When Jiang Yimian returned home, cleaned up the battlefield, and was about to take off her clothes and take a shower, she found that the clothes she had worn before had fallen at Feng Beiting's house.

And the carry-on scalpel!

He closed his eyes in regret, and Jiang Yimian couldn't help but say "tsk" and was speechless at his behavior.

She has always been very cautious, and I don’t know what happened today. It took so long to find out that the scalpel was not on her body!

I looked at the time and it was already two o'clock in the morning.

At this time, knocking on someone’s door seemed a bit bad.

Let's go again tomorrow morning.

Thinking of this, Miss Jiang stood up decisively and prepared to go into the bedroom to rest.

When she passed by the coffee table, she looked at the business card left by the locksmith just now, raised her eyebrows and put it in the drawer of the shoe cabinet.

What if there is such a bad luck again...

*

Downstairs of the apartment.

A black car was parked under a tree, and the kushu was sitting in the passenger seat fiddling with his phone, while Naruto was playing on the screen.

When Naruto was charging his ultimate move, the door of the driver's seat was opened from outside. A man wearing a black mask got on the car with a lock-opening tool box. He had slender phoenix eyes, long black short hair, and a slender figure.

He took off his mask and showed an overly white face. If he looked at his appearance simply, he belonged to the classical and cold "beauty".

But, it’s not the case as soon as you open your mouth.

He threw the box into the back seat in disgust, and Skylark scoffed, "Using this kind of thing to unlock is simply an insult to my technique!"

With a "click", Yushi locked his phone, and turned his head and glanced at him expressionlessly.

"Why did the Fourth Master suddenly ask me to install a locksmith? Is there any link in the plan?" After pulling his hair twice, the skylark was so sarcastic that he broke through the rearview mirror and took a look.

In the eyes of Zhushi, this picture seemed to draw an idiom: scratching your head and making fun of it.

"No." He opened his lips and replied concisely.

"So, it was really Miss Jiang who accidentally locked the door?!"

"Um."

Their plan was only until the fourth young master forgot to bring the key and Miss Jiang’s water pipe burst. Any number of coincidences would arouse her suspicion.

That's right, everything that happened tonight was arranged in advance, and every detail was carefully planned, just like a program on the radio, there was no need to worry at all, because every one would be performed.

But Zhushi didn't expect that the "protagonist" would add the show himself.

"The task is done, withdraw." Skylark said, ready to start the car and leave.

"Wait."

Prison Temple pointed to the window where the lights were on by the management office, "The tea-brown young man, get rid of it."

After a pause, he added a few more words, "Be more civilized."

“…”

civilization?!

How can we be civilized? Will we sing the Great Compassion Mantra for the other party after killing him?

"Didn't the Fourth Young Master say that he wants to be a good person in front of Miss Jiang?"

Understanding that he misunderstood his meaning, Jue Temple reluctantly explained, "It's not a substantial erase."

“That’s…”

"I won't let him appear in front of Miss Jiang again in the future, otherwise you and I will not have to appear in front of the Fourth Young Master again in the future."

"……clear."

He nodded with his fate, and the skylark took a last look at his beauty, then moved the rearview mirror back to its original position.

He thought sadly that it would cost money or time for others to pursue girls, but his young master was fine, but his subordinates.

well……

Heart is disheartened.

*

The next morning, Miss Jiang sat sleepy on the toilet thinking about life, and her mobile phone was buzzing and trembling constantly.

She squinted her eyes and picked it up, but she didn't even look at the caller ID.

"Hey?" The voice was confused and obviously not awake.

"Xiaomian." Liang Qiu's voice was the same as hers, and he was probably woken up in his sleep. "The police are urging the autopsy report."

"oh……"

Miss Jiang was a little angry. Like her hand-loving fetish, although it was not serious, it did exist.

Early in the morning, she came to talk to her about work before she could fully wake up. Her pretty little face sank, her voice was muffled and full of displeasure. "Master, just tell them that I can only deal with a piece of shit at a time, and I will give it up."

Liang Qiu: “…”

Is this girl's mouth covered with arsenic? Why is it getting more and more poisonous?

Thanks to Liang Qiu's phone call, Jiang Yimian woke up a lot.

She suddenly remembered that her clothes were still there. If she wasted her time, she might go out to work.

So, wash up at the speed of light.

Her hair was tied casually, and a strand of her head was stubbornly raised, and she couldn't suppress it no matter how hard she pressed her temper. As soon as Miss Jiang got angry, she directly put the hat behind the T-shirt on her head.

When Jiang Yimian rang the door bell opposite the door, he waited outside the door for a long time but no movement.

He lowered his head and glanced at the wrist watch, frowned slightly.

It was only 8:00, so early?

She subconsciously puffed her cheeks, poked her index fingers, and slowly turned around and went home. She didn't expect that she would hear a "click" sound from behind her as soon as she walked to the door.

Feng Beiting's evil and eccentric face appeared at the door. I wonder if it was because he had just woken up, but his face was a little pale.

"Sorry, I only found that your clothes were here after washing up yesterday, but because it was too late, I was worried that I would disturb you to rest, so I didn't send them to you." The voice was a little hoarse, as if I was dragging myself out of his throat, and even coughed twice while talking.

After saying that, he gave her the neatly folded clothes in his hands, and a scalpel with a cold light was placed directly above.

"Don't say that..."

She was embarrassed.

Taking the clothes, Jiang Yimian's eyes moved from his hand to his face, "Are you sick?"

"A little cold." He looked indifferent.

Jiang Yimian listened and felt a little relieved.

Could it be that it was because she had a cold because she splashed all over the water when she repaired the water pipe yesterday?

"I have medicine at home, do you need to give it to you?"

"No need, thank you." While speaking, Feng Beiting held his hand on the door frame, as if this was the only way to stand firm, "Just sleep."

"...Then I won't disturb you for now, you can have a good rest."

Before leaving, Jiang Yimian said to him with a rare kindness, "If you feel really uncomfortable, you can come to me."

Although she usually "diagnosed and treated" people, she just caught a cold and there was no big problem.

"Um."

Feng Beiting responded almost imperceptibly, and then closed the door with a "bang".

Jiang Yimian guessed that he should be eager to lie back on the bed and rest.

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Chapter completed!