"Well," said the man cautiously, "miss, do you need me here?" ”

Xia Wei nodded, the sharp tip of the knife removed the bath towel on Song Wen's body, she waved her hand to let the man leave, paused and said, "Wait, you go and change your clothes." ”

The man stood on his feet and looked back at her.

Xia Wei didn't look back, "It's in the bedroom, Song Wen's clothes, wear them casually." ”

"Yes."

The man pursed his lips and walked away quickly.

Xia Wei looked at the quiet man in front of her, her fingers ran over the warm skin, she kissed the man's handsome eyebrows a little excitedly, and said softly: "Do you still love me?" ”

Of course, no one answered, she laughed to herself, her expression gradually became hideous, and her eyes were cold and cold that Song Wen had never seen before.

She propped her chin on one hand, and the cold wind ruffled her hair. Xia Wei slowly outlined the man's outline, "You are really good-looking, Arwen." It used to be. ”

"I don't know if this layer of skin is as deceptive as your face."

Behind the woman was a knife, glowing slightly in the light. She pulled out a handful of her hand and said with a smile: "It's a pity that you can't see it now, nana." This knife is much sharper than Zhou Qi's, and I will make perfect use of what I have learned and cut out what you have to give me. ”

"Actually, I don't know what I've been thinking lately, but every time I see you, I'm relieved." Xia Wei shook the knife on Song Wen's head, "But what? Maybe I haven't seen you for a long time, and I'm not at ease. ”

"I can dream of this knife day and night. You say that when I cut Zhou Qi to death in the future, will this knife make him more painful than his knife? ”

The man's eyes were quietly closed, and there was no expression on his face.

Xia Wei used two fingers to lift his lips up a little, and before he was happy to let go of his hand, the shape of his lips dropped again. She raised her eyebrows, a little angry.

"You don't look very happy." She said to herself, "That's right, is it because I slept with another man in front of you?" ”

"Poof." She chuckled, "What's this, didn't you sleep with other women in front of me?" Just one in the bathroom and one in the basement. ”

"That's my new pose, and I haven't used it on you yet."

I don't know if it's a lighting problem, the man's face is whiter. His head was slightly tilted, and his eyes were obscured by messy strands of hair.

Xia Wei looked at his face, her eyes were slightly sunk, she picked up the scalpel and cut off the bangs in front of the man's eyes with great skill, Song Wen's handsome face did not change because of the hairstyle.

She looked at it for a while and seemed to feel that something was wrong, and grabbed the man's hair with some irritability, and cut it clean from the back to the front, but because it was not professional, or perhaps because of the problem of the knife, the man's hair was cut thinly.

It's like being gnawed by a dog, and it's uneven.

Just as Xia Wei frowned, the man who had just gone out slowly walked in. She looked back, stunned for a moment, and then turned her head, "It's perfect for you." The clothes in that cabinet are all yours. ”

The man resigned, "Thank you, Miss." ”

Xia Wei paused, and looked back a little unpleasantly, "I'm not allowed to say thank you again," seeing the man's cowardly appearance, his tone softened a little, "Since the day you followed me, we have been a family." ”

The man nodded, "...... Xie, we are a family, Sister Weiwei." ”

Xia Wei smiled and stretched out her hand to him, the man bent down obediently, and she rubbed it, as if a man had rubbed her hair hard, "Good." ”

"Now, stand aside." Xia Wei played with the knife in her hand, "Give me whatever I call." ”

"I see."

After so many days, the man is also very proficient in understanding various utensils, and has a tacit understanding with the woman in front of him.

When she used people as tools again and again.

The dissecting table was clean, and there was no trace of the past, Song Wen was lying on it, and the place behind the operating table gradually became cold.

The woman was dressed in a wide bathrobe and sat on top of the man with her feet raised, and she knelt on it, revealing her rounded shoulders, and the knife sank into the man's body in the light.

Song Wen tilted his head, his eyelids struggled to break away, and he twisted fiercely, and he fell asleep weakly.

Xia Wei glanced at the man next to him who was so frightened that he almost fell to his knees, and was silent for a moment, "Mountain tears." You're no longer his assistant. Don't be afraid of him. ”

The man stood up straight and smiled, indicating that he was fine, and his trembling hands were hidden behind him. His eyes wandered and wandered.

"Bring the cotton."

"Oh oh......" The man came back to his senses and immediately took the cotton cloth on the shelf, because he was too nervous, he couldn't concentrate and knocked over a cup when he took the cotton cloth, and the cups fell to the ground one after another, colliding violently.

He stood in place awkwardly, looked at Xia Wei, and immediately bent down in a panic to pick it up.

Because he had been in formalin for too long, things had become slippery, and he had failed to catch them several times.

Xia Wei frowned, "You put it down." ”

The man stood upright and stood there motionless.

"Give me the towel."

The man walked over, handed her the towel, and said embarrassedly, "I'm sorry to ......"

"You go out first." Xia Wei said.

"And these things?"

"I'll clean it up later."

Mountain Tears nodded, "Then I'll go down first, you have something to call me." ”

Xia Wei ignored him, because the man lying under her was bleeding profusely, she used a towel to plug the man's waist, and the place she had just stabbed into was the left side of her stomach, and the blood couldn't be stopped after she was pulled out.

It's not the same as usual.

Seeing that the towel was soaked and blood was soaked out, Xia Wei blinked, and the towel fell to the ground as soon as her hand was loosened.

Broken glass and eyeballs covered the ground.

Shan Tear sat at the door in a regular manner, using the most familiar sitting posture, probably because he was wearing clothes worth hundreds of thousands of dollars, and he felt that his usual sitting posture was like a big guy now.

He looked up at the stars shining in the night, and missed the moon in front of his grandmother's house in the countryside.

What was he thinking at that time?

He wanted to get a good job in the city when he grew up, and he wanted to ask his parents why they stayed in the city and didn't want to go back to see him.

But Shan Tear came to the city for so long and didn't see his parents, maybe somewhere incognito. Mountain tears kind of want to laugh, their kind of little people. What's worth a makeover.

Maybe long dead.

Thinking about it this way, the mountain tears are not particularly sad.

A few maids came in front of him, and he subconsciously stood up and was about to leave, but suddenly stopped when he remembered something.

"Hello sir."

"You ...... Good evening. Mountain tears coughed and stumbled, "Where are you going?" ”

The beautiful maid blinked, couldn't help but cover her mouth and snickered, "Of course it's to go back and rest." ”

Mountain Tears blushed, "Oooh. ”

The maids smiled and walked away, and Shan Tear sat down again, he didn't care at all whether Song Wen's hundreds of thousands of clothes were dirty.

Feeling the coldness coming from under his buttocks, Shan Tear thought in a trance, he was no longer a desperate teenager squatting on the side of the road crying, and he was no longer a confused little assistant trembling beside the president.

He's just a lover of the women inside.

Lover.

Tears held his cheeks, and he never thought that he would become an identity that anyone in this modern world would spurn.

It's just that.

The woman who cried and kissed his lips really couldn't refuse.

Maybe.

Can't refuse the blurred street, the outstretched hands?

Mountain tears don't know.

He had been confused.

I thought I was going to die of confusion.

The cold wind blew, and the man shivered, but he didn't feel cold.

Maybe it's because of the dress?

Mountain tears slightly hooked the corners of his lips and tightened his clothes slightly.

In fact, Miss Xia Wei knew that he liked men, but she still wanted him. He didn't understand it a little, but now it seems to be a little understood.

Because he wears Mr. Song Wen's clothes, if you just look at the back, it is almost exactly the same.

He really didn't understand.

I love it very much, but I still have to do such a thing.

Why, exactly?

Before he could figure it out, he felt a pain in his neck and was strangled fiercely.

"Uh, uh," he struggled subconsciously, his hands gripping the rope tightly.

The person behind him was close to his ear, "Where is President Song......

"Uh, uh......" He couldn't speak, pointing his finger indiscriminately.

I felt the rope loosen, and before I could catch my breath, I felt a pain in the back of my head.

The man behind him gave him a hammer as soon as he let go of his hand.

Mountain tears fell softly at the door.

This villa is surrounded by night, and the security guards in the security room are sleeping quietly in the security room, with soup sprinkled next to them, and the surveillance in front of them is pitch black.

The woman was barefoot in pajamas, looking at the dark villa, and her eyes were also dark.

The wind blew her long hair, like a night elf.

There were a few people standing silently behind her, she didn't speak, and the others didn't move.

Seeing the infrared light through the bushes, she pursed her lips and casually wore slippers to enter, and the people behind her automatically dispersed.

Cai Yiqin walked slowly in the villa, familiar as walking in her own garden, she was not afraid of the road ahead at all, even if there was no light.

The man who got the information about the mountain tears went in and took a look, stepped lightly into the bedroom, and saw the basement. He didn't get closer, and immediately turned around and went out to send a message to inform Cai Yiqin.

Then when he turned back again, he was confronted by the swarthy hole.

"Bang."

Very small pistol, firing without a single sound.

The man's eyes widened and he fell limply to the ground.

Xia Wei walked back in her pajamas, without closing the basement door or moving immediately. She walked barefoot to the dissecting table and looked at the man and smiled.

"Wait. Wait, you're totally mine. ”

The man on the stage had a whole hole in his stomach, and it was not as simple as stabbing at the beginning, the blood did not flow on the ground, it was packed in a jar.

There were already four or five such jars, and the blood was black.

The man was lying on the dissecting table, his eyes closed, his breathing gradually weaker.

For a body with a golden ratio, it is much better to cut a chest full of muscles than a chest full of fat.

When Xia Wei was collecting materials, the first target was a fat woman, but the fat on her stomach was so greasy that she couldn't help but vomit.

"It's better to be a man in my family."

The corpse is so good, too.

She raised her knife and cut it slowly.

Cai Yiqin walked to the door and saw a man lying unconscious outside the door, and a familiar corpse.

She raised her eyebrows in surprise, slightly flustered.

Xia Wei has a gun.

That woman, the woman she had always hated to death in her memory, was finally no longer the White Rabbit?

She will kill.

What about Song Wen?

Cai Yiqin pursed her lips and walked in slowly, she walked towards the bedroom, and saw the door at a glance.

The closer I got, the more my heart pounds.

Arvin.