The voice is indifferent, mixed with a hint of coldness, unusually calm, but it makes people tremble inexplicably.

Rong Sheng: "............"

Rong Sheng tilted his head and snorted softly, and the magnetic voice was accompanied by the sound of rain: "Have you tried?" ”

A flirtatious voice, biting ambiguous words.

His eyes were still full of deep lingering.

Hua Ling looked away indifferently, there was no joy or sorrow in her eyes, some were just cold and detached, ignoring this person's vexatious entanglement.

The mission has been completed and it is time to leave.

She turned around, her all-black figure looking a little strange in the night, and her silhouette was blurred by the night.

The man whistled, and a flirtatious voice sounded behind him: "How do you know if you don't try, if you're free another day, you can try to rob me...... I promise not to resist ......"

The last sentence was said by him ruffian and playful.

Rob him?

Neuropathy.

Hua Ling walked in the rain curtain and didn't look back, but her good-looking brows frowned slightly, and the man's face flashed in her mind.

She is very beautiful, the most beautiful of all the people she has ever seen.

He came to a conclusion.

A good-looking neurotic.

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The next day, in the afternoon.

The antique tea room has a curling heat.

The aroma of tea is pervasive.

The man sat behind the desk and skillfully poured her a cup of hot tea: "Taste it." ”

Hua Ling is still wearing a simple black sweatshirt, wearing a hat and a mask, which is tightly covered, only revealing a pair of cold eyes, and there is no temperature.

She walked over and stretched out a small finger, and she could faintly see the sickly white skin, as if she had not seen the sun all year round.

The thin white fingertips pinched the porcelain cup and took a sip.

"Thank you, boss."

Hearing this, the man's fingers paused slightly, and then he chuckled.

She's really different.

Hua Yu didn't think there was anything wrong, although everyone else called him the head of the house, but since he hired himself, he was the boss.

She only listened to him.

Hua Yu took out a mobile phone in a sealed bag and placed it on the table.

"This was found on that person, but it was soaked in rain and couldn't turn on the machine."

Rong Zhaozong smiled shallowly, and a few laugh lines floated at the end of his eyes: "It's okay, I'll deal with it." ”

He has a gentle voice and is always considerate and tolerant of people and things.

He is the head of the Rong family.

Although he is nearly fifty years old, it can be seen that he must have been a beautiful man when he was young.

There is a calmness and elegance that has experienced strong winds and disasters all over the body.

Rong Zhaozong sat in a wheelchair, with a cashmere blanket on his knees, and his hands were stacked on it, giving people a feeling like a spring breeze: "Eleven, you have completed this task very well." ”

Her name is Hua Ying, and her current identity is a secret guard, responsible for completing the tasks ordered by her employer.

Her code name is Eleven.

Rong Zhaozong raised his arm, wore a green jade wrench on his thumb, took a sip of tea, and gossiped with her: "Did you encounter anything interesting?" ”

Now that Hua Ling is sent to follow the juniors of the Rong family, she has not seen the boss for a long time.

It's been a long time since we've had a conversation like this.

Interesting?

When completing the task, is it interesting to encounter the little boss being chased and killed?

Hua Ling raised her eyebrows slightly, and finally shook her head.

"Nope."

Although the little boss is the only son of the boss, he is not the same as the boss.