The big bed in the room was big enough for a giant like him to lie on it.

Is the black sheet on top made of silk?

According to Yan Xiaojing's guess, Xiao Lingyun must have brought many women to his lair. Even a fool can imagine what will happen in the room after he closes the door.

Hearing the sound of the lock clasping, her heart hung in the air.

"So, about my father......" she masked her uneasiness in a lively voice.

Xiao Lingyun walked past her, took off the jacket on her body, revealing the tight T-shirt inside, and her arms full of raw strength were exposed. The moment she dropped her leather coat, her strong biceps and triceps bulged up, making her look at it intently. He removed the empty scabbard from his shoulder, and the tattoo on the inside of his arm was also exposed, leaving Yan Xiaojing with a startled glance.

He walked into the bathroom. All I heard was the sound of water rushing. Then he walked out, towel-dried his face, put his sunglasses back on, and then looked at her.

"Your father, Lu Qingyang, he is a respectable man." Xiao Lingyun casually threw the towel into the bathroom, sat on the sofa, and propped his elbows on his knees, "Before he became a fighter, he was a nobleman of the ancient country in the north. He is...... He was my friend, my brother who fought with me. ”

Brothers.

He's been using that title all the time.

There is no doubt that they are all mafia for sure.

A smile crossed the corner of Xiao Lingyun's mouth, as if he remembered something interesting. "Qingyang's fighting skills are very high, his feet are very fast, he is very good at playing with knives, and he is cunning to death. He was highly educated and a true gentleman. He speaks eight languages and knows everything from world religions to art history and philosophy. He can talk about the financial crisis on Wall Street, to the fact that the Sistine Chapel's dome is Mannerist rather than Renaissance, and goes on and on until your ears are calloused. ”

Xiao Lingyun sat on the sofa, spread his legs, put his strong arm on the back of the sofa, and pulled the black hair on his forehead back with the other hand, looking relaxed and comfortable.

And it's sexy.

"No matter how dirty things are, Lu Qingyang will not lose his temper. He always concentrates on the task at hand first. His death was honored by all his brothers. ”

It seems that Xiao Lingyun really misses her father very much. Or rather, a lot of nostalgia for someone who might have been her father......

What exactly is he trying to prove? Yan Xiaojing was very puzzled, what did she mean by saying these nonsensical words?

Still don't want to, she's in his bedroom now, isn't she?

"Ruan Yuanshou told me that your father loves you deeply."

Yan Xiaojing pursed her lips and said disdainfully: "If I believe that what you said is true, then should I wonder why my father doesn't even want to see me if he cares about me so much?" ”

"It's complicated."

"Yes, it's really hard to walk in front of your daughter, shake hands, and say your name!" Yan Xiaojing teased. She got up and walked around the room, and then found herself walking to the big bed, and hurriedly turned away: "There is also the so-called fighter's rhetoric, is it to put gold on his face?" Is he also a mafia? ”

"Mafia? We are not the mafia, Yan Xiaojing. ”

"So, you're a bunch of professional killers and drug dealers? Well, if you think about it, diversification might be a good strategy. Not to mention, you're going to need a lot of cash to keep a fancy house like this, and fill it with art that only museums have. ”

"Lu Qingyang's money is inherited, and he is very good at taking care of assets." Xiao Lingyun raised his head and seemed to be looking at the house, "You are his goddaughter, everything he has belongs to you." ”

Yan Xiaojing narrowed her eyes and said, "Oh, really? ”

He nodded.

Empty words, all falsehoods. She thought to herself.

"So, where is the will? What about the executor, what about the handover documents? Wait, let me guess, this house needs a testament, right, maybe 30 years to wait? She rubbed her dry eyes, "You know what? Xiao Lingyun, you don't need to lie to trick me into going to bed with you~ , that will only make me feel humiliated. All you have to do is open your mouth. ”

She let out a sigh of relief. Until now, she didn't realize that a small part of her heart had made an answer for her, a final answer.

Whenever a person is desperate, he becomes a complete fool.

"Listen, I'm ready to go, it's just ......"

Xiao Lingyun rushed in front of her in the blink of an eye and blocked her way: "I can't let you leave like this." ”

Fear sprouted in Yan Xiaojing's heart, but she still decided to face it bravely: "You can't force me to stay." ”

He picked up her face, Yan Xiaojing stepped back and wanted to get rid of it, but he didn't let go, and his fingers continued to wipe her face.

Every time he approached, Yan Xiaojing would be unable to move as if he had taken ecstasy. As she did now, she felt her body begin to lean uncontrollably towards him.

"I didn't lie to you," he continued, "it was your father who asked me to protect you, because you will need my help, trust me. ”

She turned her head: "I don't want to hear the word 'believe' come out of your mouth. ”

She knew very well that everything was a lie. This guy, the criminal who almost killed a police officer in front of her, is still delusional about convincing himself of his lies.

Besides, he stroked her face like a lover.

He must have taken her for an idiot.

"Listen, I've seen my birth record." "My birth certificate clearly says, 'Father unknown.'" But there's a note at the back of the document that my mother once told a nurse in the delivery room that he had died. Before she could say her name, she was frightened by the postpartum hemorrhage. Then she died. ”

"I'm sorry. But that's not the case. ”

"You're sorry? Yes, the lie was exposed by me, of course you have to regret it. ”

"I'm not playing games with you......"

"You dare to say no! Why don't you die! God, I just wish I could see any of them, even for a second......" She stared at him with disgust, "You're so cruel. ”

He replied solemnly in a tone of unusually disappointedness: "I don't know how to make you believe me. ”

"Don't bother. Your credit is worthless. She grabbed her purse, "I'm annoyed, maybe that's it." I'd rather he's dead than know he's a criminal. It's at least better than knowing that we've been living in the same city, and that he doesn't have the slightest curiosity to know what I look like. ”