After Xu Qiyao left, Yang Muqing returned to the living room indifferently, and saw that Murong Cao was still engrossed in thinking about things, so he didn't bother as usual, but flipped through the information that Murong Cao put aside, found the detailed address of Bai Xiaoqing's house, picked up the bugging device that was thrown on the table at random, gently put it in his trouser pocket, picked up the car key and went out. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

During the whole process, Murong Cao was unaware of it, and put it into the realm of the old monk.

Today is a working day, and I am meeting the crowd at work, and there is some congestion on the road, Yang Muqing, who is very impatient with waiting, wrinkles his good-looking eyebrows, and then thinks of Yan Yuxiu and Xu Qiyao, and wrinkles even more.

These two men bothered him even more than the necromancers who would emerge from around the corner.

The reason is very simple: how he wants to deal with it will be directly related to the happiness of Murong Cao and Li Hang for the rest of their lives.

The oath I made to my master is still vivid.

Don't take the initiative to cause trouble, don't meddle in things, don't care about things, and don't show mercy to your subordinates.

It's okay if things don't turn out as he expected, but if he guesses right, the master will definitely not sit idly by. If he doesn't take action for a while, the master will definitely take action himself, and when the time comes, he will beg for mercy and have no time to save the situation.

The shrill sound of a horn came from behind, and as he wandered, the red light had turned green.

Yang Muqing hurriedly gathered his mind and moved towards his destination.

Bai Xiaoqing's home is located in an old residential area, leading from a slightly narrow old alley to the road, and the car can't drive in, so Yang Muqing had to park the car on the side of the road and walk in.

There is a row of old locust trees planted in the alley, covering almost the entire alley, lush and lush, casting patches of shade.

There was no one on the path, only the sparse sounds of birds and cicadas came from between the leaves, and it was exceptionally clean.

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven......

He stopped at the seventh locust tree, looked at it carefully, and saw no difference from the others, except that it was slightly taller.

Confirming that there was no one around, he took out a small bug and glued it under a piece of loose bark, which was well disguised and could not be seen with the naked eye during the day, let alone in the dark night.

Now that he had made the arrangements, there was no reason for him to stop any longer, so he turned and walked back.

But as soon as he took a step or two, Yang Muqing felt a familiar cold aura coming from behind him, and he turned around suddenly, but he didn't notice anything.

Yang Muqing stared thoughtfully at the row of silent locust trees for a while, trying to find the source of the cool breath, but in the end he found nothing.

Perhaps, it is because the nerves have been too sensitive in the past two days, so Yang Muqing comforted himself.

There wasn't much food in the refrigerator, so he went to the supermarket and picked out a few dishes that he hadn't cooked before, planning to make them for Murong Cao at noon.

When he returned to the Soul Asking Center with a large bag and a small bag, he found that Murong Cao was already so tired on the sofa that he fell asleep.

He thought about it for a while, although Murong Cao was radiant and lively in the early morning, his face was very bad, a little like he was overexcited, could it be that he hadn't slept all night?

Murong Cao sleeps like a very insecure child, accustomed to curling up in a ball, always holding something in his hand, sometimes a pillow, sometimes a clothes, sometimes a rag doll, rarely smiling when sleeping, but always a little disturbed, turning over and frowning from time to time, as if he is always a little unstable.

Because there was nothing else to do, Yang Muqing found a sketchbook and carefully traced Murong Cao's outline, not noticing that his eyes were a little too gentle.

Murong Cao did have insomnia until the beginning of the morning last night, and when she woke up this morning, it was already four o'clock in the afternoon.

Yang Muqing was not there, and he didn't know where he went, Murong Cao hesitated for half a minute, and finally decided not to call, so as not to make himself look like a boss who was harsh on his employees.

It's still work time!

She went into the kitchen and looked around, and sure enough, she saw in the pot the still warm food, all the dishes she had not tried, and her eyes lit up, and she ate happily, the little she had eaten in the morning had been digested in her long sleep, and she now felt that she could swallow a cow.

When the last piece of meat was stuffed into his mouth, Murong Cao finally burped with satisfaction, hummed a little song and washed the dishes and chopsticks clean.

At five o'clock, Yang Muqing unlocked the door and entered, his face was a little grim, and he didn't seem to be in a good mood.

"Where have you been?" Murong Cao raised his head and asked.

"I went to the place where I used to live and got something."

Yang Muqing was carrying a black cloth bag in his hand: "I sent you a text message to ask for leave." ”

Murong Cao picked up the mobile phone that he had been ignoring, and sure enough, he saw a prompt for an unread text message, and the writer was Yang Muqing.

"Well, I didn't see it." Murong Cao explained with an embarrassed expression, "Actually, it's okay if you don't ask for leave, I'm just a little worried, I don't know where you went." ”

"I understand."

Yang Muqing took out a silver necklace from the bag in his hand, the necklace was not exquisite, but the pendant was a very beautiful amethyst.

"This necklace has a self-defense effect, send it to you."

"Why is it so good to me? Is there a plan? Murong Cao unceremoniously took it and put it on himself, while habitually quipping.

"You have too many accidents, I'm afraid I'll be exhausted by you sooner or later." Yang Muqing responded with a smile.

Recalling her bad deeds, Murong Cao could only choose to be speechless, in order not to be so cold, she wittily pulled the topic back to business.

"You've installed the bugging, right? I think listening to it may not be enough, we have to squat for a few nights, look at the records made by Li Hang, Bai Xiaoqing doesn't go out every night, I don't plan to talk to her right away, I think it's better to find the crux of the matter first and then start, since her matter is here with me again, there should always be a beautiful ending. ”

"Okay."

"You go and get some rest first, you might have to be busy late in the evening."

Murong Cao seized the opportunity to show the "humanistic care" that the boss should have.

Yang Muqing entered the bedroom with kindness and dropped a sentence: "You should be full, right?" I didn't do dinner, and I solved it in the car at night. ”

Murong Cao originally wanted to protest, but after touching his round belly and remembering his plummeting weight, he finally swallowed his reluctant careful thoughts back into his stomach.

They went out on time at eleven o'clock in the evening and went straight to the alley in front of Bai Xiaoqing's house.

The supper was really solved in the car, but it was just a dumpling made by Yang Muqing himself, each with a whole shrimp and corn and green beans, which was extremely sweet.

This is naturally indispensable to Murong Cao's soft grinding and hard bubbles.

That night, nothing was found.

The same was true the next day.

On the third day, it was drizzling, bringing a hint of coolness to the hot and restless air.

It was twelve o'clock in the night, and the two of them came out of the car, holding a big black umbrella, which was not conspicuous in the dark night, Murong Cao was dressed a little coolly, and sneezed several times in a row.

Yang Muqing took off his coat and draped it on her very naturally.

"Thank you."

"You're welcome."

It's really warm, Murong Cao said in his heart.

A white shadow appeared at the end of the road, purposefully walking towards the seventh locust tree.

The white-colored umbrella, the white long skirt, and the unhealthy pale complexion are exactly Bai Xiaoqing.

She was much thinner than Murong Cao when she first saw her, as if she was a ghost between heaven and earth, if it weren't for a trace of attachment, she might have passed away a long time ago.