"Help me get someone."

At one o'clock in the morning, Xie Yan received an order from Miss Rong.

Leaning back with his hands, his complexion was too provocative, his black hair was casually pulled back, his eyes were restrained, his eyes reflected a faint blue and white shadow screen light, and he was typing with one hand.

"To what extent?" Xie Gongzi, who grew up in Jinshandui, has a tone that is no smaller than Xiao Congsu, and several people have played since they were young, and their temperament is the same.

Rong Qi can't get used to anyone, he will fix it, and if Rong Qi kills people, he will be responsible for handing the knife and cleaning up the aftermath.

"Don't let him die too painfully, but I don't think it's enough to be relieved to live in comfort for the rest of my life." Understood, that is, it is necessary to die or live.

It's cold at night, the clock hanging in the corridor is ticking, and I looked at the time when I passed by, half an hour has passed, and I don't know if Chi Yan has slept.

He said that he was not injured, but how could he not be injured when he took the scalpel with his empty hands, the more she thought about it, the more wrong it became, so after saying goodnight to Chi Yan, she still turned back.

There was no one in the oppressively dark room, and the people who were found on the balcony outside.

He wrapped a layer of white gauze in his hand, changed into a black windbreaker, and leaned on the balcony railing, half of his face exposed to the faint light was so faint that it was gloomy, with the loneliness of being out of the matter, as if he would be lost in the world in the next second.

The stones are like jade, and the pines are like emeralds, and they should be people in the sky.

He was also smoking, this was the first time Rong Qi had seen Chi Yan smoking.

People who look like a bright gentleman are also pleasing to the eye to do this kind of thing, clear and cold, and indescribably charming.

"Chi Yan."

When Chi Yan heard her voice, he woke up like a dream, hid his hand holding the cigarette behind him, and looked at her a little bewildered, as if he was afraid that she would see herself like this.

"Perch, you're here."

She hummed and walked over, trying to pull his hand, but she didn't move, angry and wanted to laugh, "I saw it all."

The hand gradually relaxed, still pulled by her, Rong Qi looked at the very casual hand, frowning with distress in his eyes: "Does it hurt? I'm sorry I didn't take care of you."

He pursed his lips, "It's okay, I'm not angry."

"Then why are you smoking?"

Chi Yan: ......

Because I was angry, I wanted to smoke.

Rong Qi didn't poke him, led him to sit down, he still wore so little in such a cold weather, and the cold skin of his palm against the man's wrist bone made her shiver, but she couldn't say anything serious to this face.

The light in the room turned on and then went to close the window, the man turned on the air conditioner, and she smiled, "Now I know it's cold."

"It's not." He was serious, "I'm afraid I'll freeze you."

Her family Professor Chi is so caring.

Rong Qi found the medicine box in the manor and squatted next to his lap, Chi Yan pulled her up and pressed her on his lap, "Don't squat, it will tire you."

The two of them were close to each other, and when they spoke, their thin lips almost brushed the tips of her ears, and their breath was intertwined, and Rong Qi smelled the smell of wine, probably standing outside for a long time, and the smell dissipated a lot.

Raising his head and crashing straight into his eyes, he was not clear, faint and pink, and there was a bit of charm, burning and sultry.

After giving him the medicine with a little reason, the deepest scar was about to see the bones, and the good hands were like having a mutilated work of God, and she wanted to go out to find a doctor.