Ye Lu didn't know how she was sent back, and when she stood in front of Jun Sanshao's villa, she came back to her senses from her lost soul.

Looking up at the villa, I only felt that the villa in the night was so cold, there was no excitement like an arrow, there was no feeling of warm harbor, but a thick cold to the bones, a feeling of cold to the soul.

She stopped, not daring to go in, because entering meant that the potentially cruel truth was about to be revealed in blood.

However, she strode in, and a kind of stubbornness and madness suddenly burned in her eyes.

The pace became faster and faster, rushing into the villa, rushing through the calm hall, and rushing upstairs.

There was nothing in her head, only one thought, she was going to ask him, to ask if that person was him.

She knew where he was, study.

The sound of rapid footsteps stopped in front of the door of the study, Ye Lu's nervous and uncomfortable heart almost exploded, thinking of tonight's scene, remembering the heart-wrenching cry of Ling Yanlingxiu's brother holding the corpse just now, and thinking of Ling Lao falling in a pool of blood...... She's going crazy.

With a snap, she pushed the door open, the room was quiet, and the white light in the study looked particularly piercing tonight, and it also reflected the person's extraordinarily pale skin.

Jun Sanshao sat quietly on a leather chair, his hands leaning on the delicate armrests, wearing a low-key and luxurious black shirt, his hair was slightly messy and cool, sprinkled on his arrogant forehead like splashing ink, reflecting his inky black phoenix eyes like night, misty and deep, as if he had just returned from the banquet.

He heard the sound of the door, his curled black eyelashes raised slightly, and his eyes looked at the upper leaf deer, without any weakness or evasion.

Ye Lu was stunned, feeling that he was strangely calm.

"Lu'er, you're back." His deep voice is dyed with intoxicating tenderness, like a soft cello sound, listening to the ear, even making people warm.

But Ye Lu listened to his strange and gentle voice, and only felt her heart tremble, and she looked at him in a daze: "Why aren't you surprised that I'm back?"

"Ilid said you flew back without permission." Jun Sanshao's thin lips pursed a faint smile.

"Is that all there is to it?" Ye Lu looked at him with painful eyes, and walked over step by step, his steps almost staggering.

"And what other reason is needed?" Jun Sanshao spoke calmly and self-controlled, still leaning on the black leather chair and not moving, looking so arrogant, even careless!

Ye Lu's heart ached, as if he was looking at a stranger.

"Won't you explain?"

She walked up to him, suddenly grabbed one of his arms hard, pinched his arm hard, and the black shirt, even if it was dyed, she couldn't see it.

But she could clearly feel the liquid spilling out of his arm, spreading across his shirt and wetting her hands.

And Jun Sanshao let her grasp it, his pale and handsome face did not have a trace of pain, and he was not moved.

"You're injured...... Ye Lu let go of him, looked down at his bloodstained palm, and trembled in his voice, "Where did you go tonight?" ”

Jun Sanshao's deep pool-like eyes, deep and invisible, and a subtle sarcasm in his voice: "Don't you already know?" ”

Ye Lu trembled, looked at him in disbelief, his feet were weak, he half-knelt in front of him, looked up at him painfully, and kept shaking his head.

"I don't believe it, that person just looks a lot like you, right? You didn't kill the old man, did you? ”

As long as he says it's not him, as long as he explains it well, she believes him, speaks quickly, begs him to explain quickly.