Don't make trouble!The villain can't be this cute

Although Song An'an is not considered to be a national beauty, at least people all over the street glanced at her and would definitely stay on her for a few seconds. In layman's terms, she just looked very pleasing to the eye.

A beauty of this level often has a lot of self-awareness - she can sit firmly on the throne of the class flower when she is young, and can compete for the place of the department flower when she grows up. The male classmates rush to help her repair the computer, and the male teachers rush to explain to her. exercise.In addition, her nerves are as thick as her thighs, and she has always been unable to tell whether others are genuine or fake. She always thinks that everyone in the world loves her, which makes her a very proud little girl.

So when Chen Man told her to break up, she confidently thought that Chen Man must have some incurable disease and had to leave her.

On the day of the breakup, Chen Man saw that she was not crying or fussing, looking at her very quietly and affectionately without saying a word, she was totally different from the usual arrogant princess.For a moment, Chen Man thought that Song Anan was in a hurry when she went out, and she lost her mind at home and didn't bring it out.Then she repeated it a little louder: "An'an! I'm going to break up with you!"

Song Anan was very calm at the time, frowned deeply, looked at Chen Man, and asked, "What disease do you have?"

Chen Man was taken aback by her question, and it took her a long time to figure it out. She sighed, and replied hoarsely, "advanced brain damage."

Song Anan pursed her lips with anxiety, and after a long pause, she asked in a low voice: "Do you want to have an operation? Do you want to cut off your brain? It's okay, we can still be together."

When Chen Man heard this, she couldn't hold back her face, and said with a wry smile: "It's true that I have to cut my brains to be able to bear you—" She paused for a moment, then recovered her serious face, with unconcealable sadness in her eyes, and her tone of voice But extremely calm, she said: "An'an, I'm sorry, I don't love you anymore, I can't bear it anymore, let's break up."

Song An'an was shocked at the time. She always felt that between herself and Chen Man, the only one who was qualified to mention the word breakup was Song An'an.

Never thought that Chen Man would be willing to take the initiative to let go of her hand, so that Song Anan's self-esteem aroused her subconsciousness before love, so she clenched her fist tightly and said calmly: "You are really sorry for me, You just broke up with me now, do you know how long I have been waiting for this day?"

Halfway through saying this, all the memories about the two of them flooded up in Song An'an's heart, making him feel uncomfortable.Her nose was too sore, so her voice became high-pitched in the second half of the sentence, which made it uncomfortable to listen to.

After saying this, Song Anan was not reconciled and wanted to speak harshly, but she couldn't hold back the tears in her eyes until her neck was red, she hurriedly raised her arms to wipe away the tears, and said stiffly: "Mrs. Big! The sand is blowing into my eyes!"

Chen Man frowned and looked at her quietly. It wasn't that she didn't feel pain in her heart, but she had exhausted all her strength in making this determination, and she couldn't turn her head anymore. She took a deep breath and said softly: " Don't be sad."

Song An'an became even more sad when she heard this, her tears almost splashed onto Chen Man's face, she gritted her teeth and shouted: "Fuck/Your mother! Why is the wind so strong!" Then she turned around and walked all the way Run away, like running for your life.

She didn't want her roommates to see her appearance like this, so she had to hide in the alley, planning to go back to the dormitory after crying enough, but she cried intermittently until dark.

Under the radiance of city lights, the slightly red moonlight reflected on the pond on the side of the road, reflecting pieces of palpitating, icy light.

The night was as cold as water, Song An'an was crying and belching, staring at the alley in a daze.

She unconsciously bit her nails, her ten fingers were almost bald, and she almost gnawed on her feet.She had a bad habit of biting her nails when she was sad since she was a child, and she didn't know until today that this habit has not been cured.

After a long time, she didn't even hiccup, and just sat in the corner of the alley in a daze.I didn't know how long I stayed there, two people suddenly came to the end of the alley, and they didn't stop until they walked under the streetlight more than ten meters away from Song An'an.

Song Anan sat at the corner in the dark and stared blankly at the two men, not feeling afraid in the middle of the night.One of the men in a brown sweater took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and handed one to the middle-aged man beside him.

The middle-aged man in a neat suit took the cigarette, smiled dryly, and said something while raising his hand, and put his fingertips in front of the cigarette held by the man in the sweater, and snapped his fingers.

With a crisp sound of "pop", Song An'an saw a thin flame rising from his fingertips, floating slightly in the void, and lighting the sweater man's cigarette!

Song An'an said nothing else, her eyesight was surprisingly good, she could clearly see that the man in the suit didn't have a lighter in his hand, and he just held up an index finger, the flame was floating in the air, only [-] meters away from his fingertips. One or two centimeters away.

Song An'an was stunned by this unimaginable scene, she stared at them with her mouth half open.Before she recovered, she saw the man in the sweater suddenly glance at her direction alertly, and then growled: "There is someone!"

Song Anan's heart skipped a beat, and he was so frightened that he wanted to get up and run away, but an even more shocking scene happened—the sweater man suddenly raised his arms and swung vigorously, the sound of breaking through the air passed by, and the two men stood in front of Song Anan's eyes instantly. Disappeared!

All this happened in the blink of an eye, Song An'an didn't think about it, but suddenly felt a sore wrist, as if being tightly clasped by a pair of hands.

She couldn't see anyone, but could only hear the voice of the man in the suit not far away: "She saw everything just now."

Without waiting for the man in the sweater to reply, Song An'an's survival instinct forced Song Anan to yell, "No! I'm blind! I didn't see anything!" She paused with bloodshot brain and added: "And I'm still dumb! No way! Speak out!" After speaking, Song Anan immediately felt two contemptuous eyes sweeping towards her.

After a moment of silence, the voice of the man in the suit rang in his ears: "Take it back and let the organization handle it."

Song Anan heard a deep "hmm." After that, his eyes went dark and he didn't know anything.

When she regained consciousness, Song Anan hurriedly opened her eyes and found herself slumped on a chair beside the long oval table in the conference hall.There were seven or eight people sitting opposite, arguing about something fiercely.Some of them noticed that she was awake, but they ignored her, pushed their glasses and continued to participate in the conversation.

Song An'an was relieved by this move. She subconsciously reached out to touch her pocket and found that her phone and wallet were gone.Then she raised her head and looked around helplessly—this hall is very spacious, half the size of a basketball court, and there is an automatic sensor door at the front and back. I don't know where it leads. The white decoration style is very clean and low-key. Look carefully at the materials of the tables and chairs. The carvings are extremely luxurious.

Song An'an unconsciously listened to the conversation on the other side, and they roughly expressed two points of view: one party thought that her memory should be erased and sent her back intact, and some people retorted that this was simply a cover-up, which made it easier to attract suspicion; Imprisoning her permanently, and creating the illusion of /accidental death, some people retort that this is too inhumane.

Song An'an couldn't tell what was going on in his heart, maybe his nerves became thicker after being too shocked, and he just heard "Human Way" instead of "Ghost Way", which shows that things may not be as scary as imagined.

But after a while, a "ding" sound came from behind Song Anan. Before she had time to look back, she saw all the people sitting opposite stood up in unison, facing the direction of the door behind her respectfully. He bent down and lowered his head.

Song An'an was brought up by the solemn atmosphere and subconsciously stood up. Just as she was about to turn her head, two figures quietly passed by her right side, one behind the other.

Song Anan stared blankly at the backs of the two of them. The one walking in front was a woman in a light purple long dress. She was about in her early thirties. The material of the clothes was cut close to her body, which brought out her curvy figure. She was soon followed by her. The tall and slender girl behind her blocked her figure.

The girl behind is wearing a black shirt, she is not very old, she has medium-length straight chestnut hair, she is dressed more casually, with a thin black windbreaker, black cotton trousers, and a pair of simple and neat military boots, her legs are straight and slender, and her figure is well proportioned It's also very good, compared with the person standing bent over next to him, the whole painting style is different.

The two didn't speak to the bowed crowd, they went straight to the opposite automatic door, apparently just passing by.

"Ding" just as the notification sounded when the door was opened, the woman in purple trembled slightly, turned around suddenly in shock, and glanced around blankly, her surprised eyes finally fell on Song An'an, and then hurriedly walked around the person behind her. The girl in black wanted to walk towards Song An'an, but was blocked.

The girl in black looked down at the woman in purple and said, "What's wrong?"

Although her voice was very deep and restrained, in this empty and quiet hall, it could still be heard clearly in Song Anan's ears. It was clean and magnetic, as calm as if the leaves were blown by the breeze.From the side profile of the girl in black, her facial features are very deep and three-dimensional, the bridge of the nose and brow bones are sharpened like a knife, the thin tip of the nose and the lips and chin form a beautiful arc, and the corners of the mouth are slightly upturned, which is a natural lip shape with a smile.

The woman in purple looked at Song An'an in amazement and refused to leave, causing the girl in black to turn around suspiciously and follow the woman in purple's eyes.

From the front, it could be seen that the girl in black must be of mixed race. From this distance, she couldn't see the skin texture clearly, but she felt very fair, with very delicate facial features, and the proportions were particularly pleasing to the eye.

The woman in purple broke free from her arms, strode up to Song An'an, and asked, "Who is this?"

An older man behind him immediately replied: "Lord, this is an ordinary person. He was brought back to the headquarters because he saw our people perform their abilities. They are discussing the solution. It must be handled properly."

The woman didn't make a sound when she heard the words. She approached Song An'an and observed carefully for a while, then turned her head and said to those people: "Just leave her to me, you don't need to ask."

The group of people on the opposite side seemed a little surprised, they discussed in a low voice, and finally turned their heads to look at the girl in black who was still waiting in front of the door.The girl stood there with her arms folded, her chin slightly raised and her eyes lowered as she looked at the woman in purple, with some doubts in her eyes, she spoke again after a while, and said, "What's wrong?"

The woman in purple straightened her back and said crisply: "You don't need to worry about it, just leave her to me."

The girl in black frowned slightly, her brows arched more sharply, exuding an indescribable heroism. After a while, she took a deep breath, a little impatience flashed in her eyes, and turned around to go out alone.

Seeing that she didn't respond, the woman shouted anxiously: "Stop! Let me take her away!"

Song An'an was naturally at a loss. Right now, the purple-clothed woman called the lord seemed to have no real power. Otherwise, why were everyone waiting for the black-clothed girl to respond?Why did she take herself away?

Song Anan didn't have time to think about it, and saw that the girl in black had walked out of the back door quickly, and the woman in purple beside her screamed angrily, "Jiang Mu! I tell you to stop! Did you hear that!"