Chapter 80 The conscience of the fans is all to send warmth to the door
In the early morning of the next day, in a remote villa in the Chen family's manor, seven or eight black-clothed men were guarding the exits, their faces solemn.
There was a big incident last night, and the entire manor was brightly lit, and there was an endless stream of vehicles coming in and out, and everyone's faces were not good-looking.
Because the third and fourth young masters of the Zong family were assassinated, the rest of the young children of the family were recalled to the Chen family manor for protection.
And living in the small villa in the corner of this manor is the most valued and unpopular eldest lady of the Chen family.
At this time, on a recliner on the balcony on the second floor, there was a girl who was reading a book and watching a play.
This is a tall and bright girl, she wears a small white tank top, a short shirt covered with washed blue, and a pair of slim jeans underneath to outline the soft lines.
The most eye-catching thing is her neatly combed dark red long hair, with a delicate face with a little flamboyance in the cold, it looks like a red rose blooming in the early morning.
Putting down "Back to the Cat 3", which had been watched for the fourth time, Chen Motong sighed: "Why hasn't the Jiangbei dog thief updated it, I really want to arrest him and put him in a small black room to write a manuscript fiercely." β
She really wants to know what new stories there will be in the future of Black Coal and the Jiao family, but the dog author didn't do his job and went to write online articles, damn it.
I heard that tonight's 20th anniversary celebration of the end of the Literary Publishing House, the dog thief will be in attendance......
Hmph, that is, she can't escape now, otherwise she will definitely arrest him in a sack and beat him.
It's a pity, if only the kind-hearted person who slaughtered Chen San and Chen Si could do it a day later, maybe she could run away while the guards were not so strict.
"Aren't there just two scum, in a hurry, it's like having their house raided." The girl pursed her lips, picked up the brewed coffee, and prepared to drink it all.
But her outstretched hand grabbed the air, turned her head, and saw that there was a handsome guy with a big back behind her, who was pouring milk into the coffee with a focused expression.
"Drinking coffee on an empty stomach is not good for the body, especially this black coffee." The handsome man took the spoon and stirred it gently, stirred the coffee and milk well, then took out a packet of syrup from his pocket and poured it in, then nodded contentedly and drank it all.
Chen Motong: ......
This person is so familiar and shameless!
"Who are you? What do you do with my breakfast? And how did you get in? β
She sat up straight and looked curiously at the strange man who suddenly broke in, always feeling that the other party's posture was like a neighbor's house that she had known for many years, without the slightest politeness.
But I don't even know this person when I step on a horse, could it be the new bodyguard arranged by that scumbag?
The girl knows her value very well, and knows that the entire Chen family is waiting for her to grow up, and when she is fat and strong, she can sell it to the Italian dog family as the lady of the village, so it is not unexpected to deliberately arrange a strong bodyguard.
It's just that this newcomer is too ignorant of the rules, just wear a floral shirt and beach pants and flip-flops to work, and she won't tolerate trespassing without permission.
Just as he was about to drive him out, he saw the man reach out and pick up the book on the table, and was amazed:
Sure enough, no one can refuse the temptation of the kitten, and the person who can write this book must be a handsome and handsome person who is so miserable.
I see that you have a lot of traces of reading this book, and I usually read it less. β
Chen Motong snatched his book and glared at the uninvited guest with annoyance: "Go out, who allowed you to come in." β
"Hey, don't worry, I'm here uninvited." The handsome guy with the big back was Xia Di, he sat on the vacant recliner and smiled at the girl with a wary and disgusted face:
"Just now he said that he wanted to put me in a sack, why did he see me and push me out again."
When the girl heard this, she grabbed the guy's hand, and looked at Xia Di suspiciously: "You are Jiangbei?" β
How does this man look like a writer who can write such a moving story?
"If it's fake, your brother specially looked for me when I came to the capital yesterday."
"I don't have any brothers." Chen Motong was disgusted by the word "your brother", and the curiosity that had just risen disappeared instantly, and he waved his hand to drive people away:
"I don't bother to care who you are, hurry up and get out, otherwise don't blame me for being unkind."
Xia Di was unmoved, and even lay down directly on it with his feet raised: "It's really sad, I was sorry that I ruthlessly refused the check for three million given by the Chen family Sanshao yesterday in order to take care of the emotions of a certain little fan reader, but in exchange for only indifference." β
As he spoke, he also wiped his eyes with a fake look, and his mouth whined: "Alas~ The world is not worth it." β
The curiosity that the little girl had just suppressed rose again, and she squinted her eyes as she clutched the book in her hand: "Chen San looked for you yesterday?" β
She didn't know how Chen San and Chen Si died, but it seemed to have something to do with the person in front of her.
And to be able to break into the hinterland of the Chen family's manor unknowingly, and to say that he is an ordinary writer is nonsense.
No matter how much she dislikes the Chen family, she has to admit that the strength of this family is unimaginable to ordinary people, and the guard force is even more strict, and her countless attempts to escape from Chenjiazhuang have ended in failure.
"That's right, menacing, a dozen black-clothed men surrounded me and asked me to meet their master." Xia Di nodded, looking palpitating:
"As soon as we met, he threw me a check and asked me to cut "Back to the Cat", saying that it was a gift for my sister."
"And then?" Although he already knew the result, Chen Motong still wanted to hear the details again, so as to deduce the cause and effect of the incident through profiling.
She had long been accustomed to the group of biological blood relatives who had been tirelessly troubleshooting her to block her, not caring about their lives or deaths, just wanting to know who the person in front of her was.
It's a pity that Xia Di ended the topic very simply: "And then don't you know, he died." β
"It's a miserable death."
His tone was embarrassed, as if he was lamenting the impermanence of the world, and the large intestine encompasses the small intestine.
Of course, it would be better if he wasn't the murderer.
Chen Motong looked at the man running the train with his mouth full, and his small fists clenched slightly: "So, you came today to prepare to cut the grass and eradicate the roots?" β
Although she couldn't deduce much information from the person in front of her, she could clearly feel that the other party had no killing intent, so she wasn't too nervous.
Anyway, she only lives for the faint hope that is almost fantastical, maybe it is better to die, to meet her mother in the state of SchrΓΆdinger in the underworld, and not to be the wife of the gringo covered in hair.
"It's up to you." The handsome man with his back turned sideways, supporting his head with one hand and posing in the classic sleeping position of Maitreya Buddha:
"Have you seen the Matrix?"
"Yes." The girl didn't understand what he meant, could she, an ordinary girl who hadn't awakened her words, be a savior?
"You know what the red and blue pills are for, right?"
"Yes." The girl has an excellent memory, and in The Matrix, the red pill represents the cruel real world, and the blue pill represents the wonderful illusory world.
"Good." Xia Di snapped his fingers, and a black SLR camera instantly appeared on the small dining table, and he solemnly introduced:
"This is the special version of the red and blue pill for Jiangbei fans, I call it - family portrait camera."