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After Ye Wushuang finished speaking, Ji Shen chuckled, "I expected this answer."

Ye Wushuang's attitude towards Mrs. Fiona is rather subtle.

In her eyes, although the other party's son had humiliated her, she also took revenge and returned, which was considered clean.

There is no direct relationship with Mrs. Fiona herself.

Madam Fiona hasn't caused any harm to her so far, so she doesn't want to kill Madam Fiona directly.

This is the kindness in her bones.

It is also one of the most precious places in her soul.

"But I don't intend to let Mrs. Fiona go." Ye Wushuang's black pupils were piercing.

Mrs. Fiona is a bomb that can be detonated at any time. If she doesn't kill her, it doesn't mean she doesn't care.

"What do you want to do, tell me." Ji Shen raised his eyebrows and listened attentively.

"Take Nirvana from Heichi, expand the size of Nirvana, and prepare for the election for the leader of the round table meeting in the future." Ye Wushuang said his plan:

"Use the fastest speed to lift Mrs. Fiona, so that her every move is within my field of vision.

If she doesn't pursue my identity anymore, I can keep her life.

On the contrary, it must be killed! "

"Well, this plan is also within my expectations." Ji Shen nodded lightly, not surprised at all.

While retaining the goodwill in my heart, I also understand that I will never tolerate it when it is time to make a move.

This is Ye Wushuang.

The most perfect contradiction in the world.

After the cake was eaten, a guest came to the residence.

It was Zhou Baiyan.

The weather was too cold. He was wearing a beige turtleneck sweater, a black trench coat, and a black, white and gray mesh scarf. It was a casual outfit that could be captured on the cover of a fashion magazine.

But his own mood is not "casual" at all.

He was dying of anxiety!

In the past few days, he didn't dare to interact with Ye Wushuang too much under Mrs. Fiona's nose, for fear of arousing Mrs. Fiona's suspicion.

He wanted to know the progress of the matter very much, but he didn't have the contact information of Ji Shen.

I had to wait and wait until the dinner party of the famous girl's coming-of-age ceremony was over before I came to Ye Wushuang and Ji Shen.

"Are you here to play, or is there something else?" Ye Wushuang asked warmly.

"I'm in a hurry with Mr. Ji." On the one hand, Zhou Baiyan smiled silly and cutely at Ye Wushuang, on the other hand, he grabbed the sleeve of Ji Shen's arm, eager to pull it aside.

I shouted in my heart: Come here!

In the end, before he touched him, Ji Shen grabbed the back collar of his clothes first, and carried Zhou Baiyan upstairs like a little chicken.

Zhou Baiyan: "???"

This action is too shameful!

"You—" Grandpa's!

He held his breath, and couldn't help but want to greet Gou Dongshi's eighteenth generation of ancestors kindly. When he looked up, he saw Gou Dongshi raising his eyebrows in the direction of Ye Wushuang.

It means: Wushuang is still here, if you have the ability, continue to scold.

Zhou Baiyan took a deep breath, bent his eyebrows and eyes, and his tone was full of sincere admiration:

"Your strength is so great."

"Average." Satisfied, Ji Shen turned his head and said to Ye Wushuang downstairs:

"Wushuang, I have something to talk to Zhou Baiyan about."

"Well, let's chat." Ye Wushuang nodded.

But I feel weird in my heart.

When did the relationship between these two become so good?

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upstairs.

Ji Shen took Zhou Baiyan into the study.

The moment the door closed, Zhou Baiyan broke free from Ji Shen's grip, exposed his wolf cub's fangs, and said coldly and viciously:

"Are you sick? Why are you pulling my collar? I can walk by myself!"

Ji Shen's face was even colder. He leaned his back against the wall, speaking concisely and without warmth: "Leave Wushuang."

Zhou Baiyan was stunned, never expecting that this was Ji Shen's first sentence.

Anger rose in his heart: "Why do you order me?"

"Since Mrs. Fiona already knows that she is not the real Ye Wushuang, your appearance will bring her danger." Ji Shen looked directly into Zhou Baiyan's eyes.

Mrs. Fiona knew Zhou Baiyan's identity, and she also knew that Zhou Baiyan liked Lucifer.

At this stage, if Zhou Baiyan stays by Ye Wushuang's side all the time, treats Ye Wushuang well, and protects Ye Wushuang, he is telling Mrs. Fiona:

Ye Wushuang, it might be Lucifer, or it might just look alike.

With this major premise in place, who knows if Mrs. Fiona will suddenly have a sudden whim and be suspicious of something to investigate.

It's better to leave directly and release remarks similar to "she's just a bit like Lucifer, not Lucifer" to reduce all possibilities of follow-up.

"Mrs. Fiona... Already know that she is not the real Ye Wushuang?" Zhou Baiyan's eyes widened and his tone was startled.

"En." Ji Shen lit a cigarette, took a puff, and held it between his fingers:

"Although the suspicion has been temporarily stopped because of certain things, I don't want you to be the one who makes her doubt again."

If Mrs. Fiona was a bomb that could go off at any moment.

That Zhou Baiyan was the thread that could detonate the bomb at any moment.

Reality lay ahead.

Leaving is the best and safest option.

There was a dead silence in the study.

After a long time, Zhou Baiyan said dryly, "I...understand..."

In the current situation, he really, should leave.

"Sorry." Ji Shen didn't know what to say, so he could only apologize.

"There's nothing to be sorry about, it's all because of her." Zhou Baiyan pretended to be relaxed, and took out the tablet sugar from his coat pocket and put it into his mouth.

The sweetness spreads in the mouth.

He felt terribly miserable.

He crushed the sugar to make it more sweet, then took out his phone, hung his head and pressed a few times:

"Give me your contact information, so that I won't be upset one day, and I can't find anyone to scold."

After finishing speaking, he regretted it.

The purpose of adding Jishen's contact information is actually to know whether Ye Wushuang's current situation is safe through Jishen.

After all, he didn't know anything in front of Ye Wushuang, so it was impossible for him to ask about the killer world.

Ji Shen is his information channel.

But when he said this, he didn't think about it, he was afraid that Ji Shen would be angered, and Ji Shen would not give him his contact information.

"Add it." Ji Shen handed over the phone, which had his number and social account ID on it.

Zhou Baiyan was stunned, and then said "Mmm".

In this "um", there is a not so obvious hoarse cry.

After a while, Ji Shen received a friend request.

It was from Zhou Baiyan.

Ji Shen discovered that the English nickname of Zhou Baiyan's social account is the pioneering work of a cyberpunk science fiction novel written by Frank Poulsen.

He raised his eyebrows: "You also like Frank's work?"

"Hey, capitalists also read science fiction literature?" Zhou Baiyan felt the sun come out from the west.

Ji Shen: "Can't you watch it? Speaking of it, I always think that the 'Sandland Trilogy' is Frank's pinnacle work, but it's a pity—"

"It's a pity that those evil readers and the media couldn't understand it, saying that he was at the end of his talents. Obviously this is a work that can be a god, especially the plot of Sha Yanxing..."

For the first time, the two were like friends, communicating around their hobbies, and they stopped talking.