Si Zhao shook his hand, his fingertips scratching his palm.

"It's just, how should we investigate?"

The person on the other side smiled again: "That's your business." ”

Si Zhao pursed his lips and didn't speak, the man stared at him quietly, and after a while, he suddenly laughed and leaned forward: "Of course, if Mr. Si feels troublesome, I have another piece of news to sue you." ”

"Oh?"

"Just yesterday...... Lin Yu's partner, the heir of the Wen family," the man let go of his hand and leaned back on the seat: "He missed and injured his friend. ”

"What do you want to say? ”

The man raised his eyes, and his purple eyes seemed to have magical power: "Don't you think this is an opportunity? It's also very good to start with Lin Yu's partner." ”

“……”

After a long time, Si Zhao nodded, smiled and said, "It's a good idea." ”

The screen dimmed, and the man picked up his glass and drank the rest of the red wine. He stood up and opened the curtains behind him.

The transparent sky light immediately poured in from the window, and the sunlight was just right, where was the "night" in Si Zhao's mouth. They are clearly in the same time zone. Apparently, the man was hiding something from Si Zhao.

He stood in front of the window, admired the view, put down his glass, and picked up the picture on the table.

There are twenty in total, spread out on the table, and in each one, the girl in white and black hair only has her back.

He looked over one by one, his fingers sliding slightly, and pulled out the one that was pressed at the bottom.

The photo was a little blurry, as if the photographer couldn't control the trembling of his hands, but he could still see clearly the girl standing in the moonlight.

She faced the wind, her hair was blown flying, her expression seemed helpless, and she seemed to be displeased, and her hands were behind her back, as if she was about to jump into the night sky.

He showed Si Zhao nineteen photos, only the back or side, but this one, he buckled it instead.

The man looked at it quietly for a while, then he opened the drawer, picked between a row of lighters, and wiped the picture from beginning to end with a velvet cloth before lighting the flame.

He held the corner of the photo, and the pale blue tongue of fire quickly rolled up the suede paper, and soon the beautiful girl was engulfed in flames.

When the photos burned to ashes, the man let go of his hand and did the same, burning all the remaining nineteen photos.

After doing this, he picked up the flannel cloth and cleaned all the traces until the table top was clean again. The man let go of his hand, got up and left the room.

Sunlight poured in from the large floor-to-ceiling windows, and he walked slowly down the spiraling staircase, opening the side door of the living room, and a verdant verdant green appeared in front of him.

It is a well-constructed courtyard, where each plant is placed in the right place, and the foliage grows strictly according to the human-designed aesthetic.

The man stood under the vine flowers, and the gentle wind blew off the petals and fell into his hair, and he didn't care, just stared at the scenery in the courtyard. In his eyes, there was no trace of appreciation.

There are faint human voices in the distance. Sent into his ears by the wind.

"It's time for you to rest, master. ”

"It's been four hours, and your body can't take it anymore. ”

He parted the branches and walked in the direction of the source, the sun getting brighter and brighter, and finally he stopped: "Seya." ”

The young man sitting in the courtyard turned around, he had unusually pure blonde hair, and when he turned around, the strands of hair flew out, and the fine sunlight seemed to fall from his hair.

Around him, there were several well-dressed women, and the woman in the lead had a worried expression. Whispered persuasion something.

"Brother?" the boy smiled, "You're here." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, the woman's brow furrowed.

The boy said a word, but stopped talking, picked up the brush again, and smeared it intently.

The figure on the canvas already has a rough outline, and it can be seen that it is a woman, and Thea is smearing her black hair, but her features are not outlined.

This is obviously not in the order in which the paintings were drawn.

The man didn't ask much, he stood quietly beside Thea, watching him smile and devote himself to the painting, as if it were a matter of great pleasure to him. He had no time to be distracted.

But the woman beside him was obviously not happy, she stood up straight, and bowed her head reservedly: "Hello." ”

The man smiled slightly: "Miss Zhu Li." ”

Zhu Li raised her hand and stroked the hair on the side of her cheek: "You are a courteous gentleman and a successful businessman, and I am sure that you will understand that there are some boundaries that cannot be crossed. ”

The man listened quietly. After Julie finished speaking, he said softly, "Thank you for your advice." ”

"Julie," the boy put down his paintbrush, he raised his head, and his blue eyes reflected a broken light: "I am here myself, please don't blame him." ”

Seya sat up straight: "Now...... Julie. Please get out of here. ”

The young maids behind Julie exclaimed slightly, and they looked at each other, bowed gracefully, and apologized to the young man.

Then one of them grabbed one of Julie's arms, didn't give her a chance to speak, helped her up, and walked away briskly from the courtyard path.

The green leaves withered from the branches, and Seya kept a straight face, until the maids all left, he breathed a sigh of relief, and looked up at the man: "Brother, don't be angry, I will blame them." ”

A hand pressed on his head, gently rubbing the young man's soft hair.

"Julie just doesn't like you calling me brother. He said softly, "She was personally assigned to you by the head of the Theron family, don't embarrass her too much." ”

“…… But you're my brother. Thea pleaded softly.

The man smiled slightly, stopped continuing the topic, and instead looked at the boy's canvas.

"Thea," he asked softly, "what are you drawing?" ”

He waited for a while, but he didn't hear an answer, so he couldn't help but bow his head.

The boy stared at the canvas, his expression gentle as the first spring breeze. He reached out and gently stroked the girl on the canvas, his fingertips running over her dripping black hair.

"Brother, this is a Mizusawa fairy. Seya smiled, "She came out of the water." ”

“…… Why don't you draw her facial features?"

Seya shook her head, he was a little shy: "I'm sorry, brother, I hope ...... Only I know what she looks like. ”

Beautiful, mysterious, and elegant Mizusawa nymphs.

Everything about her is his own secret.

The boy smiled, a faint crimson on his cheeks, as if he was intoxicated by a sweet dream.

"Brother," he asked again, "will you be here...... I mean, you're going to be there. ”

Seya's voice paused for a moment before she hesitantly spat out the two words: "How long will you stay in China?"

The man stared at him, "Why do you ask this?" ”

Seya lowered her head, and he said uneasily, "I'm sorry, brother...... I can't tell you about this either. ”

"Is it a secret that belongs only to you?"

Thea nodded hesitantly.

So he got another rub of his head as a reassurance.

The man let go of his hand: "I think it will stay for about a week." ”

"You've come from the United States, and the jet lag hasn't come back yet," he said softly, "take a good rest, you can take your time in painting." ”

He persuaded him, but he didn't stop Seya strongly, but sat down on a wicker chair beside him, quietly admiring the young man's intricate technique of depicting the drops of water stained on the girl's hair in the painting.

Time flowed silently, and the sun gradually set in the west, until the twilight was four, and a man who looked like an assistant parted the flowers and trees and quietly walked to the man's side.

"Sir," he said softly, "as you expected." ”

At the same time, in the dilapidated residential building in the second lane of South Street, Su He was doing routine training, and when he dodged the last shot put, he stiffened and couldn't dodge.

Click, the small lead ball hit her body, and the mechanical voice of the electronic butler said: "The error rate has increased, it has regressed, and the senior battle is five scum." ”

Su He: "......"

She reached out and pinched the switch, turned off the chattering electronic butler, and picked up the shot put on the ground, but her expression was uncertain.

The divine power she injected into Guan Le's body was violently consumed.

It was enough power to support Guan Le until he recovered, and now this situation can only mean one thing - he is in danger of dying again.

But how is this possible?

Su He was puzzled, she threw away the shot put, and couldn't make up her mind for a while.

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