Quick Wear: The Villain's Beloved

The night wind rustled the leaves, casting mottled shadows of the trees in the flickering light. The windows of the room were not closed, and the wind blew in through the window gaps, bringing a slight coolness.

"Lan Qian, don't you want to take a break? We don't know when Hao Jing and the others will arrive, so let's take a break and conserve our energy."

Ning Xinhan said.

Although she didn't know what the old man's specific purpose was, she could try her best not to hold him back.

"I am not sleepy."

Lan Qian stood quietly by the window, looking with indifferent eyes at the black-clad bodyguards guarding outside the villa. There was no wave in her eyes.

"Then I'll take a break."

Ning Xinhan said this and went to bed to rest.

She was indeed sleepy. She had gotten up early this morning and had not rested at noon. Adding to the fear of being kidnapped, she fell asleep in a short while after she was sure there was no danger for the time being.

The room was very quiet. Lan Qian calmly glanced at the black-clad bodyguard outside the window again, then slowly walked to the door.

The door of the room slowly opened.

There were two bodyguards in black guarding the door. When they saw her coming out, they were surprised and stunned for a moment. One of them said:

"Miss Lan, you..."

Before he could finish his words, the two bodyguards suddenly fainted on the ground for some unknown reason.

Lan Qian lowered her eyes and glanced at them calmly, her delicate face showing no ripples. She walked slowly, past the two of them, and headed towards the stairs.

As she walked silently, the lights in the corridor went out one by one. After a while, the whole corridor became dim and dark. Only faint blue-white light could be seen wrapped around the slender white fingers, and the light blue ring on the knuckles was faintly visible.

[Host, I have found out that the gun ammunition warehouse is in the villa on the left.]

The little dumpling's voice appeared in my mind.

Long before, it was ordered to check the layout of the entire manor.

"Ah."

Lan Qian responded calmly.

In the hall of the villa, the old man called Mr. Wu was still sitting leisurely on the sofa, and his subordinates beside him bowed respectfully: "Mr. Wu, we are ready, just waiting for them to come."

Mr. Wu leaned back on the sofa and said slowly:

"very good."

"How are the two girls upstairs?"

"Don't worry," the servant was very respectful, afraid of saying something wrong and making the old man unhappy, "They are not noisy or noisy, but quiet. There are people guarding the door, so nothing will go wrong."

[Host, they have set up an ambush to deal with the master. ]

It has found out how many people are lying in ambush in the manor. They are trying to force the master to death!

"Ambush?"

Lan Qian whispered softly, her delicate eyebrows slightly raised.

"Then go and deal with them first."

She did not go out from the hall, but took a few steps back to the corridor, opened the door of a room next to her and went in. Looking down from the window, she saw seven or eight bodyguards in black guarding the villa.

They stood solemnly and alertly, each facing the direction outside the manor, ready for battle.

Lan Qian took a quick glance and then looked away.

The slender white fingers gently rested on the edge of the windowsill, clasping them intermittently. The light blue rings on the knuckles looked delicate and mysterious.

Below the villa, the bodyguards in black were staring intently at the outside of the manor. Suddenly, a bodyguard facing a room felt a gust of wind blowing from behind him. He looked back in surprise.

Everything was normal afterwards, nothing was discovered.

It looks like there's a change in wind direction tonight.