Reminiscent of Qi Jin's crazily looking for Fu Yue these days, an absurd idea flashed through Lieutenant Li's mind.
He didn't dare to believe it: "Young Marshal is suspicious, the person in the school now is Madam?"
The tone was staggering.
The man didn't answer, and lowered his eyebrows, letting the pen in his hand smear a large ink on the paper.
Frowning and tearing the page of paper, Qi Jin moved slowly, elegantly and coldly.
The sound of the paper being torn off was particularly harsh in this huge study room. Against the gloomy face of the man, it made people shudder.
He gave an order indifferently, "Prepare the car and go to Bailu Academy."
Lieutenant Li nodded.
He silently lit a candle for Fu Yue in his heart.
Night fell.
The scenery outside the car window became pitch black, and only the thick and heavy clouds could be seen in the distance. It seemed that it would rain soon.
Autumn is getting stronger and the weather is getting cooler.
In the night, a car shuttled by, and the dazzling high beams broke the peaceful night.
The entrance of Bailu Academy.
Qi Jin's car was stopped. This new security guard is a dead-headed one, and he won't let him go no matter what he says. In the middle of the night, a phone call was made to the headmaster who was already soundly asleep.
The headmaster, holding back his anger, said, "Who is it!"
A low magnetic and clear male voice sounded, "I am Qi Jin."
Simple four words.
The headmaster ran through his mind in a drowsy sleep, and then woke up instantly. He almost dropped the phone in his hand, tremblingly said: "Qi, Young Master Qi, why did you call?"
Qi Jin said succinctly: "I was going to enter Bailu Academy, but I was stopped by the security guard at the door."
The principal laughed and said, "I'm really sorry, Young Marshal Qi, can you give that kid your phone number, and I'll teach him a lesson."
The dumb security guard answered the phone, and then he was scolded, "Lin Jueming, you are looking for death, do you know who you stopped? He is Young Marshal Qi, and you still won't let me go..."
After being scolded by his uncle, the security guard hesitantly let Qi Jin's car pass by.
The rain started pattering down, not heavy, but dense. The raindrops hit the person, and soon soaked into the clothes. The car stopped under the dormitory building.
The car door is opened.
A pair of feet wearing military boots stretched out and stepped on the ground, and then there were slender and straight legs, and the belt around the waist of the young officer flashed darkly in the night.
Open the black umbrella.
Holding the handle of the umbrella was a hand wearing a snow-white glove, slender and beautifully lined.
Before coming, Lieutenant Li had told Qi Jin all about the dormitory where Fu Yue lived and the dormitory number, and he remembered it very clearly.
The man's steps are fast.
Walking into the dormitory building, he put away the umbrella, then handed it to Lieutenant Li who was following him, and said lightly, "You don't need to come in."
Lieutenant Li nodded in agreement.
Fu Yue staying in her dormitory.
She had just taken a shower, was wearing a thin pajamas, and was lying on the bed with her head up, reading a novel for fun.
Suddenly there was a regular knock on the door.
No more, no less, exactly three times.
Fu Yue froze for a moment, and then a question appeared in his mind.
Who would knock on her door at this time
She hurriedly turned over, grabbed a coat and put it on, then moved to the door in small steps, across the door of the dormitory, her exquisite face was a little apprehensive, and asked in a cold voice: "Who is it?"