"Go to the study."

Jiang Chuan breathed a sigh of relief, "Yes! ”

Jiang Chuan carefully closed the door of the study, then turned around and came to the desk.

Shangguan Ling stretched out his hand, extinguished the cigarette butt in the ashtray, and looked at him with deep eyes: "What's the matter?" ”

"Young master, there is an unknown force investigating the little madman."

The man's narrow eyes narrowed dangerously, and a dark light burst out from the coldness: "Who?" ”

"I haven't found it yet, but the photos of the little madman have leaked out. The gang saw a picture of the little madman, so they started investigating in Bali. “

Jiang Chuan slowly explained, "When the little madman was on vacation in Bali, he was captured by a photographer and the photo was hung in a bar by accident. The gang saw the picture of the little madman, so they immediately started investigating from the hotel in Bali. However, the identity of the little madman is a fake identity. If they want to investigate, they have to work hard. ”

At that point, they can index the line in the wrong direction and keep them busy.

Madhouse.

Vocal cord injury.

Disfigured.

It was injected with diazepam for a long time.

The mere fact that a woman in an insane asylum is a sane person raises suspicions.

The life experience of the little madman, he was never curious, the person he picked up was his.

No matter what identity she is, there is only one identity now, his woman!

But...... If someone is delusional about snatching his people away from him, that's a different story.

"Let's find out who's looking for the little madman." Shangguan Ling curled his fingers and tapped lightly on the desk.

The sorrow between the eyebrows seems to be deeper.

"Yes, young master!"

Jiang Chuan said: "I will immediately send more people to investigate who is secretly looking for the little madman without startling the snake." ”

Back in the bedroom, Shangguan Ling narrowed his eyes and stared at the little madman who was asleep.

Fingertips, slowly rubbing over her face.

Her mask fell off, a face, half angel and half demon.

Intertwined with beauty and horror.

Fingertips, slowly came to her criss-crossed scars, who was so ruthless to ruin a woman's face?

The person looking for her, is it an enemy or a relative?

Shangguan Ling withdrew his hand, his cold eyes returned to a cold one, and the corners of his lips hooked up with a cold arc.

Whoever it is, he won't hand over the little madman.

He picked it up, it was his.

…………

This night, Shen Ruoxi tossed and turned, unable to sleep.

The pillow was wet with crying, and the next day, with a pair of red and swollen eyes, I went downstairs.

She sat on the sofa in a daze, and suddenly, she understood how Shangguan Ling felt.

Watching him with other women is the same as when he saw her with Fu Qiancheng.

At that time, was he as distressed as she is now?

The same despair?

She understood, regretted, regretted that she shouldn't have abandoned him, shouldn't have rejected his love, and rejected his good.

She also figured out that she was not innocent, so he would be unbalanced in his heart.

So, let him vent on the little madman and find a balance.

She can act as if she doesn't know what she does, when nothing has happened, he is still the Shangguan, and she is still the same Shen Ruoxi.

She wanted to give each other a chance, and she didn't want to miss it again.