In October, Anseong was rainy and rainy.

By the time Wen Lebai came back to his senses, the car had stopped at the garden gate of a sunken villa.

She paid, held an umbrella, and got out of the car.

A man in a black suit was already waiting at the door.

Wen Lebai looked at him secretly as he walked towards him.

Under the black umbrella, the man was about fifty or sixty years old, with silver threads on his temples, a majestic face, and sharp eyes.

It should be the person who talked to her about Xiao Shang's condition on the phone in the past two days and called Uncle Liu.

It is rumored that Xiao Shang, the second young master of the Xiao family, is Xiao Qinhong's illegitimate son, who almost lost his life many years ago because of a sensational kidnapping case in Ancheng. After that, he was sent to the United States for treatment and recuperation, and did not return from abroad until the year before last.

I also heard that this Second Young Master Xiao has a violent temperament and a very strange temper, and several psychiatrists who came before were scared away for some reason.

If it weren't for Gu Yao's request, she wouldn't be here, and she didn't want to intersect with such a person.

"Miss Wen, please come inside. ”

Uncle Liu led her to the villa.

The villa was dimly lit, and Wen Lebai followed him up to the second floor, the wall lights casting a faint cold light on the heavy carpet, and through the wide and deserted corridor, they stopped at the penultimate room.

Uncle Liu turned around, didn't seem to plan to go in with her, and said, "Mr. Xiao is resting inside, don't knock on the door, just go in." ”

There was a silence in the air.

Wen Lebai was inexplicably a little uneasy, she rubbed the fine sweat in her palm, and asked aloud: "Is there anything I need to pay attention to?"

"Mr. Xiao likes to be quiet and doesn't like others to touch him. After Uncle Liu finished explaining, his tone was flat: "If Miss Wen has any needs, you can come to me at any time." ”

"Well, thank you. ”

"You're welcome. ”

Wen Le sent Uncle Liu downstairs, turned around again, looked at the closed door in front of him, hesitated for a moment, gently unscrewed the doorknob, and walked in.

There was only one orange wall lamp in the room.

The curtains were closed, and by the faint light, Wen Lebai saw the man sleeping on the bed.

She closed the door softly, slowed her steps, and slowly walked to the edge of the bed.

Shadows were intertwined, and the orange light cast a soft and blurry halo on the man's angular and hard face, probably because he had not seen light for many years, his complexion was almost sickly white, his eyebrows were faint and cold, the bridge of his nose was high, and his lips were as thin as paper.

This is the devil in Gu Yao's mouth who will do whatever it takes to achieve his goal.

It's not quite what she imagined.

Wen Lebai relieved herself, and suddenly crashed into a pair of dark and godless eyes, her heart jumped, and she didn't notice when the man woke up.

The room was dark and silent.

Looking at each other, those eyes obviously couldn't see anything, but when they fell on Wen Lebai's body, she felt unprecedented oppression and a trace of fear.

"Uncle Liu?"

The man's voice was hoarse and magnetic, breaking the silence.

Wen Lebai paused, reacted, and hesitated: "Uncle Liu is downstairs, do you need me to call him up?"

The voice fell, and the air was quiet for a moment.

Xiao Shang had already sat up, he was leaning against the head of the bed, wearing silver-gray pajamas, his expression was indifferent, his dark eyes fell in the direction from which the sound came from, and his voice couldn't distinguish joy and anger: "Who let you in?"