Rose didn't know whether to be happy or sad for a while.

Men are what he has seen since he was a child, and she understands the joy of men because of their own kind, but she is also afraid that men's paranoid personalities will do things that not only hurt others, but also hurt themselves.

Rose sighed deeply, and the black suit behind her stepped forward to help her.

"I'll take you to rest. ”

Rose didn't move, but looked up into the man's deep eyes.

"West Night, did I do something wrong?"

"If I hadn't told Xiaoyi the truth, he wouldn't have become what he is now. ”

"What a sunny and cheerful boy he was, but now he ......"

Crystal tears slipped from Rose's eyes, and Xiye carefully wiped them with distress, as if she was treating a treasure.

"It's not your fault, he has the right to know the truth. ”

"Besides, sooner or later he will know the truth, you just told him everything you know, what's wrong?"

West Night held Rose's face and said earnestly word by word.

"But ......"

Rose wanted to say something, but West Night didn't give her another chance, and instead hugged her sideways as Rose whispered.

"You're tired, I'll take you to rest. ”

"Western Night ......"

Rose looked at the man's angular face as if it were an artist's carving in disbelief, and her face was slightly red.

"You're a little weird today. ”

When Xiye heard this, he also looked at Rose, but there was still no expression on his face, but the trembling hands holding Rose had betrayed him.

"After all these years, don't you know?"

"Only you can shake my emotions, and only you can drive me crazy. ”

"Western Night ......"

Rose's nose was sore, and tears were about to fall again.

West Night withdrew her gaze from Rose and regained her composure.

"Get a good night's sleep, I'll be with you. ”

Hearing this, Rose did not speak again, but closed her eyes obediently.

Seeing this, Xiye slowed down, looking at Rose's sleeping face, and the corners of her mouth hooked up an imperceptible smile.

From the birth of Rose to watching her change from an innocent girl of eighteen to a woman of all kinds of styles at the age of twenty-eight, he has been very satisfied.

Quietly accompanying her like this, looking at her, he was happy enough.

An Qiyue stood cautiously at the door holding the half of the wine bottle just now, listening carefully to the footsteps from far and near outside, and a bloodthirsty smile on the corner of his mouth.

The doorknob was gently turned from the outside, and An Qiyue held the wine bottle in her hand a little tighter, ready to go.

At the same time, the man turning the doorknob outside the door had a look of ambition on his face.

The door opened, An Qiyue quickly raised the wine bottle and rushed towards the man, but the man held the wine bottle with his bare hands, and the blood fell to the ground drop by drop.

Bright flowers bloomed on the snow-white velvet carpet, and the two were evenly matched, and neither of them was willing to let go.

An Qiyue still didn't have a trace of expression on his face, but there was a hint of doubt in his gaze at the man.

The man, on the other hand, was even more excited, and the smile on his face added some paranoid madness to the scene.

This is the art of the devil.

Just when the two were at a stalemate but neither of them would give up, the footsteps of a large number of people rushing over were getting closer and closer to the two.

An Qiyue looked at the man angrily, and in his head was thinking of a way to get out of the way.

It definitely won't work for so many people to come by force, and the only way is to hold the man in front of him hostage.

But this man's strength is no less than herself, and for a while, she can't contain him.

Thinking of this, An Qiyue frowned a little irritably, and pushed the wine bottle harder and harder, but the man seemed to expect it, and let go of An Qiyue's wrist at the same time.

An Qiyue rushed forward under the effect of Guanli, and was about to fall to the ground, but the man grabbed An Qiyue's waist and fished An Qiyue back.

The man's strength is very strong, and An Qiyue can stand firmly, but he meets the man's smug gaze.

The use of brute force is definitely not going to work, and it is not a good way to fight hard.

The man in front of him is obviously not afraid of death, and he can still laugh when his hands are injured like this, which shows how crazy he is.

An Qiyue began to look at the man in front of him seriously.

The man has a high nose and big eyes, like a prince in a Western fairy tale.

It seems to be innocent and harmless, but Ann July has completely disproved this theory through this short few minutes of contact.

The man has the nobility and temperament of a prince but is somewhat unkempt, the loose and fat shirt is loosely put on the upper body, the three buttons under the neck are not fastened, revealing the snow-white neck and skin, and the lower body is wearing a pair of shorts, revealing thin legs that can see bones.

A man's whiteness is not the kind of white in the traditional sense, but a sickly whiteness unique to people who have been sick all year round.

The man's eyes are also a little blue, and a little stubble appears on the chin, which can also be seen from these two aspects that the man's sleep quality is not good.

But it is precisely because of this that An Qiyue is even more puzzled about why a man who is sick all the year round, does not sleep well and is skinny has so much strength?

An Qiyue retracted his gaze and looked directly into the man's bottomless eyes.

"Who the hell are you, and what the hell do you want to do?"

As soon as An Qiyue's words fell, noisy footsteps came from behind the two people.

The man turned his head in displeasure, and everyone immediately retreated in horror.

The man closed the door, walked slowly to the sofa and sat down, looking at An Qiyue with a smile.

"Let me introduce myself, my name is Yang Chenyi, and I am the owner of this club. ”

"Oh, I almost forgot, I'm also the leader of the BQ organization. ”

"The BQ organization, on the other hand, is an organization that specializes in training killers. ”

"As for what I want to do?"

Yang Chenyi dragged out a long tail note, and looked at An Qiyue with great interest.

"Hehe, don't be nervous, I just want to meet you. ”

An Qiyue laughed instead of being angry when he heard this, and his cold eyes shot at the man, almost shooting a hole.

"Just to see me?"

"Oh, if you just want to see me, why bother, where can't you see me, how can't you see me, and why bother to put on such a show. ”

Hearing this, Yang Chenyi stood up and approached An Qiyue, applauding as he walked.

"Sure enough, it's someone I like, smart enough. ”

"However, I'm not lying, I really want to see you, but it's you who I want to see, not Ann July. ”

The killing intent in An Qiyue's eyes burst out when he heard this.

"Do you know what you're talking about?"

Yang Chenyi had been staring at An Qiyue, so he caught the subtle changes in An Qiyue's eyes, and he was even more sure of his conjecture in his heart.

Yang Chenyi leaned in the direction of An Qiyue again, attached his mouth to An Qiyue's ear, and said word by word.

"Of course I know what I'm talking about, I observe you, oh no, I've been observing Ann July for a long time, so I know who you are. ”