A Different Husband Every Day

The breeze is refreshing, and the night is boundless.

Ziyuan, the richest place in Shanghai, can live here either rich or expensive.

This place is also known to have a first-class security team. All the security personnel are retired special elites. They are hired by high salaries. They are all vigilant and excellent.

A black shadow, like the projection of the leaves in the night wind, quickly and quickly escaped a team of security guards on duty at night, and quietly sneaked into one of the extremely luxurious villas.

The surveillance around the villa is very intensive. As long as someone is on duty in the surveillance room, it is almost impossible to escape all surveillance and sneak in. Xu Yimo's lips raised slightly, and his deep eyes fell on a car parked in the yard.

Observing the monitor and the position of the car, he decisively avoided the monitor and jumped to the front, retracting under the car from the other side.

After a while tossing below, he came out, knocked his fist on the body, and the alarm did not respond at all.

Strongly damaged the sealing strip of the car window, and I don't know where it was transformed into a long and thin steel wire, along the gap of the sealing strip, easily slipped onto the door bolt, and pulled up slightly to open the door.

After some operation, he moved smoothly. He got into the car and fiddled for a while. When he came out, he opened the fuel tank cap and a sharp knife tip popped in.

The babbling voice was very harsh in the quiet late night, but Xu Yimo didn't mean to hide it at all, and soon drops of car oil dripped down.

He stood up, walked around the car, facing the monitor, leaning against the car.

The door closed with a knock, and the alarm bell rang again.

The whistling sound was particularly harsh at night. All of a sudden the lights of the whole building were on, and a group of people rushed out.

Under the night, one was wearing a mask, covering most of his face. Except for his eyes, only the **** lips remained outside, with a smile on the corners of the lips.

"Who are you? You are a crime to break into a private house." A middle-aged man over forty years old stepped forward, his eyes scrutinizing sharply but on guard.

It was Xu Yimo's hands on the car, as if standing here and watching the moon in an idle posture, which made them feel extremely strange.

"Criminal?" Xu Yimo raised his tone. "You Yan family are qualified to say these two words to others?"

The middle-aged man's expression sank: "Which way is your excellency?"

Xu Yimo's eyes were a little lazy: "You are not qualified to talk to me, let Yan Shen come out to see me."

"What a big tone!" The middle-aged man's eyes flashed fiercely, and he raised his hand and waved, "Grab him..."

"Hold on." A low voice, a male voice that couldn't be described as charming.

The people surrounding Xu Yimo separated automatically, and Xu Yimo raised his eyes and faced Yan Shen, who was wearing a light gray nightgown.

Yan Shen's clean and sharp head emphasized his resolute and handsome face. The eyebrows were dense like a sword and the sharpness was hidden. The hooked nose made his already fierce and falcon-like eyes even more murderous. , Often he just stood up, it was unconsciously fearful, the powerful aura seemed to be able to feel a trace of inexplicable blood in the dark night.

"Who I thought it was." Yan Shen narrowed his sharp eyes slightly, and the corners of his lips also provoked an arc of unknown meaning.