Women dressed as men: My executive officer is so handsome

"..."

"Do you think I want to come?"

The young man uttered the words, and the moonlight softened his figure.

If he didn't have to ensure that the fact that Liaoye Yixian was Liao Ye would not be exposed in the future, and if he didn't have to take the opportunity to improve his favorability, he wouldn't bother to go through so much trouble.

Killers also get tired...

He wasn't tired though.

"You don't have to come if you don't want to..."

Sheng Zhimo muttered softly, but this sentence was clearly heard by Wang Zi.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, then took a step forward, jumped off the fence, and returned to the balcony.

Sheng Zhimo watched the young man approaching him. In the dim light, his pair of beautiful eyes were free of any impurities, and his somewhat panicked appearance was reflected in the darkness.

[Ding——Sheng Zhimo’s favorability is 60%!]

"what……"

He took a step back, somewhat wary.

I saw the slender white right hand of the person in front of me slowly raised up...

Suddenly, Sheng Zhimo recalled the time he was hit by a bolt of lightning last night.

He quickly covered his left shoulder and neck that was facing Wang Zi's right hand with both hands, "Stop! Don't hit me!"

"I will keep my mouth shut about you looking for something again and won't tell my father."

"Besides, as long as you tell me your things, I can help you find them..."

He saw the young man pause, and then continued:

"Stop hitting me...it really hurts..."

Even more terrible than a stiff neck!

After hearing what he said, Wang Zi gave up the idea of ​​knocking him out.

He took a step forward and stared at Sheng Zhimo closely.

It was the first time that he looked the boy face to face. For some reason, Sheng Zhimo's heart began to beat wildly.

[Ding——Sheng Zhimo’s favorability is 65%!]

[Ding——Sheng Zhimo’s favorability is 70%!]

[Ding——Sheng Zhimo’s favorability is 75%!]

This trick is really effective.

Sheng Zhimo heard the young man's low and pleasant laughter.

His voice seemed to carry a kind of enchanting magic.

Then, he asked in a cold and indifferent voice:

"You, what is your relationship with that person in the quiet room?"

The boy asked seriously, but Sheng Zhimo couldn't understand the look in his eyes.

He began to think back to the quiet room, and then remembered what Jiang Wan had said this morning.

……

"The master of the family asked me to stay in the quiet room for four days. I can't be with the young master during these days."

……

Sheng Zhimo suddenly realized, "Jiang Wan..."

"What relationship do I have with her? Isn't she the killer responsible for protecting me..."

His words were frank and free of any personal feelings.

Wang Zi finally understood...

At this stage, the love story between Sheng Zhimo and Jiang Wan has not even begun.

No wonder these two people’s favorability towards him is increasing rapidly.

Sheng Zhimo rarely saw Wang Zi lost in thought, and he suddenly felt a little puzzled.

"Why...why are you asking this?"

He can't possibly think that there's something going on between him and Jiang Wan, right?

"Jiang Wan just came to my house last month. Although she is pretty, she has a cold face all day long and speaks in a very old-fashioned way..."

For some reason, Sheng Zhimo started to explain.

His cheeks flushed slightly, but it was invisible in the night.

"I do not like……"

Nothing at all happened. Now Sheng Zhimo is not the Sheng Zhimo who cannot distinguish between right and wrong in the script, and Jiang Wan is not the cold-blooded and competitive Jiang Wan.

Sheng Zhimo doesn't like her.

Jiang Wan doesn't like him.

This is really...

"Oh."

Wang Zi straightened up and replied to Sheng Zhimo, who suddenly seemed a little shy.

Seeing that the young man was still cold and indifferent, and was very frugal with his words, Sheng Zhimo pursed his lips and remained silent for a while.

"...Do you really not need me to help you find it..."

Seeing that he was still persistent, Wang Zi stared at him for a while and said, "Let's talk about it later."

If as he expected, if nothing happened, then that thing... when would it appear?

He couldn't guess it either.