If it weren't for Thirteen's hands trembling inexplicably, her lips tightly pursed together, and she looked panicked, she would have believed it!

Just when she was at a loss, a peeled prawn and a chicken leg suddenly came in the white porcelain bowl in front of her.

She looked blankly at Si Xiuwen.

The man was concentrating on peeling the shrimp.

A wonderful feeling lingered in my heart.

Xin Shuitong pursed her lips and began to pick up chopsticks to eat.

Si Xiuwen, who was constantly peeling shrimp on the side, his eyes lit up slightly, and he nodded his head unobstructedly, and also ate the food in the bowl, while speeding up the speed of peeling shrimp.

It didn't take long for the two of them to sweep away the entire table of food with the momentum of the wind and clouds.

After Xin Shuitong hiccuped, he patted Si Xiuwen's shoulder like a brother, looked comfortable, and went up the stairs with satisfaction, and returned to the bedroom.

Seeing her supporting her waist and stomach, looking like she was eating and supporting, Si Xiuwen's eyes were full of helplessness.

And the thirteen next to him was shocked, and his eyes were full of admiration.

The man wiped his mouth, nodded to Uncle Lai, who had been standing beside them and served them, and then got up and walked towards the study.

Uncle Lai understood, beckoned the servant next to him, and began to clean up the table.

Upstairs, Si Xiuwen sat on a chair and looked at the message sent by Fourteen on the computer, which was about the Imperial Capital Group.

"Young master, I'm going to see that twin brother tomorrow, I heard from the informant that they came prepared this time." Thirteen said respectfully on the side, handing the printed photo in his hand to Si Xiuwen.

One of the twin brothers in the photo wears a white tie and a black suit, while the other is the opposite.

"The white tie is the elder brother, and the black one is the younger brother, and the two of them control the Imperial Capital Group together." Thirteen said, half gesturing to the picture on the table.

Si Xiuwen glanced at the photo, and recalled the scene when he first met them, and their dress was the same as in the photo.

He tapped his head, his fingers tapped on the tabletop, and he made a rhythmic "da-da" sound, and the whole person fell into deep thought.

Seeing this, the thirteen on the side immediately kept silent, not daring to disturb Si Xiuwen at this time.

"It's not going to be good for them to come out of nowhere, but it's not enough for me to take seriously." After a long while, the man sneered, his eyes full of disdain.

He got up and walked out the door, picking up the picture on the table.

Under Thirteen's frightened gaze, the photograph turned into powder in his hands, drifting through the air and disappearing without a trace.

Thirteen felt a cold sweat break out, trembling a little in his heart, and said to Si Xiuwen with great respect: "My subordinates know what to do. ”

When Si Xiuwen was about to leave, Thirteen suddenly remembered one more thing, hurriedly raised his head, and said loudly: "Young Master, we have also found out that the twin brothers each have a son, and they look very similar. Speaking of this, his face was a little strange.

After a pause, he continued, "Their son participated in an online competition, and the young lady's brother, Xin Haotian, also participated, and the result was that he lost. Thirteen said this, his tone becoming smaller and smaller.

Si Xiuwen, who was standing at the door, his eyes were condensed, and the air pressure around his body seemed to have dropped to the lowest point, and a huge sense of oppression instantly enveloped the entire room.

The thirteen on the side only felt that their chests couldn't breathe, and their hearts were constantly stirring, as if they had encountered something dangerous, which was particularly uncomfortable.

"Hmm." Responding softly, Si Xiuwen left the study and walked to the bedroom.

The air pressure in the study dropped suddenly, and Thirteen breathed a deep sigh of relief, there was already a little fine sweat on his head, and he was even more convinced of his young master's terrifying strength.

On the other side, Si Xiuwen lightly pushed open the bedroom door, completely losing the momentum just now, like a child who went out to play crazy at night and secretly ran home, afraid of being caught by his parents.

He slowly walked to the side of the bed, looked at the little lazy cat who was sleeping on the bed wrapped in a quilt, and was a little helpless in his heart, looking at her dotingly and touching her head.

Then I got up and took off my shirt, revealing a solid back and a muscular figure, which I knew at a glance that it was the result of regular exercise.

Si Xiuwen slowly walked into the bathroom, carefully closed the door, opened the water and bathed.

It didn't take long for him to slip on a towel and smell of heat and shower gel, and sit down on the edge of the bed to try to dry his slightly damp hair.

"Hmm~" A coquettish voice sounded, Si Xiuwen's body instantly stiffened, and he sat motionless, quietly looking at Xin Shuitong.

When she turned over and continued to fall asleep peacefully, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief, maybe he had just wiped his hair too much, almost waking Xin Shuitong up.

He got up slowly, left her side, and walked to the desk beside him, and with a little force, the towel flew over his head, and in a moment his hair was almost dry.

The towel was casually placed on the desk by him, and he was just about to go to bed, when he accidentally caught a glimpse of the information on the table out of the corner of his eye.

He casually picked up a copy of the document, which was the wanted warrant for the pursuit of the criminal Yan Qing, as well as a description of Yan Qing's motive and a photo of the deceased at the scene.

"Did you let him run?" Si Xiuwen looked at the materials, and the marks and notes made with different colored pens were dense and countless.

He suddenly understood Xin Shuitong's feelings when he heard his words before.

"This fool!" Si Xiuwen complained softly, as if he saw Xin Shuitong sitting in front of the desk and busily.

Looking at Yan Qing's photo on the table, his eyes were cold and his lips pursed.

At this time, he is like a suppressed volcano, which may erupt at any time and destroy the world.

He pulled out his phone and made a call.

"Young Master." The tone is quiet, and the voice is flat but very comfortable to listen to.

"Yan Qing, police station." Si Xiuwen said just five words, very calm, and it was impossible to guess his emotions.

"Understood." The voice was as cold as before, but there was more of a hint of coldness, as if it came from the depths of the Nine Shadows, a little chilling.

After the person on the phone finished speaking, he hung up the phone.

The person who received Si Xiuwen's instructions was the sixth junior in the Si family's guards. Si Xiuwen was very relieved of him, and he didn't need to say more, Xiao Liu would naturally understand what he meant, arrange things well, and satisfy him.

After calling Xiaoliu, Si Xiuwen slowly climbed onto the bed, stretched out his ape arm and gently wrapped it around, holding Xin Shuitong in his arms, his back close to his chest.