached Song Yijun step by step.
Song Yijun was so frightened that she quickly retreated step by step. In the end, she retreated to the corner of the table within two steps, unable to retreat.
Baicheng looked at her frightened look and found it inexplicably funny. Then he lifted up the teapot on the table behind Song Yijun and said with a smile, "Thank you for making way for me."
After saying that, Baicheng returned to the Taishi chair, took a porcelain cup from the table next to him, and poured himself tea nonchalantly.
While pouring tea, he picked up the topic idly and said with a smile, "You don't have to be so afraid of me. Since you are Sister Ruoqing's niece, I will definitely treat you well for Sister Ruoqing's sake. "
"But I heard that you seemed to be unable to survive in the country, so you had to take a private jet to escape overnight, right?"
Song Yijun was completely convinced. She cast a sideways glance at Baicheng speechlessly, thinking to herself that this person looked so weird, how could he know everything.
Baicheng naturally noticed Song Yijun's eyes, but he smiled nonchalantly, pretending he didn't know what to do.
Then he directly picked up a cup of tea, took a sip himself, and then added another cup.
Then I don't know where a knife was conjured up. I saw Baicheng playing with his hand twice, casually pulling out the scabbard, and then without hesitation, he cut a cut on his finger, and then squeezed it from the fingertip. A drop of blood, put into the cup.
The whole movement was done in one go, and Song Yijun looked on stunned.
However, just when she opened her mouth and was about to ask what it was for, Baicheng suddenly handed the cup to Song Yijun and smiled, "It's your turn."