I am a god in script killing

Chapter 5 The Traitor's Game (4)

"Knowingly asking."

Su Ziyu took out his cigarette and naturally handed the first one to Bo Juan's mouth.

Bo Jun glanced at the slender cigarette, then naturally lowered his head to hold the cigarette in his mouth, Su Ziyu slipped the lighter and skillfully lit it for her.

The eldest lady leaning on the sofa took a puff of cigarette, and then slowly exhaled it. The smoke had a faint mint smell, which dimmed the person's eyes.

Under the dim light, two coat buttons were unbuttoned, casual and lazy, noble and alluring.

Su Ziyu pressed the tip of his tongue against his palate, but he didn't have the heart to open his mouth to shatter the picture.

"Tell me."

Bo Jun skillfully lowered his fingertips to shake off the ashes from the cigarette, and his voice was magnetic and clear.

"Well," Su Ziyu himself did not smoke. He put the cigarette case and the silver lighter on the table together. Seeing Bo Jun's questioning gaze, he explained, "I brought you a sterling silver lighter, which is luxurious and suitable for you."

Bo Jun glanced at it, without any intention of thanking him.

Su Ziyu didn't care, and put on the gloves on his own:

"Our third uncle got the news from somewhere that there was a traitor with ulterior motives in our family a few days ago.

"Maliciously leaking the trading location of the family business has caused the recent business to be destroyed by the port police, causing heavy losses. I guess I have to mention your injury this time."

Speaking of this, Su Ziyu paused and smiled a little:

"—But then again, it's a coincidence that your injury is a good shield."

The speaker didn't intend to listen, but Bo Jun frowned, vaguely feeling that there were many things wrong with these words.

"Yes, tease me to have a look," Su Ziyu glanced at Bo Jun's lower abdomen, "I just touched the bandage, and I didn't see any injuries."

Bo Juan rolled his eyes inwardly, his eyes with unknown meaning happened to meet the person in front of him.

"Don't get me wrong," Su Ziyu realized the meaning in an instant, he couldn't laugh or cry, "I really care about you, just for fun, I don't dare to bully the wounded."

"He's not lying."

069 suddenly said that the characters in the game are all live data, and it can be detected whether they lie or not.

Bao Jun paused, casually lifted up the hem of his clothes with one hand, stretched out the other hand and leaned over to shake off the soot.

The delicate abdominal muscles and tight mermaid lines are slightly exposed, and the white porcelain body is wrapped in white gauze. It's hard to say which one is cleaner and whiter.

The young master raised his eyes after seeing the bandages, rolled his Adam's apple a few times, and tilted his head to look at the casual person in front of him:

"on purpose?"

Bo Jun paused for a moment as he pressed the cigarette butt, and then laughed. Under Su Ziyu's surprised and probing eyes, he calmly leaned back, folded his arms and tilted his head.

She seemed to really think about it seriously, the tip of her tongue moistened her dry lips, and she lazily raised her eyes to look at him, baffled:
"you guess."

Su Ziyu also laughed, and lowered his voice: "If you want me to guess..."

"Boom boom boom——"

The knock on the door was well-measured, and it also interrupted what Su Ziyu wanted to say at the right time.

It's better to come early than to come by coincidence.

Bo Jun smiled slightly at Su Ziyu, his teasing eyes were undisguised.

"What's the matter, butler?"

Su Ziyu asked aloud, stretched out his hand unwillingly and gently pinched the predecessor's chin.

"Eldest young master, eldest miss," the butler's voice came from outside the door, "The old man is waiting in the study, tell me to come up and call you."

"I know," Su Ziyu stood up, "Jiu Lan and I will go right away."

The butler responded and left.

"The old man doesn't like you smoking."

Su Ziyu glanced at the cigarette in Bo Jun's hand, took out a bottle of perfume from the drawer under the table with ease, and picked up a crystal ashtray with the other hand: "Puff it out first, then press the smell."

"Ah."

Bo Jun leaned over to press the butt of the cigarette, and when he got up, someone had already sprayed him with incense, and the smell of the smoke dissipated, leaving only a cool breath of mint, and he didn't have the youthful air that he should have at this age.

Su Ziyu watched intently as she buttoned up her clothes and put on her coat, without even leaving the smell of fireworks in her eyes.

Like the wind blowing on the top of a snow-covered mountain, the snow is cool and beautiful when it hits, and it melts quickly in the palm of your hand, and finally disappears without a trace.

"Jiu Lan." Su Ziyu spoke softly, feeling sore in his heart.

"Ok?"

Bo Jun looked at him.

But Su Ziyu just straightened her coat for her, brushed her hair behind her ears, and didn't say anything.

(End of this chapter)