"I want to confirm with you the details about Liang Xi's disappearance." He calmed his expression and threw out the bait.

"you say."

"I found out here that she disappeared once before she disappeared when she was 18 years old, did she?"

"right!"

"Do you know where she went during that period?"

Upon hearing this, Jiang Yimian shook her head in disappointment.

She heard from her master that Sister Liang Xi was in very good condition when she returned home, like a spoiled young lady, and there was no sign of being abused.

But for some reason, she would remain silent whenever she mentioned her whereabouts for more than ten years.

later--

Perhaps she couldn't bear to see the master, and the master's wife was worried about this, so she finally admitted that she promised others not to say it, and that they just needed to know that she had not suffered.

Her master thought that this was the case, and he never asked again later.

"I found out that she was adopted by a family."

"real?!"

Feng Beiting raised his hand and signaled her not to be too excited. "It's a small town next to Chicago, but it has been rebuilt now. If you want to find someone along this clue, it may take some more time."

"Is there any information about the person who adopted her?"

"It's a couple, older than parents of her age, and the rest..."

"Thanks!"

Maybe Sister Liang Xi ran away secretly because she missed her foster parents.

Or maybe it was her adoptive parents who came to pick her up.

Anyway, no matter which one it is, this is at least one direction.

"Where is the specific location of that town?" Even if it is rebuilt, the people who have lived there before are still there. Although it is time-consuming and laborious to find it, it is better than looking for it like a headless fly before.

Feng Beiting paused for a moment, then wrote down an address for her.

"I've arranged someone to go there."

"Then I also want to tell my master, maybe he has friends to help." Over the years, her master has walked everywhere and met many people.

“Okay.”

"Feng Beiting, thank you." She looked at him with her eyes focused and serious, "If you have any help in the future, just speak, except..."

She paused, her eyes flashed slightly.

Feng Beiting chuckled, "Do I look such a despicable person?"

Su Fu: You are not like you, you are the only one.

Prison Temple: Yes.

The people who were on the melons saw through and didn't say it out loud, Jiang Yimian, who was kept in the dark, shook his head repeatedly.

She didn't think he was despicable, she just couldn't see through him.

"I just think that you gave me a promise and I will ask you to fulfill it if you need it in the future." At the end, he added without any despicability, "It won't be about feelings."

"……Um."

The words "I'm sorry" have already reached the mouth, but after the light glanced at the Prison Temple and Su Fu beside her, she swallowed it back.

She even had a moment of doubt, would these two people be the ones he found as shields...

As Jiang Yimian walked out of his house, the warm color in Feng Beiting's eyes gradually faded.

Thin, a layer of frost appeared.

As he turned around, Yu Guang caught a glimpse of the prepared breakfast on the dining table, and his steps stopped slightly.

A sandwich with rich ingredients, an egg, and a cup of hot milk.

Heat was coming out just now, and a thin light smoke was coming out.

Now, the milk is no longer steaming, and the edges of the sandwich are gradually getting colder and harder.

Feng Beitinghan walked over with a face, his eyebrows full of resentment.

Clang!

All the cups on the table were swept away.

The printed porcelain plate and glass cup fell to the ground and smashed it. The sharp sound of the porcelain pieces passing through the floor tiles made Su Fu shrank and secretly moved a small step behind the Prison Temple.

Pure white milk flowed silently, spreading to Feng Beiting's feet.

He lowered his eyes, glanced casually, and his handsome eyebrows frowned slightly.

This color...

Too light.

He still prefers cherry juice, the color of blood, which is bright enough.

Su Fu Zhan hid behind the prison temple tremblingly, and his hand that was pinching the phone almost had no cramps.

The phone screen is still on, showing a read message.

【Let him come to see me.】

After swallowing a few hard times, Su Fu whispered, "The Fourth Young Master... The eldest Young Master wants to see you..."

After the words finished, there was no response for a long time.

Her face turned pale because of scaring.

After a long time, Su Fu seemed to hear Feng Beiting's voice.

"Um."

He half-squinted his eyes and responded lazily, like a cat.

*

When Feng Beiting went out, Jiang Yimian also wanted to go downstairs to buy things.

As soon as she turned off the door handle, she heard Su Fu's voice coming from the corridor. She immediately let go of her hand and let the door lock fall down again.

In extraordinary times, it is better to avoid contact unless necessary.

Thinking of waiting for Feng Beiting and the others to leave before going out, Jiang Yimian took the door mirror and looked out.

It doesn't matter when I see this, but unexpectedly I find that Feng Beiting's clothes today are very different from usual.

In my impression, he often wears warm colors, such as beige.

Although there are dark colors, most of them are formal clothes worn when going out.

But today—

He wore a casual suit in pure black.

It feels strange.

Scattered, mysterious, dangerous.

When the last word came out of my mind, Jiang Yimian was shocked.

Why did she think he was dangerous?

In front of me, the scene of him coming out of the police station a few days ago appeared inexplicably.

He was covered in blood and stood in the wind and looked at her and smiled.

Some strange thoughts popped up in her heart, which swept away Jiang Yimian's interest in going out for shopping. She collapsed on the sofa, swaying her two little feet, and suddenly felt bored.

If it weren't for the incident last night, she would have licked her face and went to Feng Beiting to borrow two novels.

Now……

Thinking of the novel, she suddenly remembered Su Fu.

By the way, what novel did that girl write?

I heard him mention it once when I was chatting with Feng Beiting. He said that Su Fu wrote trash to children who were ignorant of the world and earned too much money.

The disgust between words is unconcealed.

Jiang Yimian was a little curious.

She didn't know what Su Fu's pen name was, and with the idea of ​​guessing, she typed out the word "Su Fu", and without surprise, a lot of links popped up.

Some are the author's name, and some are the heroine's name.

She chose the most forward link in the author's name and clicked in, and saw a book title that looked like a small train.

"I want to act like a spoiled person in your arms"
To be continued...