Half an hour later, Jian Xilin sat in the ebony gold-painted toise chair with a dark face, a lit cigar between the index and middle fingers of his right hand, emitting faint white smoke, and the Swarovski crystal ceiling lamp above his head was bright and clean, but it was impossible to illuminate his increasingly dark face.

"That's what you found out? Well? ”

He slammed the laptop on the coffee table in front of him to the ground, and with a "bang", he dropped the lid directly.

The man standing on the side trembled, quickly lowered his head, and whispered: "Mr. Jian, I really can't find it, I don't believe you look at the video, we have all looked for the streets around Shengtang Yunyuan with cameras, and there is no woman you said." ”

After he finished speaking, he reached out and wiped the cold sweat on his forehead with the back of his hand, and cautiously glanced up at the man opposite, and was immediately startled by his cold eyes.

He had never seen Mr. Jane get so angry.

He has always been a very calm person, no matter how big or small, he can sit down and chat with you while drinking tea, definitely not like now, just drop things to teach people.

Mr. Jane, what's wrong?

Jian Xilin took an impatient puff of his cigar, squinted his eyes, as if thinking about something important, and only said faintly after a while: "Okay, go down, don't stand here and be an eyesore." ”

The man nodded repeatedly, turned around and took two steps, reacted, and hurriedly bent down to collect the broken laptop on the ground.

Jian Xilin slowly glanced around, his gaze sharp.

The villa is unusually cold, and because it is close to the sea, you can hear the sound of waves crashing on the reef outside, which is particularly lonely in the empty night.

He rubbed his brow lightly, lay on his side in the toise longue, closed his eyes and pretended to sleep.

In my mind, the girl's face that was a little blurry never disappeared for a long time.

Jian Xilin knew very well why he was out of control.

That girl...... It's too much like Su Qing.

Especially those eyes as bright as stars, even in the dark, he could see so clearly, just one glance, almost made him fall into the abyss of no return.

But Jian Xilin knew that she was not Su Qing.

Su Qing had died in that car accident ten years ago.

Memories welled up, making him unusually irritable in the silence of the night.

Knock Knock Knock--

There was a soft knock on the door.

"Enter."

Jian Xilin opened his eyes, and the depth of his eyes faded inch by inch, turning into a cold light as indifferent as water.

Steward Wu cautiously pushed the door open a crack, looked at it, and then walked in, rubbed his hands a little nervously, and said, "Mr. Jian, today is Miss Su Qing's ten-year death day, look ......?"

Jian Xilin was stunned for a moment, and immediately frowned in annoyance.

He actually forgot about Su Qing's death day?!

It's incredible......

"I was a little busy today and forgot. You go open a bottle of red wine, prepare two tall wine glasses, and I'll go down in a moment. With that, he got up and went into the bathroom.

Steward Wu looked at his lonely back and sighed secretly.

It's been ten years, and he's still like this, not close to any woman, and only puts his heart on the dead person.

In the final analysis, Su Qing was just the former adopted daughter of the Jian family, and she was killed in a car accident before she could even be picked up from the welfare home. At that time, the entire bus was overturned into the river, and there was no hope of survival. Until now, the bodies of a carload of people have not been found, and they must be dead.

Steward Wu knew very well why Jian Xilin was so obsessed with Su Qing.

Because he was saved by the girl.