Now that he has lost his personal freedom and his future is uncertain, it is fortunate that with him, he will not be lonely, lonely, or fearful. They already have enough tacit understanding, and they also have the courage and determination to meet all challenges.

He finally let go of her hand, and they each languished in the dark, gritting their teeth and enduring it, but they also silently comforted and supported each other, encouraging each other.

For two days in a row, both of them lived as if they were in prison, living in isolation from the outside world. Under the persecution of Wei Kezheng, Cheng Sally simply made up the reason why Mu Qingcheng was sick and needed to recuperate, so that she could no longer participate in the activities until the people of the cultural exchange group returned to China, and then made another plan.

On the night of the third day, Cheng Yijie felt a movement from the buttons on his body. He held his breath and stared, and after a while, he called out "little orange" softly.

Mu Qingcheng didn't fall asleep either, he immediately moved, but he still didn't dare to make a sound.

"It's time to speak." He stretched out his hand to caress her face, "He Muxuan and I have a unique set of passwords, which can communicate through the micro button communication equipment on my body, and it is difficult for the outside world to crack and listen, he just sent me a message that our people have invaded the monitoring system, and we have two hours to move and talk freely in this room."

"What about two hours later?" Mu Qingcheng asked.

"They first figured out the layout of the entire building, and after two hours, they began to prepare for the breakout." Cheng Yijie hugged her hard, "We can't control the things outside, let's do what we need to do first." ”

Suddenly learning that he could speak freely for two hours, Mu Qingcheng only felt full of words, but he didn't know where to start. I didn't understand the meaning of his last sentence. "What should I do?"

Cheng Yijie chuckled, and his hand slipped in from the hem of her clothes, exploring gently.

She finally reacted and grabbed his hand. "At this time, you still have the mind ......"

He rolled over and pressed her, blocked the words behind her with his lips, kissed her until she gasped, and then lightly bit her earlobe, and the warm breath made her soft. "'Peony flowers die, and ghosts are also romantic', this sentence won my heart."

Although Cheng Yijie took off his shirt and threw it aside, He Muxuan still heard some movement. "Damn, this pervert." He laughed and scolded, "I want him to hurry up and explain to his wife clearly, he is good and doesn't do business." ”

A foreign male companion beside He Muxuan came over and listened for a while, eating and laughing. "That's the business, you bachelor doesn't understand the beauty of it. You Chinese don't have a saying, the head of the bed quarrels and the end of the bed closes, and when you finish doing the right thing, all problems are solved. ”

There were other men present, and they all laughed when they understood what they were talking about. He Muxuan looked embarrassed, he really hadn't experienced that kind of wonder, but it should be soon. He thought of Xia Mo's sweet smile, his lovely son, how could he not understand her affection for him, he was also deeply rooted, but he was suffering from the obstacle of identity and could not respond. He was stunned and fell into a reverie, and when he successfully completed the task this time, he went back to confess to Xia Mo, he wanted to prepare a big surprise for her, so that she would bloom like a flower in his arms. He thought about it, and he laughed unconsciously, and laughed so happily, as if all the hardships and dangers around him had been far away.

In the darkroom of the wine cellar, Cheng Yijie was so urgent, warm, affectionate and wild, tirelessly asking for the love that had been suppressed for days.

She put her arms around his neck and buried her cheeks in his shoulder sockets. "Can you tell me who you really are?"

"I'm an undercover agent of Interpol, and I broke into Jim's criminal gang, and Jim and I have always been in one-line contact, and I have no chance to contact his upline." This is the first time that he confided in her the secret hidden in his heart, "Strict confidentiality is the first requirement of undercover, including his own family, and he can't reveal a word." ”

"I understand." Mu Qing clarified the importance of Chu undercover secrecy, "He Muxuan, is an undercover agent like you?" ”

"Yes." He replied, "Just like the underground party used to pretend to be a husband and wife, we pretended to be homosexuals, so that we could meet often and exchange information." I'm sorry you ate his vinegar for a long time. ”

She smiled lightly and continued to seize the last moment to ask: "What happened when you were dressed as a vampire in your sister's house?" ”

"That night I came to this manor to attend a masquerade ball hosted by my sister and brother-in-law, and on the way I received a call from Jim, who hurried over to meet him, and Jim saw me dressed as a vampire and was very interested, saying that he liked vampires the most and asked me to do a vampire dance. I played the music, and as soon as I started, I was interrupted by you. ”

Recalling that thrilling adventure for Mu Qingcheng, he also smiled, "At first, Jim and I thought that you were here to spy on intelligence. When I first saw you, I thought that this girl was very beautiful, and she had a lot of personality, and she was very bold. Judging by your drunken appearance, it should be pure drinking too much, using the strength of alcohol to cause destruction. But Jim is ruthless and suspicious, and will definitely not let you go, and sure enough, he quickly points a gun at you. Everything I've done since then has been to save you and help you escape. I told Jim that I don't like to see someone die in front of me, let alone a drunk, unsane woman, that's my bottom line.

After returning to China, I didn't expect to meet you again at the garbage dump, you turned out to be Yang Ru's niece. Everything was meant to be, and I know Jim has his eye on you, and he's done a full investigation of you and found you to be of use to us. I don't want him to hurt you, so I will approach you first, and it just so happens that the family is urging marriage urgently, so I thought, if I can marry you home, I can not only give an explanation to the family, but also protect you, killing two birds with one stone. I'm very useful to Jim, they need me, and naturally they don't dare to be too presumptuous and touch my people casually. ”

"It turns out that you didn't marry me because you loved me." She was deliberately coquettish.

"I approached you at first, it was really not because of love, I also thought I was rational enough to deal with it. But I still can't help falling in love with you, and I'm so deep that I can only suffer. Do I love you, can't you feel it? He couldn't help but bow his head and kiss her again.

She pushed him away. "Don't do this, there's no time!"

He let out a sullen laugh. "There's one minute left, okay, let's go to sleep."

The two of them each rolled over and closed their eyes. Although he turned his back to his back and didn't say a word anymore, Mu Qingcheng felt that his heart was unprecedentedly steady, all the estrangement, suspicion, and pain in the past slipped away in an instant, and the predicament of being imprisoned disappeared without a trace, she listened to his steady breathing and fell asleep peacefully.

The next morning, Mu Qingcheng had just finished repairing a hole in the painting and pasted a folding strip on the back to reinforce it, when there was a sudden sound outside. Now is not the time to deliver food, Cheng Yijie opened the door a crack, heard footsteps from far and near, and a deep voice sounded: "You two, come out." ”

"Someone's coming." Cheng Yijie heard Wei Kezheng's voice, turned his head to Mu Qingcheng and said, "He let us out." ”

Mu Qingcheng stood up, and the two of them walked out of the darkroom one after another.

Mu Qingcheng was taken aback when he saw that it was Wei Kezheng, Cheng Yijie deliberately did not reveal to her who was Jim, so that he would have the most real reaction.

"You...... Is that Jim? Mu Qingcheng immediately guessed his identity, the Jim who had repeatedly frightened her and haunted her turned out to be the beautiful male singer Wei Kezheng. She couldn't connect his appearance with that ruthless Jim!

"Yes, I'm Jim." Wei Kezheng generously admitted, "Your husband and I are good partners with tacit understanding, he actually participates in every action we take, you have been kept in the dark, you don't know his true face, it's really pitiful." ”

"You steal cultural relics, it is extremely shameful, and intentional murder is an unforgivable crime!" Mu Qingcheng is righteous and strict.

"You're so innocent and cute." Wei Kezheng ridiculed, "People don't do it for themselves, heaven and earth will be destroyed, in my dictionary, there is no 'shame', there is no 'crime', what I am doing is an earth-shattering cause, I can seek the greatest interests for myself." ”

Mu Qingcheng closed his mouth tightly and stopped making a sound, and this kind of person didn't have any common language, so he still didn't bother to speak.

"I'm here today to let you play a game—the Game of Death. After the game, there are two of you, and only one of you will be alive. Wei Kezheng said something shocking again.

"What game?" Cheng Yijie is not afraid.

Mu Qingcheng's face turned pale, only one could live, Wei Kezheng wanted to break them up alive and let them be separated forever! They have gone through hardships in exchange for being close to each other, will they retreat from each other's lives forever, leaving only unforgettable pain, never-ending pain?

"I'm scared." Wei Kezheng looked at Mu Qingcheng with a sad smile, "I have prepared two glasses of water and a bottle of poison, and later, I will pour the poison into the water where you can't see it, and then let our 'Ghost Eye Talent' identify which glass of water is poisonous." What do you think he would leave for you if he identified it? ”

"The poisonous cup." Mu Qingcheng replied without thinking, "If it were me, I would do the same." ”