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Hearing this voice, Xirong Ziye suddenly came back to his senses, he knew that this was not Bai Yaoyao's voice, no, the person in front of him was not Bai Yaoyao, it was he who was hallucinating.

He smiled bitterly in his heart, he always thought that he could put it down, but now he realized that a photo could make him hallucinate, which made him unbearable, and he only felt the pain in his heart, even if he hugged Xia Mu Qingyan, it could not be relieved.

He suddenly buckled Xia Mu Qingyan against the wall and kissed it, this kiss was crazy, like a raging storm, Xirong Ziye was eager to prove something.

But Xia Mu Qingyan happily accepted his kiss, she knew that in Xirong Ziye's heart, she was still the most important.

Xia Mu Qingyan thought she had everything under control, but she still didn't know Xirong Ziye's thoughts.

No matter how crazy Xirong Ziye is, he can't devote himself to this kiss, he always feels that the more he kisses, the emptier his heart becomes, and he can't find the feeling he wants at all, and his heart is also very empty, very empty and empty, and it seems that the most important thing is missing.

Even if she treats Xia Mu Qingyan as Bai Yaoyao, she is not Bai Yaoyao.

Xirong Ziye's eyes were empty, he took a few steps back dejectedly, and turned around to leave.

Xia Mu Qingyan was still immersed in the kiss just now, seeing that Xirong Ziye was leaving, she grabbed his arm, and she wanted to continue, "Ziye, shall I go to you?"

Xirong Ziye didn't look back, but his body trembled, and he stiffened: "You go back first." As he spoke, he walked away regardless of it, at this time he only had the truest thoughts in his heart, and he had forgotten to coax Xia Mu to clear the smoke.

Xia Mu Qingyan didn't think much about it, just now she held Xirong Ziye's hand, and she could feel the burning heat like fire, thinking, men are actually the same, he definitely didn't want to hurt her, so he left alone.

Xia Mu Qingyan hugged his chest and looked at the back of Xirong Ziye leaving, the light in his eyes became more and more proud.

The bodyguard of the Natsuki family stood beside Natsuki Qingyan and asked, "Miss, do you need to keep up?"

Xia Mu Qingyan said conceitedly: "No, he is mine, and others can't rob him." When Xirong Ziye saw her just now, she couldn't help hugging her and kissing her, so she didn't need to worry.

Xirong Ziye returned to his residence, took out the photo, looked at it carefully, looked at it, and the green tendons in his hands were about to jump, he immediately dialed a private number and said a few ordinary words, this is his own password signal.

After the other party accepts, they will go to the task.

Looking at the sky, he still disguised himself as a guard, quietly went to a residence, and arranged for someone to check the man in the photo.

"Your Excellency, the man in the photo only has a general outline, which is very blurry, and there is no way to find it."

"No matter how hard it is, you have to find it, and this restaurant has to be found."

"Yes"

After arranging all the tasks, Xirong Ziye returned to his residence, picked up the sweater from last time, and kept looking at it, the trace of blood was still on it, as if to remind him that he was so ruthless and ruthless to her before.

He sat down on the couch, picked up the yarn and knitting needle, and began to knit the sweater, trying to weave the broken sweater completely, and it seemed that it was complete, and so was he and her.

Xirong Ziye didn't sleep all night, knitting sweaters, even if he couldn't, he studied hard, until dawn, he was still repeating the movements in his hands.

And at this time, he suddenly felt a little bit of Bai Yaoyao's mood at the beginning, that kind of waiting and anxiety, that kind of unknown panic, thinking too much, Xirong Ziye's hand movements were also a little anxious, and he suddenly pierced his fingers. 00 collected and organized, the copyright belongs to the author or publisher.