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

Just as Song An'an was about to speak out, Gu Yao on the other end of the phone grabbed the phone and shouted: "Sister!" After speaking, she hung up the phone.

Song Anan unconsciously narrowed her eyes and laughed. She knew that when Gu Yao was eager to express something to her, she would either take out the paper and pen in her pocket and write it for her, or send it to her by text message. look.

She is so anxious...

Song An'an's smile faded away at the thought of this, and his brows slowly frowned.She guessed that Gu Yao must be impatient to see Jiang Mu, which made her anxious again - she knew it was a fire pit, but she almost died with the stupid idea of ​​jumping to see it, how could she stop She Shiwei? The deep Gu Yao flies to the flame?

"Whoo-"

The phone that vibrated suddenly brought back Song Anan's thoughts, she pursed her lips tightly, hesitated for a moment before clicking on Gu Yao's text message.

The moment the content of the text message came into view, Song Anan suddenly laughed——

"Sister! Where are you! I'm going to find you! I'm at the snack bar in the old place on Yuyuan Street. Can you come to my place too? I miss you! Sister! I miss you so much!"

Only then did Song An'an realize that Gu Yao's anxiety and impatience had nothing to do with Jiang Mu.Her dependence on Song An'an is by far the thickest emotion in her life, and losing contact completely for two consecutive days is something Gu Yao can't bear.

For Gu Yao, her elder sister is water, air, the basis of life support, and the warm embrace that will never leave behind her when she suffers all kinds of humiliation.

Before she could respond, Gu Yao's eager cry popped up on the screen again—"I miss you"

Those three words were followed by a bunch of exclamation points, and I couldn't pull them to the end, as if I could see Gu Yao's eagerness to plunge into the phone and get into Song An'an's arms.

Song Anan took a deep breath, the corners of his mouth raised involuntarily, but his eyes were inexplicably red.Maybe it was because after experiencing the vigorous but unresponsive sacrifice, she could still see the silly younger sister chasing after her to warm her cold heart, which made her feel more acutely than usual. A kind of warmth connected by blood.

She took a deep breath, raised her hand to wipe away her tears, and quickly replied with her mobile phone, letting Gu Yao stay in peace, and go back to her as soon as she finished her work.

Seeing her tangled expression, the doctor on the side was a little puzzled, but it was too difficult to ask, so he packed up his things lightly and left the room.

After the door was closed, Gu Yao dialed the phone immediately, and began to perform the magical skill of seamless background sound, chattering endlessly to Gu Yao about where to play in the past two days, how many interesting things she encountered, with a lot of voice and emotion, and saliva flying all over the place.

It was as if it was true, replacing all the desperate and cruel experience with a joyful and exciting journey.Gu Yao listened cheerfully to her sister's bragging as usual, laughed so hard that she couldn't see her eyes, she was as excited as if she had experienced it herself.

In the spirit of revenge for destroying Jiang Mu's mobile phone, Song Anan told Gu Yao not to hang up even when he went out to pour water, and got up slowly to go to the kitchen.

After discovering that she was only wearing a revealing sexy pajamas, she couldn't find clothes anywhere, so she could only curse secretly, and got out of bed timidly wrapped in a blanket.

As soon as I went downstairs, I met an elderly maid who was walking out of the kitchen with refreshments. After seeing Song An'an's appearance, she couldn't help laughing and said, "Miss Song, what are you going to do? Commander Jiang is very satisfied that we will choose for you. The style of pajamas I asked you not to change for now, why did you come out wrapped in a blanket?"

Song An'an couldn't help but clenched her fists and asked through gritted teeth, "Where are my own clothes?"

The maid said apologetically, "When you were brought here, your clothes were already torn."

Song Anan was slightly taken aback, feeling that something was wrong: "Sent here?" She asked the maid suspiciously: "Didn't Jiang Mu bring me back?"

The maid hesitated for a moment, shook her head, and said frankly, "Commander Jiang came back not long after you were sent here."

Song An'an's mind turned slightly, and he was so angry that he almost had a heart attack—so he was thrown on the construction site by that bastard after he fainted, and he ordered others to pick it up.

Before dying, Song Anan still did not give up, imitating Jiang Mu's incomprehensible words, and asked the maid what she meant.

The maid didn't understand what she was talking about, so she tilted her head closer to her ear and asked, "What?"

At this time, Song An'an didn't notice that someone was pushing the door behind him, so he repeated it loudly, but saw the maid suddenly turned her head, lowered her head and bowed her body respectfully.

Song An'an was stunned for a moment and just about to ask again, a slender hand crossed her neck from behind her hair, picked up the tea prepared by the maid for Song An'an, and retracted leisurely.

Song An'an was so frightened that he turned around with a swipe, almost knocking over the cup Jiang Mu was holding.

Jiang Mu took a step back calmly, stood upright, lowered his eyes slightly, and his eyes fell on Song An'an who was wrapped in a blanket.

Song Anan was so frightened that she almost dropped the blanket, and looked up steadily—Jiang Mu was wearing a high-grade military uniform, standing tall and straight in front of her eyes, her thin lips were not so cold because of the upturned corners of her mouth, and her lips were drooping. Holding a military cap in his hand, his dark brown hair was casually drooping on his forehead. Although he was a bit unruly, he had an elegant and charming temperament.

Jiang Mu raised his hand to pour the tea, put the cup back on the tray against the side of Song Anan's face again, tilted his head slightly, looked at Song Anan with one hand in his pocket, and answered her question for the maid in a low voice: "Don't be afraid, there is I am here."

Song An'an immediately understood that Jiang Mu was explaining the meaning of that sentence, and immediately lowered his head blushing.Although Jiang Mu's hooligan who tilted his head and copied his pocket had no artistic conception in cooperating with this sentence, the meaning of this sentence was quite different from what Song Anan guessed in his dream. Although Jiang Mu's demeanor was very different from his dream, it still made her Excited.

After being intoxicated for a few seconds, Song Anan suddenly remembered that the bastard in front of him slapped his ass and left after saying "Don't be afraid, I'm here." Annihilated.

She raised her small head, which was not afraid of death, and asked Jiang Mu with a look of death: "Where are you!"

Jiang Mu lowered his head and cleared his throat, raised his hand, took off his coat and hat and handed it to the maid, signaling her to leave.Then he took a few steps back and leaned silently on the handrail of the stairs, and glanced at the blanket wrapped in Song An'an with a natural expression, as if he was a little displeased.

Song An'an stomped her little bare heels to the stairs, and asked without crying when she saw the coffin: "If you despise me, don't let others bring me back, kinda..."

"Miss Song." Jiang Mu suddenly raised her eyes and looked at Song An'an seriously, her voice was low but instantly stopped Song An'an's high-decibel noise, she frowned slightly, and said with a dignified look: "Next time I meet Xia Zitong, I will definitely Show hatred for me. Otherwise, once she is sure that you are on my side, she will murder you by any means. Please listen carefully, she has many low-level legal superpowers in her hands, and it is very easy to cause the illusion of accidental death. I can't protect you all the time."

Song An'an was stunned for a moment, then pouted and complained: "Does she still need to kill me?! Maybe one day the phone runs out of power and you will come and fall to my death!"

Jiang Mu straightened up and frowned at her. Song An'an, who was not wearing high heels, was a little short of breath due to the overwhelming oppressive feeling. up a flight of stairs, trying to get the same "conversation height".

Jiang Mu looked at her standing up the stairs suspiciously, then turned around and put his hands on the handrail of the stairs, and said to Song An'an: "When you called me to inform me that day, she had already sent someone to follow you. I went late, and the assassination plan was all arranged."

Song Anan was taken aback, not quite sure what Jiang Mu was going to say, so she asked suspiciously: "You said it as if you were here to protect me! Was the person who threw me Xia Zitong in disguise!"

Jiang Mu tilted his head slightly, and said helplessly: "With your IQ, there is no way to cooperate with the acting. I can only choose to fake the show for real. I want you to show extreme fear and hatred towards me, so that Xia Zitong The spies go back to work. Who made you so stubborn? If I don’t throw you, they will kill you sooner or later. It’s better to die in my hands than not to know how to die. At that time, you will be wronged and owed, you Say it?"

Song An'an was confused when he heard it, and felt that Jiang Mu seemed to know the special commissioner Xia Zitong. It sounded like he threw her just to protect her. Asked: "So you are too lazy to bring me back after saving me?!"

Jiang Mu looked at her helplessly: "Can you understand what I said? Someone is watching you, so I can't carry you back after the fall, right? I didn't go far, and someone pretended to pass by to take you to the hospital and get rid of you Xia Zitong's spies were sent here." She hesitated for a moment, then added: "I have been following behind."

Song An'an was silent for a long time, and gradually straightened out everything. From the very beginning, Jiang Mu tried every means to make her hate him. This would actually make Xia Zitong's organization relax their vigilance towards her. It was a disguised form of protection, but——

Song Anan asked suspiciously: "If I cooperate with Xia Zitong to betray you, wouldn't you..."

"It's enough as long as you don't talk too much to ordinary people." Jiang Mu looked disdainful in his eyes, and turned his head to the side: "Since I dare to climb to this position, I am naturally not afraid of their interference. This organization is illegal in China. This year They only found out about me, and we can only eradicate them after the limelight has passed, and now the action is so big that it is too eye-catching."

After finishing speaking, Jiang Mu turned back leisurely, and the height Song Anan chose was finally almost at eye level with her. Those blurred eyes, with a lingering gloom, fell gently into Song Anan's eyes, as if startled.

Song An'an's heart skipped a beat, and he took a step back with a blushing face, and pressed his back against the wall of the stairs. After a pause for a few seconds, he climbed two floors up against the wall like a crab.

Jiang Mu blankly looked up at the "tall" Song An'an upstairs, slowly let go of his hands and straightened up, walked around the handrail of the stairs, took a step with his long legs, and went up two floors.

The sudden approach made Song An'an's cheeks hot with nervousness, she subconsciously turned and ran upstairs, Jiang Mu behind her squinted her brows and tilted her head, and stepped on the blanket dragging behind Song An'an.

A chill hit his whole body, and the blanket fell off his hand in an instant, and fell to the ground with a clatter.Song An'an gasped, and staggered backward——

In a whirl, she fell into the embrace filled with the fragrance of heavy wood.