"Little young master, Mr. Cheng is already planning to leave for Shengcheng, and he will be able to reach Shengcheng today and tomorrow."

"He agreed to her request?" Yechen's voice was indifferent, blending into the deep night along with gusts of cold wind.

The adult, who was still wearing a mask and a cap in the dark night, and couldn't see his face at all, shook his head: "Mr. Cheng will give the final decision after arriving in Shengcheng." ”

"She won't allow the possibility of failure."

"Yes, she has a hole card that Mr. Cheng has to promise."

"Mr. Cheng's granddaughter, Cheng Mian."

An Xingxing's eyes widened, the Ye family actually hit Cheng Mian, who was still a child, and it was really unscrupulous.

"It's inconvenient for us to take action in this matter, young master, you should know ......"

Yechen nodded: "I will send someone to protect Mr. Cheng and Cheng Mian." ”

The man seemed to be very satisfied and nodded: "Our husband asked me to ask you, did you repair Mr. Cheng's instrument?" ”

"What instrument?" Yechen asked puzzled.

"We're in a boat, and it's better not to hide anything from us." The adult's tone was clearly threatening.

"Not me." Yechen didn't explain much, believe it or not was their business.

If there is no even the most basic trust, there is no need for cooperation to continue.

The adult obviously understood this: "Then you have to pay attention, someone has repaired Mr. Cheng's instrument." My husband sent someone to inspect it, and we all agreed that it was a precision instrument that only you could repair. The presence of someone here who can be compared to you is a red flag, and you should be careful if you find this person......"

The man put his hands across his neck and made a motion to wipe his neck.

A cold wind blew, and An Xingxing shrank and sneezed.

The two of them fell silent instantly, and when An Xingxing raised his head, their eyes had already focused on themselves.

This kind of embarrassing thing of eavesdropping on other people's secrets being discovered, you should pretend that you don't know anything, and you happen to pass by, right?

An Xingxing walked out with his little short legs, with an innocent face: "Xiaochen Guoguo, who is he?" What are you talking about, why can't the stars understand wow? ”

An Xingxing always felt that he said this, and he had a feeling that there was no silver three hundred taels here, and raised his head stiffly.

Comforting yourself in your heart and matching the innocent smile of a human cub should be a little convincing, right?

It's a pity that the other party is a cautious person, especially with Yechen as an example, he is also very wary of children.

[I don't know how much she heard, or it would be easier to get rid of her directly.] 】

An Xingxing's tears came down in a snap, can't you wow! If he dies, how can Yechen return to the divine realm? Will the end of my father and brother be as tragic as in the previous life?

The more she thought about it, the more miserable she became, the more tears she had, and she ran behind Yechen: "Xiaochen pot pot, I'm afraid, woo woo." ”

She was more or less touched with some true feelings, hugging Yechen's waist from behind and not letting go.

[This adult has a lot of respect for Yechen, as long as Yechen is unwilling, he shouldn't be able to kill himself, right? ] 】

But! She suddenly thought of a serious question, would Yechen be willing to let him kill herself?

In the previous life, Yechen was a careerist whose career was greater than everything.

He doesn't seem to have a heart, and he's never seen him soft on anyone.

And he must have guessed by now that he was the one who repaired Grandpa Cheng's instruments, and his existence might block his way.

An Xingxing gradually stopped crying, and she realized that in this case, she should not rely on others.

She let go of the hand that held Yechen, and clenched the star pendant on her chest with tears in her eyes.

Unexpectedly, Yechen suddenly grabbed her little arm.

An Xingxing suddenly fell into a thin and powerful chest, and his little head was held down by his hand, catching the sound of his pounding heartbeat.

"You go back."

Yechen spoke at the other party.

"Little master...... "What else does the man have to say?"

was also interrupted by Yechen: "Don't make a big fuss, this is Anjia." ”

The man looked at the dark and swarthy Anjia Villa, couldn't say anything more, and left here.

Yechen looked at the dark night where he couldn't see his fingers, fell into deep thought, and frowned.

An Xingxing in his arms was very uncomfortable, and he was about to lose his breath, so he hurriedly pushed the person away.

The two looked at each other, obviously they didn't speak, and An Xingxing seemed to hear something vaguely.

【……#％……】

An Xingxing was sure that there was a voice, but if he carefully distinguished, there was only a bunch of garbled characters.

She looked at Yechen again in disbelief, incredulous. [What I heard, is it his heart? 】

It's just coded, I heard it but didn't hear it completely.

But that's just it, it's very serious!

In the divine realm, his rank is much higher than his own, and he can't read his heart from a god of a higher rank than himself, unless the other party opens his heart to him and trusts him absolutely.

Could it be that Yechen ......

No, no, she quickly threw this ridiculous idea out of her head.

Perhaps it was because he failed in Nirvana, fell into the mortal world, forgot everything in the divine realm, and implicated the temple to be weakened. Now his rank in the divine realm is lower than himself?

This is also obviously wrong, if the level is lower than himself, he should be able to hear his voice very clearly, instead of a bunch of gibberish.

And in the last life, until she was eighteen years old, she didn't hear the voice of the night.

That's only what I thought was possible.

Her little face, which had been frightened so white just now, instantly climbed into crimson.

[Yechen he trusts...... I? 】

Yechen was stared at by her uncomfortably, and pointed to the door: "Go back and say?" ”

An Xingxing nodded, followed him, and entered his bedroom.

"What you see today, don't talk nonsense." He wasn't a warning, it was more like a casual mention, and even if he did, it wouldn't affect him.

An Xingxing sat on the small bench next to him and nodded frantically.

The two children were thinking about their own things, and the air suddenly became quiet, a little embarrassed.

Listening to the garbled words that sounded in his heart from time to time, An Xingxing always felt more embarrassed.

When he raised his head to say something, he met Yechen's gaze, and he was about to speak.

"I ......"

"I ......"

The two looked at each other, and Yechen nodded, motioning for her to speak first.

"I want to know, will Grandpa Cheng and Cheng Mian be in danger?"

"Huh?" Yechen didn't expect this to be the first question she asked.

She didn't seem to be curious about her own affairs at all.

Or does she not care what she wants to do at all? She only cares if the people she cares about are in danger.

He lowered his head, his gaze dimmed: "No, I'm here." ”

The corners of An Xingxing's mouth curled up, and he gave him a thumbs up: "Xiaochen pot pot, reliable!" ”

Then he put his hands on his cheeks, put on a careful listening appearance, and looked at the night with big eyes.

"I want to know your purpose, I know that you are the only one who can fix that instrument."

"My purpose?" An Xingxing repeated.

[My purpose is for you to live well, Comrade Sayo!] She sighed inwardly.