until you feel your knees hit the temperature that belongs to another person......

Yan Yu stopped instantly, and then took a step back.

It was very timely to avoid the staging of the vulgar episode of falling.

But he still inevitably smelled the breath of the man.

Clean, mixed with a very faint, fir-like smell, suddenly invaded her breath, lingering for a moment.

…… It's a little more elegant than the body soaked in blood fragrance all year round.

Capturing the familiar soul fluctuations, the girl lord god paused for a moment, and subconsciously turned this thought in her heart, and did not make a sound for a while.

I heard a few rough voices on the other side.

"Master! Are you alright? ”

"Little girl, you should pay more attention when walking."

……

Apparently the other party's bodyguard.

In the words, the nervous concern for the master is overflowing, and the accusation is implicit for her.

Think about the strange feeling at the moment when I just bumped into it......

Yan Yan's heart moved, she listened attentively, and quickly constructed someone's appearance at this time.

A rough image of a wheelchair jumps out.

No wonder the bodyguards are like this......

It turned out to be a patient.

The corners of her lips hooked slightly, she raised her hand and took off her sunglasses, revealing those beautiful but godless eyes, and finally opened her mouth.

"I'm sorry, I can't see it."

The air fell silent.

The bodyguards who had just spoken out rarely changed their faces, and their eyes were unconsciously a little more ashamed.

Although they had already noticed that the girl was limping and wearing sunglasses.

But because she behaved normally and didn't look blind, they didn't even find out the identity of the other party's disabled person, and even thought that she was deliberately touching the porcelain master......

I'm really ashamed of my profession.

What's more, they should have recognized each other in the first place......

They looked at each other, and the one who took the lead opened his mouth and was about to call someone.

Don't want to be in the next second.

But he heard his master open his mouth first.

"It turned out to be a child of the Song family."

A low-magnetic male voice rang out suddenly.

The timbre is as gorgeous and melodious as a piano, with a cold texture like a jade strike, and there is a hint of laughter that is almost undetectable at this time.

Like the wind of an autumn night, lazily brushing across the cheeks, slightly cool and moving.

And falling into the ears of the girl who was several times sharper than her hearing due to blindness at this time, it was even like a kind of seduction, through the eardrum, straight to the bottom of her heart.

Yan Yu subconsciously tilted her head sideways, ignoring the numbness burning in her ears, and finally corresponded the other party with a vague image in the memory of the original body.

Huo Junhuai.

The current chairman of the Huo Group, the real helmsman behind the Huo family, Huo Beicheng's uncle.

and Song Chuwei, the future nephew, naturally met a few times.

Of course, just acquaintance, but not acquaintance.

So when she first met, she didn't match the majestic and unfamiliar "uncle" in her original memory to someone in this world.

And in the recorded "customer" information, according to the original development.

He would die a year later, and the cause of death is unknown.

Huo Beicheng, who had been oppressed by this mountain, also completely ascended to the throne and won all the authority of the Huo clan without a fight.

……

Information about the other party's life flashed through his mind.

The girl's main eyelashes moved, thinking of the "little friend" just called, and then thinking of the other party's 31-year-old "advanced age", the corners of her lips suddenly pulled out a bright arc.

She smiled at him beautifully, with a well-behaved posture and a respectful tone.

"Huo Lao is good."