Chapter 29: Get into his closet

She hit a wall of flesh, and the smell of a mature man permeated the air, with a faint smell of tobacco, but it smelled exceptionally good.

"Take it, this medicine is good for your trauma." Qiao Hanye whispered, a delicate medicine bottle was handed to her, and he left without staying long.

Helan Jinmu saw him off, looked at the medicine bottle, the delicate bottle body was carved with patterns, she withdrew her hand and went back to the room, ran to the floor-to-ceiling window, and saw him drive away, she couldn't help but be happy.

Throwing the medicine bottle on the bed, he took the opportunity to sneak into his study.

But she found that she needed several layers of passwords and palm prints, and even if she could break the system, she still had some difficulty with this difficult password.

She could only give up the study, raised her feet to his bedroom, pushed down, the door actually opened, she quickly dodged in, rummaged through the cabinets, and did not find the whereabouts of the mobile phone.

"Did he put his phone somewhere else?" Helan Jin said softly.

It was dark that night, but she recognized at a glance that it was her mobile phone in his hand.

Qiao Hanye's identity is unknown, once the video in the mobile phone is discovered, in case Plus has been used, the consequences are unimaginable.

When she was deep in thought, she heard heavy footsteps approaching, she quickly got up and looked around the whole bedroom, it was too simple, except for the bed, there was only a wardrobe to hide, she opened the wardrobe and went in.

As soon as the "......." got in, she regretted it.

There are men's shirts hanging in the wardrobe, but where she stands, it is neatly arranged. Man. People's clothing, body, clothing.

She was embarrassed don t look at it she graduated from a military academy and it was not difficult for her to hide it but she was still so nervous that her palms were sweating and she held her breath when she heard the door open and qiao hanye's voice came.

"Do what you want." Qiao Hanye said.

Han Beicheng followed behind, took the coat that Qiao Hanye took off, hung it aside carefully, and said, "Yes, I'll arrange it." ”

"Master, do you need to call the cook?" Han Beicheng turned around to leave, and suddenly thought of one thing, Qiao Hanye had just lived in Jingyuan, except for the two of them, there were only guards in the shadows, and there were no cooks.

"Not necessarily." Qiao Hanye said.

His deep dark eyes narrowed slightly, and he glanced over the bedroom, reached out and opened the drawer, his gaze fixed on the closet.

"Master." Seeing this, Han Beicheng had followed Qiao Hanye for many years, and he could understand the meaning of almost every small action of Qiao Hanye, so Qiao Hanye glanced at the wardrobe, and there was obviously a problem.

Jingyuan is so heavily guarded that even flies can't fly in, except for Helan Hibiscus.......

Han Beicheng wanted to step forward, but Qiao Hanye stretched out his hand to block him and said to him, "You go out first." ”

"Yes." Han Beicheng responded, retreated, and looked deeply at the wardrobe when he closed the door.

Qiao Hanye raised his hand to unbutton his shirt, walked to the wardrobe with his feet, reached out and held the handle and turned it.

Helan Hibiscus held her breath, and was so frightened that she reached out and grabbed the one he was sitting aside. Close-fitting, boxers, seeing the wardrobe being opened a slit, she was about to rush out, only to see his wardrobe suddenly closed.

"In a minute, call everyone for a video conference." Qiao Hanye picked up his mobile phone and made a call.

I went to take a shower and came out and went straight to the study.

Hearing the sound of his footsteps in the distance, Helan Hibiscus came out of the closet and looked at the wrinkled flat-cornered small \//. ku, she hurriedly shook it, tried her best to smooth it out and fold it back into place, and after watching the things neatly arranged, she left cautiously.

"Miss He." As soon as she walked into the corridor, Han Beicheng stopped her.

She stood there, pretending to stretch, and walked over with her little hands behind her, and asked, "Is there something wrong?" ”