Ye Qingyan held a cigarette between his fingertips and walked towards him, but the corners of his lips gradually condensed into a cold smile.

Staring into his familiar eyes, he saw a different look.

She put the cigarette to her lips, looking ruffian, Dewey took out the lighter, "ding", and the flames fluttered on the lighter.

She stretched her neck forward, still smelling the faint, scented of laundry detergent on him.

Ye Qingyan took a puff lightly, and watched the cigarette butt burn scarlet, this is a men's cigarette, and the strong smell of tobacco immediately filled her mouth, throat, and alveoli, making her brain feel like a thrill.

She didn't expect to choke like this, but she had to pretend to be an old smoking gun, so that the discomfort of her body could be endured immediately.

Exhale gently and let the smoke out of your lungs.

With her hand holding the cigarette, she pointed to the corpse not far away, "Who is this person?" ”

Dewey's eyes were visibly wary, "The bartender of the winery." ”

"Kill all the bartenders, who did it?"

"The Dark Left." When Di Wei said this word, he deliberately stared at Ye Qingyan to see how "he" reacted.

He didn't know who this handsome guy with clear eyes was.

I just feel that the posture of "he" walking just now is very familiar, like a very familiar person, but I can't remember who it is.

So, when "he" asks him these questions, he will answer them.

If it weren't for this sense of déjà vu, he wouldn't have ignored Ye Qingyan, and might have grabbed her with his backhand to subdue her, first searched his body to see if he had any weapons on him, and then investigated "his" identity.

However, when he said the four words of the dark left, although his gaze never took off these clear eyes, he could not see any emotion.

"You, the Secret Service!" Ye Qingyan looked at Di Wei, raised his hand and put the cigarette between his fingertips, put it in his mouth and took a sharp breath.

"Brother, you know so much!"

Di Wei narrowed his eyes, staring at Ye Qingyan, and his hand was already pressed on the holster on his waist.

Ye Qingyan showed a good-looking smile, "Don't be nervous, I'm an agent of Nanyang, responsible for the prime minister's safety." ”

Hearing this, Dewey kicked his hand in the pocket of his trench coat, which was his habitual action.

The person who can enter Fengqiao Winery must be a public official next to the Prime Minister of Nanyang, or a guest of the Prime Minister.

If it's someone on the dark left, appearing here now is tantamount to looking for death.

Therefore, Dewey relaxed his guard against "him".

"What's the Dark Left?"

Ye Qingyan raised his hand, extinguished the cigarette butt, and bounced it into the trash bin next to him, looking extremely handsome.

Devie looked at her handsome appearance and smiled, "This Dark Left killed five of our agent comrades a few days ago, and one of them was my best friend. ”

"I probably heard about it, but I only heard that something happened, and I don't know how many people are there."

Ye Qingyan took out a cigarette case, threw a cigarette to Di Wei, and clamped one between his fingertips.

Because when she heard Dewey's words, if she didn't have a cigarette in her hand, she might tremble.

Dewey puffed out a puff of cigarette, "I regret that if it wasn't for the job transfer, I might have gone on a mission with them, so they might not have died." ”

Ye Qingyan put his left hand, which was not holding a cigarette, behind his back, because the hand that was clenched into a fist trembled uncontrollably.

The smiling faces of several sacrificed agent comrades-in-arms suddenly appeared in front of them.