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The car didn't know how long it had been driving, and after a few turns into an upscale neighborhood, it finally stopped in front of a tall three-story building. For more up-to-date chapters, visit: ШЩЩ.(7)(9)XS.сОМ.

"It's here, boss."

Lin Pan got out of the car first and opened the 'door' of the car on Ya Chen's side, and the ghost butterfly came out of the 'door' on the other side, without a trace of ups and downs on his face facing the extravagance and immaturity here.

"Morning..."

Xiruo trotted over, separating the ghost butterfly from Ya Chen's already not close distance, she gently held Ya Chen's arm, her face was ruddy and cute, with the shyness unique to a 'girl' child.

“………”

Ya Chen couldn't refuse, after all, he wanted to see his mother later.

"Young Master, you're back."

The servant at the 'door' bent down in respect, not daring to lift his head up a bit.

"Ah Chen, you're back."

A well-dressed noble lady stood up from the stool when she saw Ya Chen walk into the door, and at the same time she saw that the corners of Xiruo's eyes showed a slight relief.

"Auntie, long time no see."

Xiruo greeted the 'woman' affectionately, and sat beside the 'woman' with Ya Chen, and the ghost butterfly sat on the other side of Ya Chen, her calm expression inadvertently alienated everyone.

“… Ah Chen, who is this? ”

The woman noticed the existence of the ghost butterfly and began to probe the ghost butterfly.

This 'girl' child... There is a smell of beasts.

How could Ah Chen meet such a person...

“… Madam, this is the boss's temporary bodyguard. ”

Lin Pan approached the 'woman' and said in a voice of only two people.

It's best not to let Miss Nozomi know the identity of the ghost butterfly first...

“……… Kindness. ”

The 'woman' nodded, and did not put her eyes on the ghost butterfly again, but on her daughter-in-law, whom she particularly liked.

"You kid, you probably suffer abroad, eat more."

"Thank you, auntie."

Nozomi 'revealed' a lovely smile and looked like a child with satisfaction.

"It's all a family, what's polite, Ah Chen, you can eat more."

The 'woman' secretly praised Xiruo for being sensible, and at the same time implied that Ya Chen cared more about Xiruo.

"Miss Ghost Butterfly, won't you eat it?"

Lin Pan asked the ghost butterfly on the side in a low voice, the concern in his eyes didn't seem to be fake.

“…… Someone is coming..."

Ghost Butterfly lowered her voice, her eyes unchanged, but the corners of her mouth moved.

"Do you want to inform the boss?"

Lin Pan subconsciously looked at the three people who were talking over there, and his tone became solemn.

"There's one guy who didn't come in... You go to the backup power there. ”

The ghost butterfly deserves to be the number one killer, the sensitivity is different from ordinary people, and it is super sensitive to all the changes around it, which is the horror of the ghost butterfly.

“…… Kindness... They're up to you for protection..."

Lin Pan nodded, indicating that he believed in the ghost butterfly very much.

“… Six bullets in it..."

Ghost Butterfly was as calm as usual, and took out a small pistol from the 'pants' bag and handed it to Lin Pan from under the table, and her tone was completely inconsistent with her fourteen-year-old face.

Then Ghost Butterfly deliberately threw the black tea in his hand to Lin Pan's side, and the black tea dripped all over Lin Pan's half suit, and the cup fell to the ground with a piercing breaking sound.

“………!”

When Ya Chen heard the voice, he glanced at the ghost butterfly with disgust.

“…………”

The 'woman' and Xiruo also had complicated expressions and didn't know what they were thinking.

“… Never mind... Miss Ghost Butterfly just missed, I'll go to the toilet and clean it up..."

The corners of Lin Pan's mouth moved, and he spoke very modestly, and at the same time picked up the cup on the ground and walked towards the toilet.

Ghost Butterfly continued to be silent, not intending to make any excuses for her mistakes, just looking out the dark window...

Such a night...... It's good to kill...