Yan Jiujiu woke up.

But her mind was full of dramatic days in Jingfu, and what hovered in front of her was not her foreign appearance when Zhou's mother and Chu Qing found her with a bunch of maids, nor did it be the confrontation between Yu Weiwei and her unremarkable landscape.

It was the man who wanted her life.

She didn't understand.

The Gu family wanted her life just to stuff a deadly hook in the throat of the fat fish of the Jing family, regardless of whether the fly was or not, the fish of the Jing family was destined to be hooked.

Jing Shilang really fulfilled the wish of the Gu family.

But who killed the deer in the end, it is still its words.

Her mind turned to the man she had met again.

Who was he, and why did he put her to death?

"Miss, if you wake up, just pull down the bell, and Mother Chen and I can come up with washing utensils and breakfast, and you can lie down obediently and recuperate!"

Chu Qing held the silver basin, gently opened the door with one foot, probed in, and watched Yan Jiujiu only cover his stomach and show his slender white thighs coming out, and couldn't help but blame him distressedly.

She was still lying on the bed limply, not moving.

Jing Shilang gave her a vacation again, it was nothing more than some strange reasons, but she was just muddy after falling into a puddle, he was good, saying that she was congenitally deficient and had a weak physique, but this kind of small illness and pain in the eyes of ordinary people was hovering on the edge of life and death for her.

The tip of his nose wafted through the smell of fried crisp.

She sniffed softly, turned over and sat up, rubbed her sleepy eyes, and took the hot towel handed over by Chu Qing.

After rubbing her face, she tiptoed out of bed, her moist fingertips exuding a healthy luster, where did she look like a little sick?

She took a fried golden fritter, took another glass of bean juice, nestled on the sofa in front of the window and began to eat in small bites.

She was indeed a little hungry.

"Mademoiselle! How many times have you said it! You always like to go to bed barefoot, but fortunately it was this Osto wool carpet that was laid out.... As the saying goes, all diseases start from the feet, your body is weak, this high-quality medicinal materials have to be used a little bit of conditioning, although these years are not all but at least the slightest rise, this saying is always more bad than that good thing, you finally accumulate a little bit of vitality, if you are a little careless because of this slightly cooler...... That's a pipe loss!"

Chu Qing was packing up her things while turning back from time to time to be serious.

"Yes, yes, yes..."Yan Jiujiu said vaguely, "You really have a lot of ink in your stomach, where did you get so many proverbs....."

"I read it in a book!"

"Which book? It can't be made up by you again, right?" Yan Jiujiu smiled and threw the last bit of fritter into his mouth.

"Miss......"

Yan Jiujiu, she wiped her hands and sat on the sofa to look at the scenery outside the window.

Chu Qing picked up the mess after a while, and then went out lightly.

In the huge living room, there are only 991 people left.

She didn't say a word about yesterday's events, she was her mother's flesh and blood, looking at her teary eyes and distressed eyes, she still resisted the urge to blurt out, and only told the first half of the story.

Later, a group of people surrounded her and went to the main hall, Jing Shilang and her aunt had been sitting and waiting for a long time, when they saw her embarrassed appearance, the aunt hurriedly got up and dismissed all the men, including Jing Shilang, and severely punished a group of maids and women, even Zhou's mother was taught a lesson.

But it's no wonder they don't arrange for themselves to wash themselves.

But she couldn't, she was afraid that once she stepped into that comfortable environment, she would not be able to resist her mother's cold and warmth, she was afraid that she would tear up her eyes and tell her mother everything, about her brother, about her assassination in Jingfu.

Yan Jiujiu changed Yanyan's clothes.

She still remembered the way Jing Shilang looked at her when she came out of the inner room.

Like the plum that comes from the snow, the cold eyes with a smile are like beeswax-colored flowers, the light yellow sipping snow, it is transparent, it is clear, it is cold, it is the unforgettable spirit of the fragrance to the bones.

She was stunned for a while, and then the maid hugged her cloak, and the sudden warmth pulled her back to reality.

Yan Jiujiu Province was able to Jing Shilang's early wisdom, and there will inevitably be suspicions.

It's just that when Jing Shilang was questioning step by step, she looked at the Xuande plaque hanging high in the main hall of the Jing family, and she still looked at Jing Shilang's aggressive eyes without changing her face and heartbeat, and denied it word by word.

She knew that this was his trick, giving people high pressure, even if she didn't say something, if she couldn't hold back in her heart, she would definitely be exposed.

But she held on, but that didn't mean she persuaded Jing Shilang.

She was absolutely confident that he would find ways to prove her conjecture in every way.

This game is not over yet, the real culprit and mastermind have not yet been revealed, she can't just leave Los Angeles, this is the place where she was born and raised.

Los Angeles is her home.

"Miss! Adin is here to report!"

Chu Qing went upstairs and pushed open Yan Jiujiu's door.

I saw a smiling little face.

"But Wanping's Miss Fu has arrived?"

Chu Qing nodded, shook her head again, and hurriedly closed the door and approached: "Ah Ding has gone out of the city to greet you according to your instructions, but after walking along the road for the past three days, I met the young lady of the Fucha clan, and the young lady was still on guard when she saw your handwritten letter, and then saw that you wrote half of the letter she wrote and your jade pendant, and immediately responded to Ah Ding, at this time there is still about a day away, and Ah Ding asked the hexagon around him to come back quickly and report to you a good letter." ”

Yan Jiujiu's ears were slightly constricted, and she was determined.

She divided Miss Fu's letter into two, kept one for herself, and gave the other to Adin with her Baifu cloud pattern bat style hibiscus jade pendant, and wrote her own handwritten letter.

As she expected, this Miss Fu is a person with a clear heart, if she just sent a letter, it would be difficult for Ah Ding to hand over to her.

This jade pendant was awarded by the emperor to the leader of the Fucha clan with a yellow flag, and later passed down to Miss Fu's father, and then transferred it to her father as a token of righteousness.

Nothing could be more convincing than this thing.

She nodded and called Chuqing to make flower tea to eat.

Finally one thing complied with her wishes, but the murderous eyes of the man in black appeared in front of her eyes again.

Yan Jiujiu opened his eyes suddenly, and a pair of apricot eyes were full of tiredness and distress.

Let's not mention that the origin of this man in black is nowhere to be found, even the French Concession is a bottomless pit, and there is no one in Los Angeles who can be used.

Now that the Gu family has intervened again, the person she wanted to leave behind and forget must have a connection with him.

What should come will always come....