What is about to happen at the charity gala, Yan Qingcheng doesn't care at all.

He hurriedly glanced at the crowd in the auditorium, and after distinguishing the location of the high-level personnel of the Beijing Construction Group, he pulled Yan to the position near the edge and sat down.

She has an unsociable personality, and she has kept her head down since she entered the auditorium; Qingcheng himself does not belong to the business or political world, and it is easy to expose himself when talking to people, so he can only try to dilute his sense of existence.

The two exuded an aura of being unapproachable, but the guests present had already formed their own social circles, and the occasional glimpse of them only nodded from a distance to show basic respect.

Yan Qingcheng nodded in return, his expression flat.

That's the best, he doesn't want to spend his precious time inking with these boring people, he is now holding the most beautiful girl in the world, and how to get along with her is the only thing worth worrying about.

I regret a little that I don't usually exchange more experience with Uncle Chic, Yan Qingcheng sighed lightly, he had almost no friends in his childhood because of his background and personality, so he didn't know how to communicate with other people naturally; After awakening the identity of the Wing Clan, there are only a handful of people around him who have a common language, and a few gods naturally won't tell him what kind of conversation can make women happy, and she is always dominant when he is with Peony, and when he imparts the experience of flirting with a hippie smile, he dislikes him for being too obscene, so he never listens.

When books are used, there is little hatred, and people who are not good at words are difficult to mix in the world.

Fortunately, there has been no sign of letting go, maybe she herself just likes to get along quietly like this.

Yan Qingcheng tried to guess Yan's thoughts, but her eyes did not fluctuate at all, and she was probably just as calm in her heart.

Forget it, so be it.

At least be able to enjoy this hard-won time, and it is still too far from the separation after the party...... Yes, it's still too far away, at least we can hold her hand for now......

Yan Qingcheng's eyes dimmed a little, and he tried not to think about the facts that were close to him.

But how can this ingrained idea be completely discarded?

Yan Qingcheng is the Wing Clan, in today's human society, the entire Wing Clan group is on the darkest side, they are unknown to the public, and their lives are in danger at all times; And the death next to her is just an ordinary girl, she has no ability to protect herself, and once she is implicated, she will definitely die.

Is...... Helpless.

Yan Qingcheng's eyes revealed a trace of genuine sadness.

Breaking free from dreams is a harsh reality; But it is impossible to curl up in a dream forever, because sooner or later it will be swallowed up by the harsh reality.

Is...... It's painful.

This kind of ...... without an ending Fate?

From the very beginning of the encounter, it was destined to have no ending.

If you didn't have ...... Just hold her outstretched hand......

At the very least, it can make her the best dream, and she doesn't have to be tainted by this cruel reality.

Yan Qingcheng had this idea for the first time.

He was caught in it and couldn't extricate himself.

There was a little scattered applause in the auditorium.

The guests got up and walked towards the main entrance of the auditorium.

So fast?!

Yan Qingcheng didn't know how long he had been pondering, but judging from the surrounding situation, the charity gala had ended.

What about Han Youwei? Yan Qingcheng looked at the position of the previous high-level personnel of Beijian Group, who were leaving the party through the side door of the auditorium.

Yan Qingcheng found the target of this trip from it, and pulled Yan to get close to him.

Well?

He didn't react, sitting still.

Yan Qingcheng felt flustered inexplicably, he looked towards Yan's eyes, and found that there was a trace of turbidity in them.

Muddy like she's never seen before, what does she want to do?

"What's wrong with you?" Yan Qingcheng asked in a low voice.

She didn't respond to Yan Qingcheng, but suddenly stood up, broke free of Yan Qingcheng's hand, and walked away quickly.

Probably because she had been sitting for too long, she had only taken a few steps before she stumbled, and a round object fell out of her body.

"Death-" Yan Qingcheng hurriedly walked over to help him up, he didn't dare to call out loudly, the girl's reaction was too abnormal, and it was easy to attract attention.

But she still didn't respond, she quickly got up from the ground, blended into the crowd of departures, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Yan Qingcheng was very anxious, he picked up the round object that fell on the ground and put it into his jacket pocket, and walked out in the direction where he disappeared.

He stood on the steps outside the main entrance of the auditorium, condescendingly searching for the figure of the dead, but found nothing.

How so?

Disappeared without a trace, without a trace.

Just like last time, she disappeared into the darkness......

Yan Qingcheng was helpless, he took out the round object he picked up from his pocket and looked at it.

An old pocket watch.

The case is as smooth as a mirror, which should have been played with over many years, which shows that the owner of the pocket watch cherishes it very much; Yan Qingcheng flipped the pocket watch, and there was a slight collision sound from inside, and the fixing bracket of the watch movement was a little loose, but the time was quite accurate.

Is this a dead item?

Yan Qingcheng felt a trace of temperature from the pocket watch, exactly the same as the girl's body.

"If you care so much about this pocket watch, why are you in such a hurry?" Yan Qingcheng couldn't understand, he asked many waiters around the auditorium, but none of them noticed Yan's whereabouts.

It seems that it is very troublesome to find the martyr, so he can only go and hand over the task items to Han Youwei first.

Yan Qingcheng wasted ten minutes outside, and when he returned to the auditorium, he found that all the high-level personnel of the Beijing Construction Group had left.

"Where are the organizers of the party?" Yan Qingcheng pulled a waiter to ask, and his tone was not good.

"This gentleman, they have already left through the side door to attend the celebration banquet......

"I'm asking you which room they are in?" Yan Qingcheng directly interrupted the waiter's words.

The waiter looked at Yan Qingcheng with an impatient look, a little scared, and could only tell him the specific location of the private room.

Yan Qingcheng turned to leave.

He was indeed in a bit of a hurry.

There are two things at hand, handing over the mission items and finding the dead, the former is the mission goal of his trip, but the latter is more important to him personally.

"At least, let me say goodbye one last time, whether or not I will never see you again......"

He hurried in the direction of the private room, where the group had chartered the most luxurious room in the Galaxy Hotel for the celebration banquet, and it was a long way to get there.

At this time, Yan Qingcheng had no intention of observing the surrounding environment, and he had more important things to do.

This is the deepest room in the hallway of the hotel, the door is slightly open, and golden light leaks through the cracks in the door.

It should be here, but why didn't you hear the sound of staggering?

He was ready to speak, and was about to push the door in.

The door suddenly opened automatically, and a small object fell heavily in the doorway.

Yan Qingcheng's hair stood on end.