Ping Yan turned around, hid the tent and hid. I saw a row of patrolling disciples carrying lanterns and guns and sticks, slowly walking under the corridor.

Huo Sanye turned over, just opened half of the brocade tassel bed curtain, and under the head of the red sandalwood bed, a trace of light was faintly refracted, which was eye-catching.

Ping Yan frowned and saw a copper-gold steel plate embedded in the sandalwood, which was the corner of the safe, and couldn't help but sigh at Huo Sanye's cunning.

She was so happy that she didn't notice the pair of swarthy, flashing black eyes that were suddenly tightening outside the window paper the size of a finger circle that had been poked out of the gap outside the south window.

She leaned forward, crouched down, and pulled out the key. This delicate and compact gear key was forged in advance by a skilled master. Because the key of the safe is generally unique and the parts are precise, not to mention the safe that locks the secret items of the Qingyun Gang. In order to be sure, before the burial, Ping Yan quietly took a knife and ripped off the skin on her wrist that was engraved with the key.

The key of the thickness of the willow leaf was aimed at the keyhole, and it was swallowed by a centimeter, twisting slightly, only to hear a metallic crisp sound in the air, and the box opened.

She carried the chain and gently pulled it open, only to see a stack of secret documents densely packed in the box. Rubbing the moonlight, rummaging through it, I finally found the share transfer agreement of Fuchunju in a file bag.

Ping Yan couldn't suppress the excitement in her heart, put the contract group into her sleeve, closed the safe with her hand, and her fingers didn't know what mechanism in the safe had touched, only to hear a small sound of gear biting, and an object suddenly popped up in the corner of the box, which was an extremely small boxy bronze box, like an antique. It should be precious to hide it so carefully.

In an instant, as if on purpose, an extremely shrill voice like a night owl suddenly erupted outside the north window.

Suddenly, there was a commotion in the front yard of the corridor, and shouts mixed with footsteps came slowly.

At this time, Huo Sanye also woke up suddenly, his confused eyes were paired with Ping Yan, and he shouted in horror to touch the gun under his pillow. Ping Yan kicked it sideways, kicked the trembling gun he held in his hand far away, and put the bronze box into his clothes with lightning speed, thinking that if this thing was priceless, it could also be used as a talisman if necessary, negotiate conditions, and save his life.

She raised her pistol, watched the formation outside the door, and bowed back to the window. Although he knew that shooting now was tantamount to exposing the target, seeing the wicked man at large, he was indignant in his heart, and he kept doing nothing, but at the moment when he pulled the trigger, a stone rolled with strength, broke through the window, and hit her. She snorted in pain, looked over, but saw a figure flashing outside the south window.

Huo Sanye screamed miserably, rolled his eyes, and fainted in fright.

Ping Yan noticed that the smell around her was gradually fascinated, the fragrance was rare, and the dark feeling was not good, and when she turned around, she saw the wisps of green smoke seeping through the small hole of the window paper.

It seemed that someone had entered the house, and then the door was broken, and there was a fierce fight and conflict in the courtyard, Ping Yan's body staggered, only to see the figure vaguely, fighting everywhere, and slowly his consciousness gradually closed, unconscious. Until a pair of hands hugged her, she could still vaguely smell the faint fragrance of the person's body.

I don't know how long it took, Ping Yan slowly opened her eyes, and the glass lamps on the ceiling outside her line of sight were shining, shining brightly, making people unable to open their eyes.

She was weak and had a splitting headache, and she got out of bed dizzily, and as soon as her feet touched the ground, she fell into an embrace.

"Be careful, I'll feel sorry if I fall." Shen Yujian's voice shattered in his ears.

He didn't say much, picked up Ping Yan horizontally, placed her on the bed, grinned, and smiled brightly.

Ping Yan always felt that there was something indescribable in the depths of his smile.

But she didn't have the heart to think about it, so she immediately took out the contract she had hidden and handed it to Shen Yuchen.

"I went to the Qingyun Gang to get this contract privately, which is also Yuyi's last wish. You've just had a major surgery, and you won't be cured for a year and a half, so forgive me for not telling you all the while. Ping Yan's tone was sincere, and his fingertips that took the contract trembled a little abnormally, and he was a little puzzled.

The contract was pinched in Shen Yuchen's fingers, as if it weighed as much as a thousand catties, it was difficult to hold the weight, and the bones were pale and pale.

"What's wrong with you?" She asked.

Shen Yuchen buried his head, paused for a long time, and finally raised his face and forced a smile, but the depths of his eyebrows were even more gloomy. He clenched Ping Yan's hand, didn't say anything, and held her deep in his arms without refuting it.

His strength was great, and Ping Yan nestled on his chest, like a finch without the power to resist, restrained by the force that poured in from all directions.

Was he too moved? She couldn't stop guessing, but looking at him like a chicken, he didn't look like a thunderbolt on a sunny day.

Ping Yan was even more suspicious, and couldn't stop asking, "Is there anything wrong with this contract?" ”

The light is like a butterfly, flapping its long wings, flowing brightly, and it is unobstructed to his whole body, he is forced to laugh, like wearing a human skin mask, but he can't disguise it, the smile is hideous, bitter, and seems to poke a puddle of astringent water.

"No problem." It was a long time before he hung his head stiffly and smiled. In a moment, all emotions suddenly settled down in those endless, ink-like eyes and disappeared.

"I can't believe it, I'm so touched. Not long ago, the girl who didn't eat oil and salt to me, and didn't eat soft and hard, suddenly seemed to be enlightened, and finally knew my sincerity to her, and tried to accept it and reciprocate. ”

He smiled lightly, his eyes narrowed, the corners of his mouth hooked, like a crescent moon fishing, bright and clear, and water trembled and flowed in his pupils.

Ping Yan always felt that it was tears, rising and falling, salty.

She looked at him with a slightly suspicious gaze, and always felt that he was very strange today. Shen Yuchen accepted it calmly, but it was like there were thousands of spikes piercing around his body, piercing the skin, piercing into the flesh and blood, and then penetrating the heart step by step, the flesh and blood were blurred, and he was born and died.

He clenched his teeth, and there seemed to be a rush of blood gushing up from his chest, sweet and fishy.

He didn't resist, and he couldn't resist, he could only suffer for life, tightening the person in his arms inch by inch, trying to rub her into the flesh, but to no avail.

Their marriage, when they traded with Mu Zicheng last night, was already broken at both ends in a misfortune.

It turned out that when he was about to give up on her, she was in danger in the Youth Sports Gang for herself.

And he may not be qualified to give her happiness in this life.