Lin Xiaohu slept until more than eleven o'clock the next morning, and woke up in a daze and shouted a few times, but Wei Qingyun never responded.

At some point, he had already left, and there were side dishes and porridge in the kitchen that he had made, which were in the incubator, and a few bottles of Coke in the refrigerator that had been frozen.

"A happy life, that's probably it."

"Oh, if you're going to be a woman again, it's perfect."

Lin Xiaohu muttered to himself while enjoying his breakfast.

"Hey, even if it's a woman for you, you won't use it."

Suddenly, someone sneered and sneered, so frightened that Lin Xiaohu spit out all the coke and rice in his mouth.

Lin Xiaohu turned around and looked, hey, it was Xie Lingyan, he knew that this dominatrix was not easy to mess with, so he muttered in a low voice and continued to bury his head in eating.

"Hey, Wei Qingyun? Just remember to eat. ”

"Would you like to have a bite to eat? The old guard did it. Lin Xiaohu exaggeratedly sucked a mouthful of porridge and teased her.

"Do you want to be embarrassed, and let people cook for you, what about others?"

Xie Lingyan did not leave Wei Qingyun in three sentences.

As soon as she heard that Wei Qingyun was back, she hurriedly went out early in the morning, but several tails followed all the way, and it took a lot of effort to get rid of them. This made her angry, and she couldn't wait to turn back and find out those stalking people again and beat them up.

"Hey, it's like you know how to cook, do you want to eat? If you don't eat it, I'll put it in the fridge. Lin Xiaohu wiped his mouth and pointed to the porridge in the pot.

"Hey," Xie Lingyan sat down, still complaining unconvinced: "It's not for me to eat." ”

"How can it be, take a look for yourself, such a big pot, you must have done your share, eat, no one saw it, eat him hard, make up for it."

"Don't say it, it sounds like you're still useful."

Xie Lingyan devoured for a while, and the posture was not like eating, but like eating people.

Lin Xiaohu tiptoed and wanted to slip away, he was afraid of Xie Lingyan in his heart, and he was uncomfortable with her.

Of course Xie Lingyan wouldn't let him go, he pulled him back and pressed it into the sofa, he had to obediently tell him what happened last night from beginning to end, for fear that she wouldn't believe it, so he quickly took out the turquoise green card storage and handed it to Xie Lingyan.

"No, it's all broken, and nothing has been found."

"Can't you see anything in that photo?"

"Well, it's just a woman standing in front of the window, and the curtains are still drawn, and the background is an ordinary white wall, and you can't see anything that can indicate the date or place."

"A woman? Isn't it Teko Yamamoto? ”

"It's kind of like her, but it's hard to be sure it's her from that angle, and I suspect the other party did it on purpose."

"Well, the other party is a master, and I don't blame Wei Qingyun for being so interested, but I also want to meet this mysterious motorcycle girl."

"Okay, I can't stay here too long, I'll take the things first." Xie Lingyan shook the turquoise green card in front of Lin Xiaohu's eyes, and then stuffed it into his pocket.

"He's not in danger, is he?"

"No, at least not yet." Xie Lingyan said with certainty that she seemed to have thought of something.

The office of the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department's special agent Senjudie, on the 159th floor of the Hojo Building. Even in Tokyo, there are not many high-rise buildings like this, so you can have a very wide view from the window, and even the clouds soaked in beautiful glow are a few meters away from your feet.

The clouds spread all the way to the golden sea of Tokyo Bay.

The sun had set over the distant mountains, and the great darkness was slowly coming from behind, and when you looked down at your feet, the streets on the ground were already lit up with flashing neon, and the nightlife had already begun.

Thousand-Handed Butterfly looked at the antique wall clock on the wall, and there were still thirty minutes left before he left work.

It was a boring day, and Thousand-Handed Butterfly got up from her seat, walked to the window, and accidentally knocked over a large bouquet of flowers on the table.

Her office is always full of flowers, and the people who send flowers involve all walks of life, including bankers, IT elites, major shareholders of multinational companies, political dignitaries, movie stars, and even some colleagues in the Metropolitan Police Department.

For these beautiful stunners, she never refuses, she only refuses those men who send flowers.

Moreover, every day she would put the first bouquet of flowers on her table, and the rest, no matter how precious or beautiful, would only be "spread" on the floor.

She crouched down and picked up the bouquet and carefully placed it, though it wouldn't be long before they were picked up by the cleaning staff and thrown into the black trash can.

Between her eyebrows, there was a bit of loss written in it, and some things didn't seem to develop according to her established plan, which made her a little annoyed, and even a little regretful, was she too hasty?

There are some mistakes that you can't make, especially at this time, and the cost will be too great. Hehe, I can't afford it.

There was already a stir in the hallway, and some of the young police officers began to shout, greet, and discuss loudly where to spend the night.

At this moment, the building intercom system on the table rang.

"Hahahaha, Thousand Hands Hime, I don't know which fool, send flowers at this time, do you want to let him in?"

There are tens of thousands of people working at the same time in this building, but there are only a thousand butterflies that are harvested every day, and the old security guards downstairs are familiar with her, and they joke from time to time.

The Thousand Hands Butterfly was stunned for a moment, and then asked the other party to let him go quickly.

A few minutes later, a large bouquet of black roses was placed on the table of the Thousand Hands Butterfly.

It is rare for people to send black flowers, but this one is different, the obsidian-like petal edges are bright yellow colors, and some of the finest flower branches, and even bright gold colors, which are very elegant and noble.

The flower language of the black rose is: You are the devil, and you are all for me.

And this black gold rose was named by its cultivator Taneda - Black Siren.

The Siren, a banshee living in the sea in Western mythology, often tempts passing sailors with her intoxicating singing voice and irresistible beauty to her clouds, and when she gets tired of it, she eats them with skin and bones.

This name makes this flower language more mysterious, weird, and more desirable.

Therefore, this flower language is really a very useful compliment for the thousand-handed butterfly, she is indeed the demon in the hearts of many men, the demon that makes them ecstatic.

She finally smiled, this bouquet of flowers is very valuable, it is a new variety that florists like to cultivate, each flowering period is only a dozen bouquets can be sold, and it is supplied to the world*, only in the form of auction within ten days before the market, never in advance to provide reservations, so every auction price is sky-high.

Kensh her daughter for a smile.

No matter what kind of woman she is, if a man is willing to spend a lot of money for her, it will make her happy.

The thousand-handed butterfly held the bouquet and admired it for a while, but there was no beautiful greeting card, no envelope containing the greeting card, only a small pink paper bag, only half the size of a palm.

Compared to the huge bouquet, this small paper bag is too inconspicuous, not delicate at all, it is really disappointing, I was going to see the man's name.

However, the Thousand Hands Butterfly finally picked up the small paper bag, which was heavy and poured in his hand, which was a card-type memory.