"Secretly filming me?" I frowned and asked him, "Who is that person and what does it look like?" ”

He Jie glanced into the corner: "It's him, the man with four fingers in his right hand." ”

"You mean You Xuefeng?" I was stunned.

He Jie shrugged and said, "I don't know what his name is, but the person I see should be him." ”

"You didn't notice the last time he went to your bar for a drink?" I say.

"There were so many people at the bar, I can remember anywhere. The bar is mixed, could he have set his sights on you at that time? He Jie guessed.

I felt uncomfortable for a while, what did You Xuefeng do secretly filming me, I asked He Jie: "Are you sure you are not mistaken?" ”

He Jie nodded and said, "Of course, it must be this person, because he was also carrying a bag last night, the same size as the bag next to him." ”

"Okay, I see, thank you." I say.

"I think there's something wrong with that man, so you'd better be careful." After He Jie finished speaking, he returned to his position.

At this time, You Xuefeng, who was facing away from us, turned around, and when he saw me, he smiled faintly, but I was stunned.

Did he hear what He Jie said to me? Is You Xuefeng's black bag a camera, or is it really a bomb?

I carried the bag, and he carried the bag. I had a red cheongsam in my bag, but I didn't know what was in his bag, maybe it was a human head.

When He Jie said this, I thought about it crankily. Lu Zixuan, who was sitting next to You Xuefeng, also saw us, and she beckoned to me.

Her face was not very good, it was estimated that her mother had just died, and she was in a bad mood, and even the color of the birthmark was darker.

I really want to know why she is with You Xuefeng, this man with four fingers in his right hand, is a photographer or not.

"Your coffee will be cold if you don't drink it again." Sun Xiaotong reminded me from the side.

I picked up the coffee cup, but there was a smell of blood wafting from the cup, and I was nauseous, so I quickly put the cup down again.

"Is this coffee bad, why does it smell wrong?" I frowned.

Sun Xiaotong took the cup, sniffed it and said, "No, there is no smell." ”

I barely tasted it, where is this coffee, it is clearly blood!

I instinctively spit on the cup and said to Sun Xiaotong again: "This coffee must be broken, I don't believe you can taste it yourself." ”