The drizzle wet his clothes, because he hadn't taken a bath for a long time, and he was drenched by the rain, Yan Murong felt sticky and uncomfortable, but he felt the temperature and a refreshing fragrance from the body of the woman in his arms, and that feeling seemed to be a lot better.

Yan Murong sniffed vigorously - this woman turned out to be a natural body fragrance, not the smell of perfume made of chemical agents.

After sparing aimlessly in the vicinity, Yan Murong was embarrassed.

I wanted to put the woman in her car, but I didn't find her Porsche.

Looking up at the silky rain, Yan Murong was really embarrassed, and looked down at Zhengxiang who was sleeping, a piece of skin on his forehead that was scratched due to a fall, and a woman who was not a dream muttering two words that he couldn't understand, and he walked away with the truth.

After finding an eaves that could barely shelter from the rain, and after putting the woman under the eaves and sitting down, Yan Murong took the woman's handbag.

The handbag is very small, whether it is from the quality or the feel, Yan Murong knows that this handbag should be expensive, and looking at the two English letters of LV on it, it confirms this.

"Hey, what's your name? Where to stay? Yan Murong pushed the woman who was sitting against the wall and asked.

As a result, the woman not only did not speak, but leaned to the side.

Yan Murong sighed helplessly, and only said after putting the woman back in place. "It's not that I want to rummage through your bag, I just want to see what is in it to prove where you live, if you see something that shouldn't be seen - forget it, saving someone's life is better than building a seventh-level floating slaughter, just watch it."

Yan Murong gave herself an excuse to open someone's handbag, so she opened the zipper and poured out all the contents in one go.

Amitabha, fortunately, there is nothing that should not be seen-Yan Murong said secretly, and only then did he rummage through the pile of items poured out of his bag on the ground.

Cell phone, lipstick, wallet, keys – well, sanitary napkins.

I searched around, but I didn't find anything useful.

I took the woman's long red purse, and then I found something useful.

"ID card? Teng Xiangling? Suzhou and Hangzhou people? Yan Murong looked at the address on the ID card and the delicate photo and muttered.

This name is also very appropriate, she is beautiful, and she is from Jiangnan, and the word Xiangling is also suitable for her.

Looking at the address on the ID card, Yan Murong was even more difficult - did he want to send her back to Suzhou and Hangzhou?

This is obviously impossible, not to mention that he is now penniless. Even if he had enough physical strength to carry this woman back to Suzhou and Hangzhou, when she sobered up and found a dirty man walking on the highway with her on his back, would he suspect that he had been abducted?

There is no endless road, just when Yan Murong was thinking about whether to find a small hotel for her and throw it in, she found a temporary residence permit in her wallet, and the temporary residence card clearly stated that she lived in 1202 on the twelfth floor of Shanshui Jiayuan.

With an address, it is easy to do, Yan Murong doesn't know what it means to pity the fragrance and cherish the jade, so she carries the woman like a sack and walks away. Shanshui Jiayuan, he is familiar with, is not far from here, and it is only a dozen minutes away by foot - no wonder this woman didn't drive out.

Shanshui Jiayuan is a modern high-end residential area, so the security measures inside are also very perfect, not only with camera surveillance, but also 24 hours a day with security guards patrolling.

It's not okay to go through the gate, Yan Murong thought, with her own image, if she walks through the gate, before she can be sent home, she has to go to the bureau to report first.

Carrying the woman around the side wall of the community, and after making sure that there was no surveillance camera, Yan Murong resisted the woman, stepped back slightly, and then ran up, jumped up when he was about to approach the wall, and at the same time kicked the wall to borrow strength, and then, the two-meter-high wall was left behind him.

Maybe it was the ancient times who often wandered in the mountains, Yan Murong didn't even think of getting up to take the elevator, and actually carried the woman all the way to the twelfth floor.

took out the key that was turned out of the woman's bag and opened the door of 1202, Yan Murong breathed a sigh of relief.

Three bedrooms and one living room, the room is not too big, only more than 90 square meters, but the decoration is very tasteful.

There is a crystal chandelier like a lotus flower hanging on the white ceiling, and there is a blue aquarium on one side of the door, in which several tropical fish are still spitting bubbles, plus white leather sofas, white curtains, and white walls, which form a sharp contrast with the black on Yan Murong's body.

Yan Murong thought, this woman probably loves cleanliness very much, otherwise how could she be so white.

found a room casually, and after making sure that there was a bed in it and not a bathroom, Yan Murong threw the woman on the bed, then closed the door, turned around and left.

Sitting on the soft leather sofa, Yan Murong suddenly found that he actually had a feeling of exhaustion, which made him extremely surprised.

In the past, he practiced medicine in the mountains, and he climbed the mountains and crossed the mountains, all relying on the strength of his feet, and occasionally saw one or two blind wolves blocking the way, and he would chase them all over the mountain and did not feel tired.

In fact, Yan Murong really didn't want to admit that he liked this sofa - it had been a long time since he had slept in such a soft and comfortable place.

"Sit down and go." Yan Murong comforted himself like this.

Five minutes later - "Why don't you lie down for another five minutes?" Yan Murong didn't care about his blackness, so he fell crooked on the white sofa.

Ten minutes later—"It's a shame not to sleep on such a soft couch." ”

So--Yan Murong quickly picked himself up, and then found the bathroom, the water heater was not turned on, and he turned on the faucet and let the cold water beads hit his body.

After nearly half an hour of rubbing, it was considered to have washed away all the dust he had accumulated in the past half a month.

Looking at his red skin and handsome face in the mirror, which was hit by water droplets, Yan Murong cracked his mouth and laughed. "That's handsome." ――

Located in the most prosperous area of the commercial street on a skyscraper, Huayuan Group's four golden characters are extremely dazzling by neon lights, up to 30 floors of modern office buildings are pitch black, it is almost midnight, busy a day of white-collar workers have already gone home to hug their wives or husbands to do sports, or single to the bar to hang a Kaizi or rotten girl, but also go home to do sports, in addition to the security room in the hall is also lit, that is, the president's office on the top floor is also illuminated.

Su Qingwu was wearing a pair of black-rimmed narrow-rimmed glasses and was looking at a document in her hand when there was a knock on the office door, and then a young woman who was also wearing a professional suit pushed the door and walked in.

"Lingling, what's wrong?" Su Qingwu raised her head, stretched out a slender finger like a lotus root, pushed the eyes on the bridge of her nose, looked at the woman who came in and asked.

"Su Dong, it's late at night, it's time for you to rest." The woman looked at Su Qingwu and said.

"yes, it's late." Su Qingwu looked up at the pendulum clock hanging on the wall, and then looked at the neon night outside and the silky raindrops. "Any news of him?"

"Nope." The woman shook her head and wanted to say something, but when the words came to her mouth, she still forcibly swallowed them.

She knew that she was just a secretary, and although she was the chairman's secretary, she was still a secretary after all. There are some things that she still doesn't want to say.

"Say whatever you want." Su Qingwu closed the folder, took off her glasses and looked at the woman and said.

"Nothing." The woman shook her head and said. "Su Dong, I just don't understand, is that man really that important? Why send our 'communications' team to him? ”

When Su Qingwu heard the woman's words, she didn't answer, but raised the corners of her mouth, revealing a very good-looking smile, elegantly picked up the coffee that was already cold on the table, and said after drinking it. "Some things are predestined, and they can't be changed if they want to, perhaps, they will be shackled by an invisible fate in this life, but the key is in the hands of others."

"I don't understand." The woman said honestly.

"I know." Su Qingwu smiled and said. "You get off work first, I'll leave later."

After the woman went out and closed the door, Su Qingwu stood up, walked to the huge floor-to-ceiling window, looked down at everything below, and showed a strange smile, "Yan Murong, I've been waiting for you for so many years, do you think you can run away?" -- The shackles of fate are also on you. ”