Han Hong was in a trance, and the fragment of the jade unicorn on the ground reflected a ray of light, flashing his eyes.

She said that he must pretend that nothing was found.

She looked him in the eye and said solemnly.

At the time, he just thought that she was affirming him, or worried about him, but now he thinks about it...... Seems to be a trust? Conventions?

Kicking away the remains of the unicorn at his feet, Han Hong paced back and forth in the room.

She is the killer of Leng Minglou, and the killer of Leng Minglou has always been cold-blooded and ruthless, but she changed her name and surname to do the task of leaving the building.

Of course, maybe it's all fake, the Tang family acts above board, and it is very likely that they were deceived by her, but she did cure Tang Qin's illness!

It's just the tenderness in her eyes when she smiled at him, the blush on her face when she was deliberately approached by him, no matter how powerful the disguise master is, it is impossible to disguise it!

A person can change clothes, change makeup and even change his appearance, but a person's habits and temperament cannot become unremarkable, he is so consistent with the person in the eyes of the Tang family, so real......

Han Hong paced in the room, how many times he walked back and forth, even he didn't know, but his steps were sometimes urgent, sometimes slow, sometimes stopped and meditated for a while, and now he didn't know when he looked up, and happened to sweep a portrait painting on the bookcase.

He paused, his gaze fixed on the scroll.

The person on the scroll is standing sideways with a long sword on her back, her straight, thin figure like the sword behind her. He was not familiar with the neat and clean face, but he was not unfamiliar with it at all, the corners of her mouth were flat, but he saw the ordinary gentleness in the eyes of the wanted portrait of her.

Gentle?

Han Hong's thought flashed, and the evil fire in his heart rushed up. As soon as he reached out and grabbed the painting, the edge of the scroll was crumpled by his hands up and down, and the face on the portrait was almost pierced by his fierce gaze.

A ruthless female thief, a cold-blooded killer, a person who deceives him, deceives him, and hides from him, where does the gentleness come from?! And why should he trust her in the slightest?!

He's supposed to get her back!

Didn't she take Weiying's dead boy with her everywhere? Wei Ying was seriously injured, and she must have been by his side, he wanted to know how fast they could run! Don't talk about Jiujiang before, it's Zhili, they don't want to go out!

As long as he gives the order, she will appear in front of his face tomorrow!

He will treat her like those fugitives from prison, lock her hands and feet in vajra chains, put her in a secret room, starve for three days and three nights, and wait for her to kneel and beg him for forgiveness!

He will never forgive her, he will take the whip with his own hands! You must know that few of those prisoners can withstand his whip! He wants to exert ten percent of his strength and ...... fiercely

As soon as the thought flashed, Han Hong's heart trembled, as if the whip word that had made ten percent of the force was drawn on his heart.

With her thin body, her white and tender flesh, the bird will be red when she pecks, how can she stand his whip?!

The uncontrollable pity overflowing in his heart was like hot oil poured on the fire in Han Hong's heart, Han Hong was angry and hateful, and immediately, the anger and anger surged up and down.

He stared at the person on the portrait and gritted his teeth, "Pei, really!" ”

The anger in his heart had nowhere to vent, and his strength couldn't help but get a little out of control, where did the painting scroll hold him so deadly, only to hear a hissing sound, and the painting had been torn away from the middle.

Han Hong's breath stagnated, and then he realized what he had done.

As soon as the anger in his heart was thrown away, he hurriedly pressed the crumpled portrait broken in half to the bookcase, and hurriedly brushed it up, but if it was wrinkled, it was wrinkled, and he couldn't get it back.

Not to mention the place where it was torn in half, Han Hong kept trying to spell the crack on Su Jing's face, and he couldn't fight it anyway.

His heart ached dullly, and he shouted loudly to Han Jun, Han Jun broke in in a few steps, thinking that something important had happened, and he didn't want Han Hong to pull him over, "Find a framer immediately!" Find the best in the capital! Go now! ”

When Han Jun heard this, he thought that the authentic handiwork was damaged, and when he looked at it, it was actually a portrait of a female thief, and he didn't know what to say, but he heard that Han Hong was still pushing him away, so he had to pull Han Hong.

"Master! This wanted portrait is just a one-size-fits-all portrait! It's not a unique baby! ”

Han Hong finally came back to his senses, looked at the wrinkled portrait that was broken in half, and then looked at Han Jun who was staring at his brows and frowned, the anger, anger, anxiety, and sadness in his body sank suddenly, leaving only powerless hesitation.

"Then you go and have someone draw another one."

Han Jun didn't know what to say, seeing that Han Hong was already sitting aside in a daze, and when he wanted to speak, he couldn't say it, so he sighed and responded.

Leaning on the back of the chair, Han Hong remembered that on the wedding night, he was sitting on this chair to sober up, and as soon as the wine eased up, he heard Han Jun say that there was a thief in the house.

He was so excited at the time, but he didn't expect that after that, she slipped away from under his nose again and again, and even now, he didn't know whether to get her back or not.

When she came back, she didn't know anything, as she said herself, she was just a sword in the hands of the plotters! Because of this, she had to get rid of Leng Minglou and take over the task of leaving the building.

Don't you catch her and let her go?

Let her go, you have to choose, believe her or not.

If he doesn't believe her, then he has to set up a situation before she goes back, and use what he knows to deceive the people behind him, whether he succeeds or not, and her mission has failed.

I heard that the people in Leng Minglou went out on a mission and returned in vain, but they had to be severely punished, 30 days and 1,000 lashes!

1,000 lashes...... He can't even get a whip! How could those cold-blooded and ruthless people beat her with a thousand lashes?! He won't!

If you believe her, you believe in someone who will not even show his true face in front of him! He believed her, stood still, and waited for her to go and insist that nothing was found, which was naturally good.

But how can he believe such a person?!

However, what if she was a liar, if he and Xia Nan were both blinded?

Then she went back and reported the matter, and she left the building smoothly, and all the investigations he had worked so hard to cover up were useless, and the murderer got the news, and he must have cleared all the clues, and he was afraid that he would never want to find anything again!

Han Hong had a hard time choosing, and his heart seemed to have fallen into hot oil, tumbling, and every corner was fried. The scroll, which he had crumpled and flattened, rolled up again in the creases of the cause, and he happened to see her eyes on the painting.

Do you want to trust her?

After staring at the painting for a long time, the cool air on the floor tiles invaded his feet, Han Hong stood up and forcibly put the torn paintings together again.

His face was terribly cold, his gaze fell on the calm and gentle eyes on the scroll, and he said seven words hatefully.

"Pei Zhen! You wait for me! ”