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Cheng Xi clenched the phone tightly, almost crushing it. He stared coldly at the front, his eyes were out of focus, but they burst out with a frightening coldness.

"I told you to be good." The words were almost squeezed out between the teeth.Cheng Xi closed her eyes for a moment, and then opened them again. There was no other emotion in her eyes, except for the biting coldness, there was only silence left.

Cheng Xi turned around and ran downstairs, almost sprained his ankle on the way, he ignored it, got on his bicycle and prepared to leave.

Before the feet left the ground, a boy, Xin Teng, suddenly appeared in front of the car.

Xin Teng's thick dark circles indicate that he hasn't had a good rest recently, not only recently, since the night of getting drunk at KTV last time, his sleep has never been better.

"Get out of the way." Cheng Xi's face was terribly gloomy, and his voice was cold without a trace of warmth.

Xin Teng held the railing of the car with both hands. He was dizzy and shook his head violently to try to cheer up:

"I'm here to show you this, don't worry, read it before you talk."

Xin Teng supported the railing of the car with one hand to stop him, took out his mobile phone with the other, and faced Cheng Xi.

Cheng Xi glanced at Xin Teng's phone, and there was a post saying that he was the third son.

Cheng Xi frowned slightly, thinking of the picture of Han Jin and Mu Zhiyuan together, he faintly felt that something was wrong, Han Jin would not go to Mu Zhiyuan for no reason, for some reason, Cheng Xi stretched out his hand and pinched Xin Teng's wrist, followed The other party's complexion changed suddenly and he kept shouting "pain, pain, pain", and the obstacle on the railing of the car was no longer there.

Cheng Xi glanced coldly at Xin Teng, who was thrown aside by him, and ran towards a certain direction on his bicycle. Behind him, was Xin Teng shouting at the top of his throat:

"It's Young Master Han, this post was sent by Young Master Han."

Cheng Xi, who thought she would stop when she heard these words, quickly disappeared into the cold gray night without even looking at him.

Xin Teng was stunned on the spot in surprise, and it took him a long time to react, so he quickly took out his mobile phone and dialed Song Lian.

……

At the same time, in the villa of Mu Zhiyuan's family.

It is clearly an ambiguous and charming picture of a secret love confession, but there is no beauty at all. Instead, Han Jin has a suffocated expression on his face, as if something is stuck in his throat, unable to swallow or cough.

After a while, Mu Zhiyuan walked around the dining table and approached Han Jin who was retreating step by step. During the process of retreating, Han accidentally bumped into a chair, and the chair's legs made a screeching sound on the smooth floor, which broke the inexplicable silence.

"Wait, what did you just say? No, I won't mess around with you. Tell me what's going on with the post first? Who on earth has a grudge against Cheng Xi?" Han Jin was anxious and spoke faster than usual half a beat.

"This is a bracelet made of Cheng Xi's hair? You still wear it, it seems that you really don't give up on him."

No matter what Han Jin said, Mu Zhiyuan stared fixedly at Han Jin's left wrist, and before he finished speaking, he stretched out his hand to grab it, but Han Jin dodged sideways in a daze, and at the same time spread his hands to stop loudly: "Stop—"

Han Jin was full of anger, anger and anxiety, and when his elbow was withdrawing, he accidentally touched the table. The sudden impact caused an empty bowl on the edge of the table to fly out.

"Are you sick? You care about me..."

"Kang Dang~" With a loud noise, the door was kicked open, and Yan Moxing, who was dressed in a black windbreaker full of aura, stood at the door, his heartbroken eyes fell on Mu Zhiyuan.

"Grass!" Mu Zhiyuan roared in a low voice. The memory of being intercepted last time was not good. He hurriedly reached out and tried to grab Han Jin's wrist, but the latter dodged it flexibly. Strong big hands clenched tightly.

A piercing pain hit, Mu Zhiyuan frowned, and looked back at Yan Moxing coldly.

why is it you again?

"Slightly slightly slightly slightly~" Han Jin hid behind Yan Moxing, poked his head out and stuck out his tongue towards Mu Zhiyuan, almost rolling his eyes in anger.

Five minutes later, Mu Zhiyuan was pinned tightly on the sofa by Yan Moxing, and beside him, Han Jin hit his forehead with a chopstick:

"Tell me, what's the matter with the post?"

Mu Zhiyuan frowned, although Han Jin took care of Yan Moxing and hardly used much force, but the slender silver chopsticks still hurt when he knocked on his forehead.

"Who reported it to you?" Han Jin's patience was about to run out, and it was only an hour before Cheng Xi left the counseling center, so he didn't have much time to spend with Mu Zhiyuan.

"do not know."

"I don't know? That's not what you said when you asked me to come here." Han Jin angrily knocked on Mu Zhiyuan with his chopsticks, and was about to speak again when he caught a glimpse of a figure out of the corner of his eye and was immediately shocked.

The room fell silent instantly, and everyone looked at the door in unison, only to see Cheng Xi in a black windbreaker standing there, like an emotionless sculpture standing in the cold wind.

His complexion was pale, without blood, his deep black eyes were full of muddy light, his right hand was pulling the strap of the schoolbag on his back, and his naturally hanging left hand was holding a straight mobile phone for the elderly. The screen on it brightened for a while and then dimmed.

"Cheng Xi." Han Jin's heartbeat stopped suddenly, and he came to the door in a panic.Carefully took Cheng Xi's right hand:

"Why are you here?" The voice was soft and soft, as if he was afraid that Cheng Xi would be upset if he spoke louder.

Han Jin's hands were very warm, while Cheng Xi's hands had just been baptized by the cold wind and were so unbearably cold. The combination of warmth and heat made his depressed mood seem to be much brighter.

In particular, Han Jin seemed to be a little better than usual.

The two beads on the wrist collided, making a crisp low sound, which was especially clear in the quiet hall of the villa.

Mu Zhiyuan's expression changed suddenly the moment Cheng Xi appeared. He didn't expect Cheng Xi to come so fast. The most important thing... He glanced coldly at Yan Moxing who was restraining him, and the chopsticks in Han Jin's hand—this is so similar to him. What Cheng Xi saw was completely different! ! !

"I'm not good early, didn't I tell you to wait for me?" Cheng Xi turned her head closer to Han Jin, and her cold voice drifted into his ears, with a little obvious anger.

"I..." Han Jin opened his mouth to explain, Cheng Xi raised his left hand and touched the top of his head, then let go of Han Jin's left hand, raised his right hand and pinched his neck.

Han Jin could not help shivering as his cold fingers pressed against his hot neck with cold beads.

Five minutes later, Han Jin and Yan Moxing stood in the courtyard illuminated by warm orange lights and looked at each other.

Obviously he was the one who came first, why did Cheng Xi obediently obediently say "go out and wait for me"?

Han Jin, who had come to his senses at this moment, stared worriedly at the closed door, but it was difficult to rush in.

The last time Mu Zhiyuan pinched Cheng Xi's neck came to mind, Han Jin's scalp was numb, afraid that Mu Zhiyuan would hurt Cheng Xi again.

No!

"I'm not good early, didn't I tell you to wait for me?" The foot that had just been raised, slowly fell when thinking of this sentence.

Different from the anxiety outside the door, the atmosphere in the hall of the villa was quiet and eerie.

Cheng Xi didn't question Mu Zhiyuan immediately, he let the master who had his hands and feet bound stare at him closely, he took a leisurely look around, thought for a moment, and walked towards the window sill diagonally opposite to the restaurant.

There were two flowers blooming there in the cold winter season. Mu Zhiyuan was originally very calm, as long as he kept silent, Cheng Xi and Han Jin would have nothing to do with him, but when Cheng Xi walked to the window sill, his Heart began to tense up.

Not long after, Cheng Xi took out a miniature camera from one of the pots of green plants, Mu Zhiyuan was dumbfounded, his tense body instantly collapsed.

"How do you know?" Mu Zhiyuan's expression was in disbelief.

"Camera angle."

It's not impossible for someone else to secretly take pictures and send them to him, but... Presumably Mu Zhiyuan's true face is not willing to be known easily.Therefore, Cheng Xi guessed that the photo might be taken automatically, uploaded to a device, and sent regularly.

Whether the latter speculation is true is unclear, but the tiny camera was indeed found.

"Mr. Mu, who sent the post?" Cheng Xi approached step by step, his tone was devoid of any emotion, not even angry, like a reading machine without emotion, only the growing coldness around him showed his The mood is good or bad.

"If you have the ability to find this, go and check it yourself." Mu Zhiyuan sneered, making up his mind to kill him.

"Okay." Cheng Xi smiled suddenly, without saying anything, turned around and walked towards the door.

The moment Cheng Xi opened the door, Han Jin jumped up, looked up, down, left, and right, and after confirming that he was all right, he patted his chest and let out a slow breath. He grabbed Cheng Xi's hand with both hands, and asked anxiously:

"Are you alright?"

Cheng Xi didn't say anything, just spread out his palms, revealing a small black camera.

Han Jin watched in shock, and when he learned what Mu Zhiyuan had done, he was so angry that he wanted to rush in and beat Mu Zhiyuan up.

Cheng Xi reached out to stop Han Jin, looked down at his feet, with an aggrieved expression:

"My foot hurts. I was too anxious to come here just now, so I accidentally touched it."

"Where did you touch it? Why didn't you say it earlier?" Han Jin quickly put his arm around Cheng Xi's waist with one hand, put his arm on his shoulder with the other, and said hurriedly:

"Go, go to the van, and I'll take a look for you."

"Okay." Cheng Xi's voice was low and cool, and the hand on Han Jin's shoulder tightly held his arm.

Yan Moxing walked into the living room of Mu Zhiyuan's house when Han Jin and the two were walking towards the van.

In the living room, Mu Zhiyuan was lying limp on the sofa. He was not injured, but his face looked unlovable. For a moment, he thought of something, and the corner of Mu Zhiyuan's mouth curled into an evil smile:

"I won't let you two get what you want."

Yan Moxing was already suffocating in his heart, but he couldn't hold on anymore when he heard this, so he raised his feet and walked in front of Mu Zhiyuan, facing the astonished look of the other party, he kissed without hesitation.

Mu Zhiyuan's eyes widened, the warm and cool touch on his lips was very real, he realized what had happened in just a second, he turned his head hastily, but Yan Mo's behavior was not as he wished, so he held his cheeks with both hands to prevent him from moving .

Mu Zhiyuan's hands and feet were fixed on the sofa and he couldn't move. He was so anxious that he pressed his mouth hard, and a bloody smell came out.

"Hiss~" Yan Moxing let go of Mu Zhiyuan with a pain in his lips.

"Are you fucking sick? Why are you kissing me?" Mu Zhiyuan glared angrily.

"You're fucking sick. The little boss is so good, why are you targeting them?" Yan Moxing's chest heaved unsteadily.

Mu Zhiyuan: "?"

"Aren't you a fucking bodyguard? Who do you care about? Do you care about... um..."

Yan Moxing, you fucking bastard! ! !