A Different Husband Every Day

The breeze is refreshing, and the night is boundless.

Ziyuan, the richest place in Shanghai, the people who can live here are either rich or noble.

This place is also known to have a first-class security team. All the security personnel are retired special elites, hired with high salaries, and all of them are vigilant and skilled.

A black shadow, like the projection of leaves whirling in the night wind, swiftly and swiftly escaped groups of security guards on patrol at night, and quietly sneaked into one of the extremely luxurious villas.

Surveillance around the villa was very intensive. As long as someone was on duty in the monitoring room, it was almost impossible to sneak in without all the monitoring. The corners of Xu Yimo's lips twitched slightly, and his deep eyes fell on a car parked in the yard.

After observing the monitor and the position of the car, he decisively avoided the monitor and rolled over to the front, and retracted under the car from the other side.

After tossing and turning for a while, he came out and knocked on the car body with his fist, but the siren did not respond at all.

It forcefully destroyed the sealing strip of the car window, and a slender steel wire came out from nowhere, along the gap of the sealing strip, it easily slipped onto the door latch, and with a slight pull, the door opened.

After some operations, the movements were smooth. He got into the car and fiddled with it for a while. When he came out, he opened the fuel tank cap and popped out a sharp knife point to poke it in.

The barking sound was very ear-piercing in the quiet late night, but Xu Yimo didn't try to hide it at all, and soon drops of car oil dripped down.

He stood up and walked around the car, facing the monitor, leaning against the car.

The car door was closed with a bang, and the car's alarm bell rang again at this time.

The chirping sound was particularly harsh at night, and suddenly the lights of the whole building were turned on, and a group of people rushed out.

Under the night, one was wearing a mask, covering most of his face. Except for his eyes, only his bloody lips were left outside, with a faint smile hanging on the corner of his lips.

Who are you? It's a crime for you to break into a private house. A middle-aged man over forty years old stepped forward, his eyes were sharp and guarded.

It was Xu Yimo's idle posture with his hands propped on the car, as if standing here admiring the moon, which made them feel extremely weird.

Crime? Xu Yimo's tone was raised, Your Yan family has the right to say these two words to others?

The middle-aged man's face darkened: Which road are you from?

Xu Yimo's eyes were a little lazy: You are not qualified to talk to me yet, let Yan Shen come out to see me.

What a big tone! The middle-aged man's eyes flashed fiercely, and he raised his hand, Grab him...

Wait. A low-pitched, unspeakably charming male voice sounded.

The people around Xu Yimo separated automatically, Xu Yimo raised his eyes and faced Yan Shen who was wearing a light gray nightgown.

Yan Shen's clean and neat cut head highlights his resolute and handsome face. His brows are thick like a sword hiding sharpness, and his hooked nose makes his eyes as fierce as a falcon even more murderous. With a height of 1.9 meters, he is tall and burly , Often just by standing out, people are unconsciously afraid, and the powerful aura seems to be able to feel a trace of inexplicable blood in the dark night.

Who did I think it was? Yan Shen narrowed his sharp eyes slightly, and the corners of his lips also raised an arc of unknown meaning.