Qi Hanjun has always disliked banquets.

Now I don't like it even more because of that inexplicable anxious mood.

He came to the deck of the ship, lit a cigarette, and his faint gaze wandered freely.

The sea breeze at night was a little cold, and his inky hair was gently blown, only to see the screws under his forehead deepening, and his ink-black eyes seemed to be cold.

What Zhao Cheng said kept circling in his mind, "Young master, Miss Yan Yan did have a car accident a year ago, when her steering wheel lost control and hit the railing on the elevated highway directly, and the scene was very tragic. Miss Yan Yan was directly seriously injured and fell into a coma, and when she woke up, she did lose all her memories. ”

"It's just that Young Master Su completely blocked this matter at that time, and coupled with your attitude towards the Yan family at that time, Young Master, no one dared to say it in front of you."

What if he knew, he thought?

Will he let her go?

The answer is obvious.

No.

Qi Hanjun was immersed in his own thoughts, so much so that when the slightly familiar back came into his eyes, he was in a trance.

The girl was about the same height as her, and in his eyes anyway, she was too short.

She was wearing a simple white T-shirt and jeans, her short chestnut hair fluttering in the wind, her hands resting on the railing, and she was looking out to sea with her back to him.

Qi Hanjun laughed lightly, thinking that Yan Yan was also a high-profile and willful daughter before, and the clothes in each season must also be the latest models of high-end brands.

She doesn't hesitate to sell herself now, how can she dress so ordinarily on such an important occasion?

Although he thought so, he never retracted his gaze, just leaned lazily on the railing and stared at his back not far away.

Yan Yan's back was straight, and he was cold.

She felt as if her soul was going to be seen through by him.

She really didn't understand, she just wanted to come out to breathe, how could she run into him again?

Yan Yan bit her lower lip slightly, she wondered if God had corrected her.

She tried her best to avoid his gaze, but Qi Hanjun finally found her.

He snuffed out the cigarette butt.

Yan Yan lowered her head, eager to bury her head in her clothes, and noticing his footsteps, she immediately stepped up and tried to pass by his side.

Her eyes were closed, and the rhythm of her heartbeat had reached its peak.

Qi Hanjun grabbed her arm expressionlessly and pulled the person back.

His movements were urgent and ruthless, Yan Yan's heels did not stand firm, and the whole person was slammed by him on the railing.

Yan Yan was already pitifully thin, her body was full of bones, and her back hit the stainless steel railing so hard that her eyes turned red in pain.

Her eyes were mixed with some anger, but she never dared to be too presumptuous.

Her lips opened and closed, obviously wanting to open her mouth to question, but for a long time, she didn't say a word.

This man did it on purpose.

What is there for her to ask?

He trapped her between his arms, his tall figure almost completely enveloping her, he leaned against her, and said slowly, "Yanyan, so coincidental? See you again? ”

Such a soft voice made Yan Yan goosebumps.

She knew that this man's smile and gentleness were just his mask, and behind that mask, was his murderous intent and ruthlessness.

Enough to kill people.

And now he wants to kill her with a knife.

Yan Yan clenched his fingertips, "I'm just out to relax, it's not too early, I'll go back first." ”

Facing him, she was so nervous that she could hear her own breathing.

She just wanted to get out of here quickly.