There seemed to be a voice coming from inside the room, it was a woman's very soft voice, Ming Siran's pupils tightened slightly, and in the next second, he suddenly pushed the door open.

The woman and the servant who accompanied her looked at him.

Ming Siran looked at her, the woman was wearing a long dress, her hair was not combed, scattered on her shoulders, fair complexion, soft eyebrows and eyes, looking at the person at the door at the moment, there was surprise in her eyes that could not be concealed.

Like a little white rabbit disturbed by a sudden noise, soft and moving, yet ...... It's not Luo Qiao.

Ming Siran looked at this woman, and slowly lowered her raised hand, her eyes were so cold that there was no warmth, which was completely different from her usual lazy and casual appearance.

After the woman's gaze swept over him, she looked behind him, and her gentle voice was puzzled: "Jikong, what's wrong?" ”

She took a step towards Shen Jikong, and the man with a cold aura glanced at Ming Siran, and then stretched out his hand to her, holding her thin white soft fingers and saying with a smile: "Someone thinks something happened to you, come up and take a look." ”

The woman was petite, and she looked pitiful and weak, and he nestled in the man's arms, and whispered when he heard the words: "What? I'm fine......"

Shen Ji looked at Ming Siran with an indifferent gaze, and raised his eyebrows slightly: "Mr. Ming heard it?" ”

Ming Siran's eyelashes moved, and he said lightly: "This is Mrs. Shen." ”

Shen Jikong pulled his lips: "Otherwise? ”

Ming Siran's eyes swept over the room, a very simple room, as far as the eye could see, there was no place to hide people.

The surroundings were very quiet, and Ming Siran's body was silent, he was silent for a long time, turned his head and glanced at his subordinates, and those men with pistols immediately bowed their heads and withdrew their hands, and stood aside respectfully.

Ming Siran raised his eyes and glanced at the little woman beside Shen Jikong, then looked away and said coldly: "Excuse me." ”

Shen Jikong hugged the woman and said to his subordinates: "It seems that Mr. Ming is not in a good mood today, come and send Mr. Ming out." ”

Ming Siran crossed the two and went downstairs.

Through the glass on the second floor, Shen Jikong watched as the vehicle started slowly, gradually drove away from the manor, and disappeared from sight.

The weak and petite woman leaning on his arms turned pale, and immediately came out of his arms, bowed her head and said respectfully: "Master, I just offended." ”

Shen Jikong slipped into his trouser pocket with one hand, looked at the direction from which the vehicle left, and said indifferently: "Reveal some important clues to other places, so that Ming Siran can leave here as soon as possible." ”

"Don't worry, master."

Shen Jikong sneered, if he didn't let Ming Siran take a look with his own eyes, he wouldn't give up, it was better to let him dispel Luo Qiao's thoughts with him from the beginning, so as not to worry about it in the future.

Looking away, Shen Jikong walked to the other side of the corridor, stretched out his hand and pressed it on the wall, and then the wall moved, followed by a slow move to the side, Shen Jikong walked in with his legs.

The collection room that houses all kinds of famous paintings and books is now in a mess, and the maid is standing next to her, because of the orders she gets, she doesn't dare to stop her, and when she saw Shen Ji coming in the air, she hurriedly said, "Master." ”

Luo Qiao was tired, and was sitting on a stool next to her to rest at the moment, when she caught a glimpse of the man walking towards her, she glanced over her with a cold face.

The entire collection room was as if it had been torn and scratched by a crazy cat, and Shen Jikong couldn't help but chuckle and said, "What a familiar scene." ”