Miyamoto Lin was stunned for a moment, and it was obvious that Cao Qian's eyes startled him.

Although he felt guilty, he still didn't show it, and he looked calm: "Cao Qian, what are you doing looking at me like this?" Are you still blaming me? ”

He looked like he attributed all this to Cao Qian, which made her hateful.

Cao Qian was silent, she looked at him coldly, as if she wanted to fight to the death with him, she quickly raised her palm, used her greatest strength, and hit Miyamoto Lin on the left cheek.

Miyamoto Lin was born to receive this slap, she looked at him coldly, as if she had slapped him, but she was still angry, so she raised her hand again, wanting to slap him again, but Miyamoto Lin quickly grabbed her wrist, she hesitated, came back to her senses, and struggled desperately: "Let go of me!" Let me go! ”

His face was not good, and when Cao Qian slapped him in anger, Miyamoto Lin's face instantly fell.

He was a little displeased with her actions, he grabbed Cao Qian's wrist tightly, and his eyes became terrifying.

"Do you dare to move again?" He threatened, his tone cold.

Cao Qian hated the man in front of him very much, but he felt that he was pressed by his coercion and had to force himself to compromise.

His tone was not good: "Hmph, Cao Qian, as long as you are willing to be obedient, I will protect you, and I will not let you be hurt in any way, if you ...... If you do something that makes me unhappy, don't blame me for being ruthless. ”

Cao Qian broke free of his hand, rubbed his extremely sore wrist that was held by him, his eyes were red, and he turned his head away from looking at him.

On the other side, Li Sen, after explaining the task to Gosuke Miyamoto, returned to the bedroom alone.

After getting rid of the secret room, Gosuke Miyamoto specially arranged a quiet bedroom for him, which could give him plenty of space and a comfortable resting environment.

The rain outside the window stopped, the whole city was wet, the vehicles passed by noisily, the passers-by looked hurried and never stopped, the business people combed their oil hair, wore long trench coats and expressionless faces through the sparse crowd, the women wrapped in soft fur stepped on 8cm pointed heels and left elegantly with bags printed with English letters, only when the car drove through a pond and the water splashed on the women's white and clean clothes, they didn't care what was elegant, Immediately scolded.

The country was cold, and he stepped on the soft, clean milky white carpet with his feet and walked to the tall floor-to-ceiling windows, looking down on the city.

The air conditioning in the room was very hot, and the servant wearing glasses came in, a thin layer of mist appeared on the lenses, and the silent servant bent down slightly, wearing white cotton gloves in both hands, holding a freshly dried gray-blue sweater, neatly stacked on the leather sofa.

There were a few English magazines scattered on the inky coffee table, and an open bottle of Margaux red wine, and the bottom of the goblet next to it had a red crystal color, and the servant poured a new glass, and when the matter was done, the servant also sorted out the scattered English magazines on the coffee table and then silently withdrew.

As if no one had come, Li Sen, who was only wearing a thin white shirt, had the white cuffs at his wrists pulled up to his arms, his eyes slightly closed, his bony fingers gently swept his eyebrows, and brushed his short and neat broken hair.

At this time, the sky seemed to crack a thin slit, the rain had passed, and the sun lazily reflected on the man's angular face through the floor-to-ceiling window, he raised his hand to block the unexpected sunlight, and the fog on the window slowly disappeared, and the man's facial features were clear.

His slightly narrowed eyes opened, the dark blue pupils were as deep as the sea, the thin lips that had just sipped the red wine had a faint red, and the sun shone on half of his face, making his skin white and transparent, like a vampire who had just sucked blood, and like an angel who had fallen into the world.

His fingers ran over the ring on his hand, and a silver wedding ring swirled between his fingers, the letter "X" carved with small diamonds on the surface of the ring glittering in the sunlight.

He raised his finger, lowered his head slightly, and imprinted a kiss on the diamond of the ring, the corner of the man's mouth raised a faint smile, in a blur, his lips had left the diamond ring, and then turned around, and walked towards the curtain with a blank face, a forceful, pale blue curtain "whoosh" sounded, blocking the entry of sunlight, and the whole room was shrouded in a gloom.

"Oh no! Something happened! ”

An exclamation appeared at the door, and Miyamoto Wusuke sat alone at the coffee table, on which were placed fragrant teacups and a plate of delicate snacks.

"What's the noise? What's going on? ”

He raised an eyebrow, his mood seemingly ruined by that exclamation.

A man with black-rimmed glasses stumbled in and knelt in front of Gosuke Miyamoto's eyes, looking terrified.

"What's wrong?"

Seeing that the other party's face was full of shock, Miyamoto Wusuke couldn't help but feel strange: "It's noon, what are you yelling at?" ”

"Father! Oh no! ”

The man with black-rimmed glasses pointed out the door, his voice trembling: "Wu ...... Wu Jin...... Took someone to Lee's room, saying it was going to ...... I'm going to kill him! ”

"What?"

Hearing his words, Gosuke Miyamoto slowly raised his head with a solemn face: "What's the matter?" ”

"I ...... I don't know, Wu Jin is probably crazy! He had a knife in his hand, and a gun! I stopped him to calm him down, don't be impulsive, and he ...... He slashed at me! Father, look! ”

He rolled up his sleeves and showed his wrist, and a bloody cut was bubbling and dripping on the floor.

Such a shocking wound, coupled with his panicked words, Miyamoto Gosuke believed most of it, stood up, and walked out without saying a word.

He strode to Lisen's bedroom, there was silence outside the door, there was no movement at all, he pushed the door open, and a strong smell of blood rushed to his face.

When he saw what he saw, he was shocked.

Li Sen tightly choked Wu Jin's neck, holding a long dagger in his hand, the tip of which had already pierced into his body, but Li Sen's hand never let go of the hilt.

He took a brisk step, grabbed Li Sen's hand, and scolded coldly: "Lee, what's wrong with you!" ”

Wu Jin spat blood from his mouth, he opened his mouth and looked at Miyamoto Wusuke, his voice was in a trance: "Father...... Father...... He ......"

He raised his hand and pointed his finger at Lysen's face, his eyes clouded, obviously unconscious.

The wound was constantly bubbling with blood, Li Sen's eyes were full of murderous aura, and his whole body exuded a thick aura, which made people dare not approach.

"Answer me!"

Gosuke Miyamoto was furious and yelled at Risen.