Adjutant Chen gritted his teeth, and finally took action under the fierce ideological struggle.

He stopped talking and turned his head decisively.

At this time, outside the White Mansion in the French Concession, a black car was parked.

The man leaned back against the car door, holding a cigarette in his hand, and without smoking it, he took it, letting the smoke burn, and drunken his bony index and middle fingers.

He looked at the small western-style building that was indistinguishable from Haicheng, and it was also the same pattern and style. The man's gaze finally fell on the three words of the White Mansion on the wooden door plate.

As a result, the corners of his lips curled a little.

At this time, Chen Wencheng, who was driving like a desperate car, had already arrived at the door of the Bai Mansion, and the sound of brakes sounded very abruptly, and when he raised his eyes, he saw a tall and tall man standing at the door of the mansion wearing a windbreaker.

Chen Wencheng's heart tightened.

But the car had already arrived at the door, and it was impossible to turn back, so he stopped, opened the door, and got out of the car.

Housewarming was even more shocked into a cold sweat.

Sitting in the car and saying nothing, I didn't get down.

Yan Lou put his hands in his pockets, looked sideways, saw Chen Wencheng coming in front of him, saluted him, and asked lightly, "Why are you back?" ”

Chen Wencheng had already reported to him before that he had moved to the Fahua Building, and such a eagerness to come back seemed very inconsistent with his calm style in the past.

"Dashuai, the housewarming said that Mrs. has a mental illness, which is already very serious and needs psychological treatment."

Chen Wencheng automatically omitted the conjecture that Bai Qingling would commit suicide for the third time in his and Qiao Qian's minds, and seemed to inadvertently list Bai Qingling in the first place, and his loyalty to Yan Lou in the second place, but he was already unaware of such inadvertence.

Yan Lou's handsome thick eyebrows furrowed, and he muttered to himself, "Psychopathy." ”

Before, Huo Zhenghuai also mentioned that he had a senior brother who returned from France and also came to Haicheng and was a psychological counselor.

Yan Lou looked at the housewarming in the car.

Housewarming shrank back, and felt that he was so shameless, so he pushed the car door, got out of the car with a loud horn, and didn't get close, just stood on the side of the car, as if he was about to jump into the car and escape at any time, and as if he was stiff with his neck.

"Take him away." Yan Lou didn't seem to want to talk to him, and he didn't want to see him.

Chen Wencheng immediately turned around and walked to the side of the car, signaling housewarming to go back to the car and leave.

This time, the housewarming didn't go in with the car door, and asked Yan Lou from afar, "Why did you come to the Bund?" ”

The man glanced at him indifferently, as if he didn't want to talk to him.

But in Chen Wencheng's opinion, this is Enshi, even if Yan Lou immediately ordered to kill the housewarming, he would not have a word.

Chen Wencheng immediately bypassed the car door, pushed the housewarming into the car, closed the door, went back to the driver's seat, and drove away.

Yan Lou looked at the car that was driving away lightly, and thought lightly,

Why did you come to the Bund?

The words that Bai Qingling had said to him sounded in his mind,

"If, I mean, one day, I'm really gone, you don't look for me anymore, okay?"

He didn't say yes.

Fortunately, there was no promise.

If he agrees, a person of his temperament, I'm afraid he won't want to see him again in this life.

As smart as Yan Lou, she had already figured out why she had allowed Housewarming to sleep under her bed before.

In her opinion, it is a kind of care that has nothing to do with love, and Yan Lou seems to be very incomprehensible about this kind of feeling.

But it's okay if you don't understand.

Love itself is possessive, domineering, and cannot be ceded.

Given that she only had this kind of affection for housewarming, he let housewarming go, no matter what his feelings were, Bai Qingling didn't have any love for him, which was enough.

It seems that a man who doesn't know much about feelings and is too rational is still suppressing this most primitive feeling with inhuman reason at the moment.

As for desire.

He chuckled suddenly.

It was as if in someone else, he had not and could not find this primitive impulse.

inside the gates.

After Bai Qingling went upstairs, the housekeeper walked to the gatehouse and whispered a few words to the gatehouse.

Then the door opened.

In a small western-style building.

From the moment Bai Qingling entered the door, he saw the paintings hanging in the hall.

It is an enlarged version of the photo that she and Yan Lou originally published in the newspaper in the name of engagement.

She stood there and looked at it for a moment, feeling a little ridiculous.

I really don't know if Yan Lou did it intentionally, or if his subordinates did it specifically to please her.

It's the White Mansion again, it's the swing, and it's the painting.

It's good.

She sighed softly and walked up the stairs.

The upstairs room arrangement seems to be no different from the original Yan Mansion, the guest room on the second floor, the study room is still at the edge of the third floor, and the middle position is the master bedroom that is transparent from north to south.

She pushed the door open and smiled.

Xu is Adjutant Chen has never entered the bedroom, but it is different here.

Bai Qingling's mood was better.

By this time it was already dark, so she turned on the light, closed the door, put the leather suitcase on the floor, kicked off her shoes, and sat down on the edge of the bed barefoot.

The maid knocked at the door and asked if she wanted to go down for dinner.

She didn't have much appetite and refused.

"Madame, the kitchen is a French chef, who also makes ice cream and pastries." The servants were respectful outside the door.

"Got it, let's go down." Bai Qingling leaned back and lay on the soft bed.

The mattress has been incensed and smells good.

Bai Qingling just wanted to rest and take a bath, so he fell asleep without thinking about it.

When the door of the bedroom opened, it seemed as if the soft and fragrant bed had magical powers, and she was so sleepy that she didn't know anything.

The man walked in, watched her roll over, bent down and picked her up.

The taste on Bai Qingling's body did not change, he wrapped it around her white neck and inhaled deeply, and the corners of his lips had a pleasant arc.

changed into pajamas for her and put her back in the quilt, and Bai Qingling didn't wake up during the whole process.

The man didn't seem surprised.

He took off his coat, lay down in his shirt, hugged her from behind, put his hands around her waist, buried his face in her neck, like a treasure, he muttered to himself, "Look, if you don't let me look for you, I won't bother you, but you have walked too long, and the road is too far, miss, you say, what am I going to do so that you will be the same as before." ”

Except for the sound of quiet breathing, no one answered.

Bai Qingling turned his back to him, his eyes closed, and his eyes slowly turned red.

Yan Lou sighed, "That's it, you can do whatever you want, if you don't come back, you won't come back, if you want to do business, you will do business, but you are not allowed to say something that hurts the feelings of you and my husband and wife." ”

With that, he turned her over and kissed her.

Intense and hot, sinking into the initial dryness, sleeping deep in the ultimate moisturizing.

With his eyes closed and his eyes silently agitated, it seems that every round is the last reluctance.

When it was bright the next day, Bai Qingling closed his eyes and reached out to touch his side.

The slightly cool quilt seems to have never been visited.

His eyelashes fluttered and he opened his eyes, and the tails of his eyes were crimson as he looked into the bedroom.

It was quiet, there was no sound, and there was no trace of the man's existence.

She lifted the quilt, walked to the vanity mirror in her black cotton pajamas, unbuttoned them one by one, and the pajamas fell to the ground.

She looked at herself expressionlessly, and suddenly smiled.

Is he deluding himself, or is she running away?

Bai Qingling shook his head.

Perhaps, coincidentally, both of them shamelessly chose to escape.

She took a deep breath, then slowly relaxed, and turned to go to the bath.

After taking a shower, I changed into a black cheongsam, my black hair grew to my chest, and the hair that I hadn't done for a long time was black and straight.

Although he was dressed coldly, Bai Qingling's appearance was incomparable, even if he didn't say a word, he could only think of the word cold, which was completely different from the black blandness of others.

When she went downstairs without makeup and only with a plain face, whether it was the cleaning maid downstairs or the security guard hidden in the shadows, they were all amazed.

And Chen Wencheng, who was waiting at the entrance of the hall, was killed by a bullet in his heart.

I'm about to lose my breath.

He turned his head, adjusted his breathing, and when he looked at Bai Qingling again, he had already returned to his usual appearance.

Bai Qingling saw him when he went downstairs, and when he saw his appearance, he raised his eyebrows.

She descended the stairs and walked straight over, standing less than an arm's length in front of him.

This is a very close distance for an adjutant.

Chen Wencheng wanted to take two steps back, but his back was the door, he was a little nervous, and wanted to bow his head, but he had to stay in an awkward place when he looked down, so he looked directly at her and said respectfully, "Madam." ”

The corners of Bai Qingling's lips hooked up, charming and cold, "Why are you here?" ”

"The marshal has ordered me to protect you."

"Where's Yan Lou?" Bai Qingling didn't seem to feel the sight of the servants and guards around him, and took a half step forward, forcing Adjutant Chen to dare not act rashly, "Is he still in Haicheng?" ”

"Madame,"

The distance is less than an arm's length, and it will be stuck in one place any further.

The tip of Chen Wencheng's nose was sweating, he was so nervous that he couldn't breathe steadily, and said with great difficulty, "Madam, the handsome man is in Haicheng." ”

"Oh," Bai Qingling took a step back when he heard this, and frowned as if he was a little disappointed, "I thought he came yesterday, it wasn't him, so who was it?" ”

She shrugged her shoulders as if she was confused.

The person took a step back, which made Chen Wencheng breathe a sigh of relief, he heard what Bai Qingling said, and before he could think about it, she took another step forward.

The breath he had just relieved was lifted again.

This time, his lips were pursed, his ears were red, and his neck was red.

It was too close, less than a fist in front of him, and if he let go of it, he would stick to her.

Between her noses was the faint fragrance on her body, and in her ears, she teased her slightly, "There were people in my room last night, you have to help me find out, if you can't find out, I will rely on you." ”

After speaking, she took out a brocade handkerchief from her arms and reached out to put it on the tip of his nose, "Why are you sweating?" Is it hot? ”

After saying that, he let go of his hand and turned to leave.

Chen Wencheng unconsciously caught the falling Jinpa, looking at her departing figure, his heart was about to pick out his throat uncontrollably.

He gritted his teeth and looked down at the Jinpa in his hand.

This brocade is so hot that he wants to cut off his hand.

It was pulled from the chest of her cheongsam.

The realization made him close his eyes.

Madame did this because she wanted to force the handsome man to come out to see her.

Adjutant Chen could even guess her cold face at the moment.

Just as he guessed, Bai Qingling turned around, and his delicate and cold little face sank.

Don't you want to hide, hide, hide, hide, but don't come out.

Her red lips hooked up a sneer, and when she walked to the dining room, she changed to a light smile, and after sitting down, she sat down with her legs folded, her arms on the table, her chin in her hands, tilted her head to look into the transparent kitchen, and asked the maid, "What about the cook from France, I'll take a look at the menu." ”

*

When Yan Lou received the call, he was handsome and iron-green.

The call was made by Chen Wencheng, and he directly said that something was wrong with his wife, and he didn't even hide the matter of Jinpa from Yan Lou.

After all, in the mansion, not only him, but also his subordinates and other guards, not to mention, then there is only self-determination.

But he didn't want to give up the task of protecting his wife to anyone else.

"Where's the handkerchief?" Yan Lou's voice was cold.

"Still here." Chen Wencheng looked down at the Jinpa he was holding tightly in his hand, and let go of his hand, his face flushed.

"It's burning." The man narrowed his eyes, "Burn it now." ”

"Yes." Chen Wencheng closed his eyes, picked up the foreign fire and lit it directly.

Hearing the sound of the fire on the other end of the phone, Yan Lou hung up the phone.

Was she pushing him?

He approached her as an adjutant, and she used that to approach the other adjutant beside her.

This end of the phone.

Chen Wencheng heard the sound of the phone hanging up, and immediately pressed his hand on the burning Jinpa, patted for a long time, and finally extinguished the fire.

Ignoring the red and scalded palms, he carefully folded the remaining half of the brocade handkerchief and put it into the pocket of his chest.

The heart was pounding.

Is this the first time he has betrayed Dashuai?

When he thought of this, he suddenly felt relieved.

It's just a thousand cuts,

However, it is only a thousand cuts.

He covered his chest with his burned hand, bowed his head and smiled softly,

It's good, it's good.

*

In the study of the Yan Mansion.

Xia Zhixian looked at Yan Lou's handsome face, and saw him saying instructions with a cold face.

A sneer tugged at the corner of his lips.

Although I didn't hear it, I guessed a thing or two.

It's just Bai Qingling's thing, and it's just something she did that made him have to be annoyed and couldn't attack.

Given that the man in front of him already had a black face like a murderous possession, it was inconvenient for him to laugh at him.

If the anger is transferred to him, he may not be able to bear it.

Xia Zhixian watched him lean back in his chair, his eyes closed, as if thinking about things, so he stood up and prepared to slip away.

But before he stepped forward, he heard Yan Lou say coldly, "Your family affair with Su Huaijin has been done." ”

Xia Zhixian's raised foot fell to the ground, and his face was also cold, "No." ”

He turned to look at Yan Lou, and his tone was firm, "You can let me do anything, marrying her is impossible." ”

"Don't you want to marry?" Yan Lou opened his eyes, his handsome face was much more gloomy, "Then you can do this handsome." ”

"No way!" Xia Zhixian once again categorically refused, "Say, what do you want?" ”

"Stay in Haicheng, you go to Beicang, and I'll go to the Bund." The man looked directly at him, his dark eyes cold.

Xia Zhixian stared at him without speaking, gritted his teeth for a long time, and squeezed out a good one between his teeth.

Before going out, he said, "If you don't say anything, you'll be right,"

He pointed at him, slammed the door and left.

Bund.

After Bai Qingling finished breakfast, he was very satisfied with the craftsmanship of the Western cook, called Chen Wencheng over, sat in the dining chair and smiled at him like a flower, "Chen Wencheng, where did you find the cook, the craftsmanship is so good?" ”

"Mrs. Hui, it was ordered by the marshal." Chen Wencheng lowered his face slightly and didn't look at her.

Bai Qingling sighed disapprelicly, and pointed to the milk on the table, "That, I don't like to drink, I will punish you for drinking it now, I will only drink goat milk in the future, and if you make a mistake again, I will punish you," she raised her eyebrows and smiled meaningfully, "Sit here and dine with me." ”

Chen Wencheng's face turned pale.

He glanced at the milk cup on the table with a red lipstick stamp, his throat was slightly dry, but he didn't dare to cough.

"Why, don't you drink it?" Bai Qingling lowered his face coldly and pointed out the door, "Get out!" ”

Chen Wencheng turned around and left.

"Come back!" Bai Qingling sneered, "I don't listen to my orders, are you here to protect me or spy on me?!" ”

Chen Wencheng stood still, his back to her and his heart was bitter.

She is forcing the handsome, and she is also making him irreversible.

Taking a deep breath, he turned around, walked to the dining table without saying a word, picked up the milk cup, drank it all in one gulp, put it down, and replied, "The subordinate is Mrs. Protection." ”

Bai Qingling was stunned.

She didn't expect him to dare, and she didn't expect him to.

A trace of guilt suddenly appeared in her heart.

She lowered her eyes and said lightly, "Go out, don't tell you not to come in." ”

Chen Wencheng nodded and turned to leave.

Bai Qingling pursed his red lips, looked at his back, and smiled bitterly in his heart,

Bai Qingling, have you started to harm people like this?

Turning her gaze back, her gaze fell on the milk cup that had been drunk on the table, and she closed her eyes,

So what.

Didn't they calculate her like that?

Chen Wencheng walked out of the small western-style building and stood straight in the corner.

My heart is hot.

He pursed his lips unconsciously, thinking about every word Bai Qingling said.

Maybe in this way, she will feel more comfortable in her heart, so that she can vent her anger and anger little by little.

For him to be the object of her anger without any scruples, Chen Wencheng no longer plans to care about the consequences, as long as she lives well, it will be good for him.

Bai Qingling, who was about to make waves, got up and went out after feeling guilty for a moment.

still asked Chen Wencheng to drive her to the Fahua Building.

Doesn't it mean that she can do whatever she wants, and if she wants to do a career, she will do a career.

She sat in the back seat, watching Chen Wencheng drive the car honestly, and suddenly her red lips were slightly raised, and she asked, "Fahua Mansion belongs to Yan Lou?" ”

"Yes."

"Listen to the housewarming, my name is written in the title deed of the detective agency and the White Mansion?" She asked again.

"Yes, ma'am."

"How do you get in touch with Yan Lou?" Bai Qingling asked again.

Chen Wencheng was silent for a moment and replied, "Shake the phone for urgent matters, not send an emergency telegram." ”

"Oh." After Bai Qingling finished speaking, he put his arm on the side of the car window and looked out with his chin on his lean.

It seems that she can't annoy Yan Lou face-to-face.

When she arrived at the Fahua Building, she asked Chen Wencheng to wait, and she went upstairs alone.

I didn't go to the detective agency on the third floor first, but went to the Bund newspaper office on the second floor.

The reception did not know who she was, and when he knew that she was going to publish the divorce revelation, he asked for her name and dismissed it.

"Why not?" Bai Qingling asked with a cold face.

"We don't know what the president ordered."