Mr. Fan's Cold and Ugly Wife

Although this place is so remote that gusts of cold wind blow through it, it makes people feel creepy, but there are street lights occasionally, and it is not always dark to the end.

People in her line of work may be naturally sensitive to architecture, so even though the place is messy, the address shared by Yan Nanqing is difficult for others to find, but it is much easier for her.

Passing through a pile of messy construction debris, the front view is very poor, but you can also see that there are private houses in the past.

It should be there.

Walking to the side of the private house, Ye Liang looked up, the height was four or five floors, and he didn't know which floor Yan Nanqing was on.

Stepping back a little, she dialed the invisible number again, then put the phone back in her pocket, and stared up at the entire dark building.

After a while, there was a slight sound.

She narrowed her eyes slightly, it should be the second floor.

After pressing the phone, she walked into the building lightly.

Just two steps in, I found that the sound of her high heels knocking on the concrete floor was too loud.

He took off the shoes very neatly, broke off the heel and put them on again.

Walking to the second floor, looking at the two doors on the left and right, she weighed it, walked to the door on the right, and raised her index finger to knock three times.

"Duk, tuk."

The room still seemed quiet.

But after a while, the door opened from the inside.

Ye Liang turned around and saw Yan Nanqing dressed in black and wearing a peaked cap, with soft brows, he just sized him up from top to bottom.

The voice was very small, "Alone?"

Yan Nanqing nodded, opened the door a little wider, and signaled her to go in.

Ye Liang walked in sideways.

There was a moldy smell in the house, as well as a smell of smoke, which must have been made by Yan Nanqing.

"You can't get rid of your smoking addiction under any circumstances. It's really not easy for Mr. Yan to live to this day!" She mocked lightly.

Yan Nanqing pressed his abdomen with one hand, and didn't respond much to her ridicule.

"Is someone following you?" he asked.

Ye Liang searched, but there was no place to do it, so she just stood there, "What do you want me to do?"

Yan Nanqing glanced at the time, "They should come back to search soon, I have to leave the capital."

It is not difficult to leave here, but it is not so easy to leave the capital. This city is the heart of the whole country. How can you go in and out without checking your identity?
Speaking of which, Ye Liang looked at him again wondering, "Why did you come back again?"

It's obvious that he's gone.

Yan Nanqing was silent for a while, wondering if he couldn't answer her question.

Seeing him wanting to take out the cigarette again, Ye Liang frowned, "I don't want to die with you."

Then he stuffed his cigarette back into his pocket, and looked at him, "Where's the end of the cigarette you just smoked?"

The smell of cigarettes may dissipate when others come, but the cigarette butts left here are a signal for people to follow.

"In the pocket." Yan Nanqing said, then turned and walked out.

Ye Liang pursed her lips and followed behind.

But as soon as the two of them arrived at the door, before they opened the door, they vaguely heard movement.

She frowned, walked to the window and looked down.

"It's late." She whispered.

Someone downstairs was already approaching. When she went to see it, she just saw someone turned off the light, and it took a minute or two to touch it.

"Are you injured?" She looked at him, "Can you dance?"

There are two floors in total, I don't know if he can bear it.

Yan Nanqing closed his eyes, did not answer, but took off his coat and wrapped it around his waist, ready to jump off the building.