As he spoke, Song Zehan had already stretched out his arm and gently hugged the little woman with a pale face into his arms.

As soon as she finished speaking, warm lips lightly pressed over her forehead.

It's to reassure, but it's also to test her temperature, worrying that she will be sick.

Seeing that Ruan Shiyan didn't speak for a long time, the worry in Song Zehan's heart was silently amplified.

Patiently asked again.

"Yan Yan, what's wrong with you?"

There was a hint of seriousness in the familiar voice, and it broke into his ears directly, pulling Ruan Shiyan's mind back from the shock just now.

She blinked, relieved herself, and raised her hand to Song Zehan's back.

"I ...... I just saw Ren Yi behind you, with a pistol in his hand...... I'm pointing at you......"

Song Zehan's eyebrows furrowed slightly, and he didn't know if he didn't want Ruan Shiyan to worry, or if he really thought her idea was funny, so he hooked the corners of his mouth and chuckled.

"You haven't been on the battlefield, so it's normal that you can't understand it."

“…… What do you mean? ”

"If a gun is pointed at me behind me, my brain will alert me at the first time and urge me to make the right judgment."

Ruan Shiyan was stunned when she heard this.

So amazing?

But as Song Zehan said, she has never been on the battlefield, let alone received orthodox training, so naturally she can't say why, and she is not qualified to refute him.

Maybe...... It's just like if someone is staring at her, her brain can quickly make an early warning and make her feel uncomfortable.

"Okay...... That could be that I was dazzled. Ruan Shiyan breathed a sigh of relief, "Have you finished talking to Ren Yi?" How so? He ......"

Halfway through the words, Ruan Shiyan was worried that the wall had ears, so she passed the rest of her worries and confusion to Song Zehan with her eyes.

Song Zehan glanced at her, didn't answer, and didn't know whether he understood or didn't understand.

"Well, go and call them and go to dinner together."

Seeing that Song Zehan didn't mean to explain, Ruan Shiyan also knew that she couldn't force it, so she had to listen to him and go to the room to call someone, thinking that she would ask him when she returned to the room with Song Zehan and there was no one else.

But at the moment she turned around, Song Zehan's stretched eyebrows instantly tightened.

He slowly turned around and looked in the direction that Ren Yi had just pointed his gun at her.

He didn't lie to Ruan Shiyan, if someone pointed a gun at him, he would indeed feel it.

But he didn't deny that he had just felt the familiar feeling.

He wanted to react at the first time, but he didn't expect Ruan Shiyan to suddenly open the door and suddenly run towards him.

He was afraid that he would scare her, so he pretended to be calm.

But all the attention was focused on hearing, but whenever there was a slight abnormal noise behind him, if the position at that time could not drag Ruan Shiyan into his arms, he would not hesitate to pounce on her.

It's just that Ren Yi left after leaving this kind of warning.

There was a chance to hurt him, but he just gave up and left.

There will only be one answer - this shot is not enough to achieve Ren Yi's goal, so we have to wait for a better opportunity.

But since Ren Yi wants to do this, then he doesn't have to think about any old feelings.

Song Zehan fell into deep thought, planning repeatedly in his mind.

But as soon as he had a plan in his mind, a scream rang out in the room behind him.

It's Song An'an's.

Song Zehan instantly tensed his nerves, turned around, and ran into the room in a few steps.

- In the guest room, the sliding door to the semi-enclosed balcony is wide open, and the curtains are fluttering in the wind.

And on the back of the curtain, the figures of the two people are clearly visible.

A slender woman is held in the arms of a tall man.

The woman's temple was pressed against a black pistol......