"It should be soon. The security guard said that the police would arrive in about half an hour, but now it has only been about 20 minutes. ”

Aunt Mei pursed the corners of her mouth and swallowed lightly, and then her eyes moved away from Murong Shuo with the same vigilance. However, the latter didn't seem to care about her at all, and never looked this way from beginning to end, just locked firmly at the door of the hall on the first floor of the villa, as if waiting for something.

"Mr. Liu, it seems that he doesn't look very good, a bit like he has been injured by something."

Aunt Mei looked back at Liu Cen, slightly relieved in tone, and then replied softly to the latter. Judging from Fang Cai's observation of Murong Shuo, the latter's face was obviously a little pale, and his eyebrows were locked all the time, as if he was enduring the pain in his body.

"Don't worry about this, wait for the police to come before ......"

"Squeak-"

Liu Cen slowly frowned, glanced at Murong Shuo, who was gradually squatting down not far away, and then his heart was crossed, and when he replied to Aunt Mei, the main entrance in front of the hall on the first floor of the villa was slowly pushed open.

At this moment, Liu Cen, Aunt Mei, and Murong Shuo all stared at each other suddenly, and quickly looked down at the door where the voice came. There, as the door was gently pushed open, a ponytail girl dressed in a casual pink light outfit finally walked in slowly.

"Qingyi! Miss! ”

When the pink-clothed girl Qianying appeared in the hall, the three people in the corridor on the second floor exclaimed almost at the same time, but only Murong Shuo's tone was a little indifferent, as if he had already expected who would be the person who would come in at this time.

"Dad? Aunt Mei...... Sixth uncle? What are you? ”

The exclamation from Qi Qi fell into his ears, Liu Qingyi naturally hurriedly raised his head, and looked at the edge of the corridor on the second floor of the villa.

"Qingyi, what do you call him?"

As soon as Liu Qingyi's doubtful words fell, Liu Cen's solemn face suddenly became a little strange and grotesque. He slowly turned his head away, staring at Murong Shuo, whose face was becoming more and more pale, and confirming Liu Qingyi with his eyebrows, revealing an unbelievable taste between his words.

"Dad, his name is Murong Shuo, and he is my mother's cousin. He was the sixth oldest in that generation, so he was my sixth cousin. ”

When he saw his father ask and looked at Murong Shuo with a look of vigilance and surprise, Liu Qingyi came to his senses and remembered that his father still didn't know him as his cousin-in-law, so Fang raised the corners of his lips and explained the relationship with a light smile.

"So you're really—"

After getting confirmation from his daughter in person, Liu Cen suddenly relaxed all the mustards and suspicions in his heart, hurriedly stepped forward, came to Murong Shuo's side with an apologetic expression, and took the initiative to apologize.

"I'm sorry, I didn't know before, so I'm a little wary of you, don't you mind."

"It's okay, I'...... Ahem, ahem! ”

Murong Shuo looked at Liu Cen, whose face changed in an instant, and couldn't help but feel a little ironic in his heart.

But no matter what he thinks in his heart, he can't show it after all. But just when he wanted to smile and show that he didn't care, before he could say anything, he turned into a few continuous coughs because of a momentary outburst.

"Are you alright? Is there something wrong with it, or is there any injury on your body? I see you've been clutching your chest, and you're a little pale. ”

Looking back at Liu Cen's solemn and concerned look, Murong Shuo's mind wandered slightly for a moment, and after hesitating for a moment, he didn't intend to tell him the truth, but instead avoided talking in a panic-

"It's okay, it's just that the light in the room was relatively dim just now, and I accidentally tripped over something on the ground and fell, so it's fine."

"Then you can go downstairs and sit on the couch and take a rest, right? Sister Mei, help me help Mr. Murong. ”

After receiving the order, Aunt Mei gradually came back to her senses from her stunned state, and hurriedly stepped forward to support Murong Shuo, who was still stumbling a little. However, when she passed by Liu Cen's side, she didn't forget to ask in an embarrassed tone: "Then Mr. Liu, ...... the police?"

"Of course it's the same. If the thief is not caught, won't my Liu family become a place where anyone can come and go freely? ”

Liu Cen, who originally had a calm face, couldn't help but have a touch of coldness on his expression when he said this, and immediately answered Aunt Mei's question sharply, and at the same time seemed to mean something.

Murong Shuo's footsteps paused for a moment, but his complexion did not change, but he thought that he should have heard the imperceptible taste of difficulty from Liu Cen's words, so his expression that he didn't care about was a little unnatural.

"Qingyi, come to my study!"

I don't know if I saw Liu Qingyi's worried gaze at Murong Shuo, just when Liu Qingyi was about to quickly go upstairs to meet the latter, and was about to say something, Liu Cen's rather solemn order suddenly came out, causing Liu Qingyi's delicate body to stiffen slightly.

Looking at his father with a solemn expression, after a long time, Liu Qingyi pursed her lips lightly, nodded and reluctantly agreed. Because after all, she didn't want Liu Cen to know about it, but in the end, it backfired.

"Oh, here it is."

When Liu Cen turned around and walked back into the corridor, Liu Qingyi took a lotus step without hurry, and walked along the circular corridor to the second floor. When passing by Murong Shuo and Aunt Mei, who were coming downstairs, Liu Qingyi couldn't help but cast his gaze over, and then hurried to condole.

"Sixth uncle, are you okay?"

"Qingyi, uncle, please ask you something...... Go ahead and don't worry your dad. ”

Murong Shuo's blazing eyes fluctuated slightly, and he looked at Liu Qingyi and frowned slightly, as if he was conveying some secret words. Before he could say his words of please, he had already pulled back and continued to walk slowly down the stairs.

"Huh?"

A trace of unclear doubt appeared on her pretty face, Liu Qingyi's slender and beautiful eyelashes trembled slightly, and her thoughts were smart, remembering Murong Shuo's words when he was prevaricating the cause of his injury to his father just now, and then he suddenly understood, but he couldn't help but feel a little grateful to Murong Shuo in his heart.

The corners of his lips raised a touch of indifferent moving arc, Liu Qingyi's chest rose and fell slightly, adjusted the psychological preparation for a series of interrogations from his father that he might face next, and then moved quickly, and quickly walked to Liu Cen's study in the second floor fence and in the corridor.

As Aunt Mei came to the sofa on the first floor of the room and sat down, Murong Shuo's body, which had been slightly tensed, slowly relaxed, but the original pain in his chest did not diminish in the slightest. Obviously, the blow before the silence had no intention of sparing.

"Mr. Murong, just sit here for a while, I still have housework to deal with. After a while, the police will come and may ask you questions, I hope you can cooperate, please trouble you. ”

Aunt Mei still stared at Murong Shuo with a hint of defensiveness, and in the depths of her eyes with subtle fluctuations, for some reason, she really had a mustard that she couldn't let go of the middle-aged man in front of her, but she couldn't say why it was so, so she could only use words that were as respectful as possible and slightly angry.

"Okay, no problem."

Murong Shuo's face was indifferent, and he just nodded in response, as if he didn't mind anything at all.

Gradually, she withdrew her doubtful gaze, and it was inconvenient for Aunt Mei to keep an eye on others, so she bent down lightly and retreated to the kitchen and dining room. Murong Shuo slumped lightly on the back of the sofa, tilting his head slightly to look at Aunt Mei's departing back, but his gaze gradually lowered.

"Hey, that indifferent guy, it's really as heavy as ever......"

The second floor of the Liujia villa, in the study of Liu Cen.

"Well, sit down Qingyi, you don't have to stand in front of me like this. It was as if Dad was interrogating the prisoner. ”

Liu Cen leaned wearily on a backrest couch swivel chair behind a long square desk, her square face with a relieved smile. The vigilance and defensiveness on his face when facing Murong Shuo before, but now in front of his daughter, he has completely dissipated.

He then gestured to another round chair next to his desk.

The girl pulled up her long messy hair that flowed out of the ponytail in front of her shoulders, and stroked it up to her shoulders at will, obviously when she was in a hurry to catch up with Shen Mo just now, because the night wind was too strong to blow and mess up.

Liu Cen saw Qingyi sitting and looking at himself, and he also noticed the messy broken hair that came out of the sideburns of the latter's ears, and raised his eyebrows at the moment, thinking of the time when he appeared in his ex-wife Murong Nan's room before, the latter disappeared for so long for a while, and immediately took the lead in asking.

"Where did you just go? What's going on in your mother's study? ”

When the words fell, Liu Cen immediately began to pay attention to the changes in Liu Qingyi's face. But surprisingly, Liu Qingyi hesitated for a second, shook her head and replied softly: "I don't know, what's going on in my mother's room?" ”

"You really don't know? Then I'll show you. ”

Seeing that her daughter was full of unwillingness to tell the truth, Liu Cen couldn't help but feel helpless, and after exhaling lightly, he stood up suddenly, grabbed Liu Qingyi's wrist and walked out of the room quickly, and walked out of the room along the corridor to Murong Nan's room at the end.

The door was still open, but the floor inside the room was suddenly much cleaner.

Except for the edge of the windowsill, there is still a picture of broken glass all over the ground, and the cold moonlight pours on it, reflecting the milky white luster of the stars like fish scales.

"You see, when Dad came here with the sound of glass breaking, it was already like this by the window, and your mother's room was in a mess. At that time, your sixth cousin was standing outside the windowsill of the room. ”