Because that's not true, and Xiao Lingyun doesn't want to turn Yan Xiaojing into his own Wu Xiangnu. However, as soon as she thought of the policeman doing something to her, Xiao Lingyun was full of jealousy, impulsiveness, and even a little annoyed that she didn't kill that ordinary person in the end. After thinking about it, the words that he was about to say slipped out of his mouth again.

Oh, what a damn one. He sighed. Did this woman cast magic on his brain? Did she find a way to unplug the vaunted self-control he was proud of and turn it onto the madness within him?

He must steer clear of such dangerous relationships.

After all, neuroticism should be the preserve of Su Pan alone. They don't need another big mine that is about to explode among their brothers.

Yan Xiaojing closed her eyes and leaned on Xiao Lingyun, trying her best to drive the suffocating and terrible wound away from her mind. But this is as futile as shielding the sun from the palm of your hand, and there are always small images that continue to seep in: the glowing red yang spirit, the upturned dark red muscles, the white bones exposed in the deepest part of the wound, and the steel needle that constantly shuttles through the skin and flesh for stitching, leaving black lines on the surface of the skin.

She could only open her eyes again.

It feels slightly better.

No matter how easy the man was to say it, he didn't handle it like a small bump, and he should have gone to the hospital for treatment. If he hadn't been busy persuading the Thai pho in his stomach to stay where he was, Yan Xiaojing would probably have fought hard and forced the other party to go to the hospital.

Then again, the man's movements looked very expert, as if he could stitch up the wound himself.

Other than that, the man was a handsome and beautiful man. Although she was frightened by the bruises on his face, Yan Xiaojing still unconsciously noticed the fatal attraction of the face. He was wearing black leather pants and long riding boots, similar to Xiao Lingyun's dress, with short black hair and blue eyes that exuded rainbow-like light, just a handsome face that belonged to the big screen. There is also the toned body that has to be mentioned, the open shirt is pulled to the side, and the two well-developed pectoral muscles highlight the embossed effect under the light of the bathroom ceiling lamp, showing a pure sense of strength. The entire back is completely covered by a striking multicolored dragon tattoo, which shocks those who see it for the first time.

However, it is normal for Xiao Lingyun to have such a partner. She couldn't imagine that someone like him would mingle with the skinny and weak sissy of the tax accountant and the like.

It's supposed to be a drug dealer, right? No, they must be a bunch of drug dealers. With pistols, knives, and a lot of cash, who would rather treat themselves than go to the hospital after being slashed with a knife?

She remembered that the man also had a ring-shaped scar on his chest, exactly the same as Xiao Lingyun's body.

They're a gang, she guessed. Or a drug cartel.

Thinking of this, she reached out to push Xiao Lingyun, wanting to make some breathing space for herself, and the latter took the opportunity to let go of the hand that was holding her.

Then, the two walked into a room painted lemon yellow, and Yan Xiaojing couldn't help but slow down. This room is more like a small museum, or some kind of collection room that can only be found in Architectural Digest magazine. Layers of white curtains cover the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, expensive paintings shine on the walls, and artwork is tastefully decorated throughout the room. She looked down at the high-end Turkish carpet beneath her feet, which alone was probably enough to buy her apartment.

Maybe they're not only in the big~ hemp and methamphetanine and dropdown business, she speculates, they may also be involved in the arms trade on the black market.

Such a combination is very rare.

"It's a good thing." She pointed to an antique box and said, "Very good." ”

The evaluation did not get a response, so she peeked over and saw Xiao Lingyun standing in the middle of the room with his hands clasped in front of his chest, he was still on guard at home.

I really don't know if he has any time to relax? She thought to herself.

"Are you a collector?" She asked casually, hoping to delay for a while and calm her nerves. She walked up to a pop-style oil painting: "This painting is beautiful. ”

Oh my God, this is Jeff Koons's work, and one is probably worth millions of dollars, she was secretly speechless.

Still no response. She turned her head again, only to find that he was indifferent to the painting on the wall, just staring intently at her every move, and his face did not show the pride that the owner of the painting should have.

If you hear someone admiring your collection, it's certainly not that way for a collector.

"It's not your home." She judged.

"Your father lives here."

Is it? Still loading. Yan Xiaojing was a little displeased.

Forget it, since she came all the way here, let's accompany her to the end.

"Then he must have a lot of money. What does he do? ”

Xiao Lingyun walked across the room to a delicate full-length portrait of a figure who looked like a lord.

"You come with me."

"What? You want me to wear this wall......"

He pressed the frame on one side of the painting, and the canvas immediately rolled up, revealing a dark corridor behind it.

"Ahh She sighed.

He made an inviting gesture: "Ma'am, please." ”

Yan Xiaojing cautiously took a few steps forward, and the light of the gas lamp danced on the surface of the black stone. She stooped down to look down and saw a staircase stretching down and disappearing into the far corner.

"What's down there?"

"A place where we can talk."

"Why don't we stay here and talk?"

"Because I think there's something you'd want to talk about privately. Besides, my brothers may be coming back. ”

"Your brothers?"

"Yes."

"How many of them are there?"

"Now there are only five. Don't stand here, keep walking. Nothing down there will hurt you, I promise. ”

Aha, okay. She didn't believe it.

But Yan Xiaojing still stepped past the gilded frame and stepped into the deep darkness.

Yan Xiaojing took a deep breath, and there was no musty smell in the air as expected. She hesitated and reached for the stone walls on either side, which had no moss suitable for growing in the damp. The entire aisle was left with endless darkness. She carefully explored each step, slowly descending it. The gas lamps on the walls are like tiny fireflies, emitting a faint light just to illuminate themselves, not to illuminate the way forward for those who go down the steps.

She went to the bottom floor. The door on the right is open, and the warm light of candles is scattered inside.

The interior of the room is decorated in a very similar style to the passage outside. High black walls, dimly lit, but spotlessly cleaned. Seeing the candlelight dancing on the candlestick, she felt a little relieved, put her handbag on the coffee table, and wondered if Xiao Lingyun was sleeping here.