Hidden Assassin

"I want to...move out..."

The news broadcast of CCTV is currently broadcasting on the TV. Rusha sits on a corner of the sofa with a pillow in her arms and whispers, her eyes move tentatively over Jiaming and Lingjing, the voice is mixed with the sound of the TV, making it a bit noisy , Lingjing was picking up a lost headband on the ground beside her, when she turned around and said, "What?" Jia Ming heard it clearly, and immediately fixed her sights.

"I think..." Shasha hesitated for a long time under Jiaming's gaze, and finally took a deep breath, "I want to move out for a while, there are a lot of things going on in the Shazhu Gang now, and sometimes I come back late, I When Dad lived there before, he also had his room, I think it would be more convenient..."

Not wanting to give the two of them too much time to think about it, she quickly continued as soon as she opened her mouth. Lingjing stood there and looked at her. Before she could finish speaking, she turned around and walked into the room: "I'm taking a shower." See I came here to get clothes.

"Uh... I..."

The conversation was interrupted just like that, and Sha Sha, who had finally plucked up the courage, slumped her shoulders, and looked at Jia Ming who didn't know what to say. Jia Ming always treated them with a doting attitude, but Knowing that the matter was of great importance this time, she lowered her head with some guilt in her heart, then looked at Jia Ming again, and pursed her lips tightly. At this time, there was a soft "wow" in the bedroom, and something like clothes fell to the ground.

Jiaming stood up and walked to the door of the room. As far as he could see, the clothes that had been neatly folded in the wardrobe were scattered all over the floor. The girl was wearing woolen underwear with colored stripes. The weather has not completely warmed up, and the white wool socks are still on the feet. He just leaned against the bed and sat on the ground among the scattered clothes. His slender left leg was stretched out, and his right leg was curled up beside him. He shook his head in confusion, Then he looked at Jiaming who looked up at the door for a moment, with tears in his eyes.

At this time, Shasha also ran in, she turned her head away, and wiped her eyes with her sleeve calmly.

The atmosphere cooled down like this, Rusha looked a little hesitant, and took a few steps forward. She probably wanted to hug Lingjing, but in the end she squatted down and silently picked up the scattered clothes on the ground, and Lingjing wiped her eyes with her sleeves. Finally resting his forehead on his knees, he let out a choked sound.

"Lingjing, I'm sorry, but I..."

Putting the clothes in her hands on the bed, Shasha went to hug Lingjing, but she shook her body and struggled away.

"Liu Huaisha, do you think I'm hindering you?"

"No...but me, but I...I can't help it..."

The two girls hugged each other in the room, Jiaming's forehead moved, and his headache came back again. Originally, at this time, he should go up and hug the two of them to persuade them to calm down. However, there is no language in my mind that can be used to comfort people. He took two steps in the living room, propped one hand on the wall, felt the pain in his head, then walked towards the sofa, and when he was about to sit down, he turned to the coffee table in the corner, poured a glass of water, and sent He put his mouth down again, listening to the crying female voice in the bedroom, mixed with the sound of the TV at night.

"Are you really not going to study anymore? Not going to college? Is it so interesting to be the eldest sister of the underworld? If you... If you encounter the same thing as Uncle Liu, what will Jiaming and I do?"

"But... I really don't know what to do..."

"Don't you like volleyball? Didn't you say last year that you can be a fashion designer? There are many things you can do. It's not good to be in the underworld, you know..."

"I play volleyball, but I don't like being an athlete and playing for many years. The designer is just joking..."

"We are still high school students, so we can't join the underworld, even after you finish college...you can make this kind of decision after you finish college, then you will understand..."

"But the Sand Bamboo Gang is busy now. Recently, several gangs are coming in. They negotiated with someone again tonight, and I pushed them away, but they can't..."

"I hate you as a girl who always negotiates and negotiates. You think I'm wrong. I shouldn't care about you. I treat you as, I treat you as... I don't want you to have an accident..."

As Lingjing talked, she began to cry again. Jiaming walked around the living room for a few times, and finally realized that he didn't know what he was going to do. He opened the door and walked out, riding his bicycle to Yahan's villa. , A phone call was made to Xiaomeng on the way.

"Hey, Brother Meng, what kind of people are you talking about negotiating tonight... Another small gang from Xinning? It's okay... I'm just asking, the Sand Bamboo Gang's attitude of not allowing drug trafficking is already so firm, There are still people who talk about it, just find it strange... It's not the United Nations, the triads are always negotiating to solve problems now... Hehe, I see, I can help you find another information, it is the boss of the Xinning Gang, I remember his name is Zhao Zhenhai , Didn’t I check the information of his family before... I didn’t read it, you check the address of his home, and the people who are close to you also check... Well, the kind that does not marry close relatives within the three clans... It’s nothing, I’m in a bad mood It's great to go for a drive, maybe visit his cousin in Xinning... Ha, just kidding, waiting for your information..."

When the night wind blew, he hung up the phone and muttered to himself, "Auntie... If you want to visit, I will definitely visit his whole family..."

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The street lights extended, he bypassed the square in front of the Sacred Heart College, and soon arrived at the villa area, the villa where Yahan lived was brightly lit at this time, and there were two small cars parked in front of the villa, it seemed that someone came to the door During the visits, she and her father gradually reconciled over the past year and got in touch with some family affairs, and similar visitors gradually increased.

Normally, when entering the door, one would just take out the key and open it directly. This time, of course, it was impossible. After Jiaming parked his bicycle and went to ring the doorbell, he could faintly hear the heated discussions inside. After a while, Yahan, who was still wearing a white professional suit, came over and opened the door. Seeing him, she smiled and pouted inside, signaling for a guest: "Come in."

"Hello, Teacher Yahan."

He said something loudly before he entered the room, and saw a total of seven men and women in the living room, all of them were looking at this side, and two of them, Jiaming, still had the impression that they were all relatives of Yahan, and they didn't know what they were discussing , a tall young man wearing square-rimmed glasses walked closer and said, "Yahan, is this your student?" It seemed quite intimate. .

"Ah." Yahan waved his hand lightly, "Talk first, I have something to say to him." Turning around, he took Jiaming to the study beside him.

As soon as the door was closed, the professional indifference on Yahan's face turned into a smile, she put her arms around Jiaming's neck, kissed her before softly saying: "Some messy things, I will send them away first, you are here Wait here."

"No need, I'm going to leave soon..."

"Well, don't." Putting her arms around his neck, Yahan's body was as soft as if she was tired of being in his arms, she raised her head and her lips curled up, "It's really not a big deal for you to come here once. , I sent them away."

"I really have something to do. I mainly want to borrow your car for a drive."

"Where are you going?" Yahan straightened up from her limp state, showing curious eyes.

"Uh, that... By the way, who is the man with glasses who asked knowingly? He seems to be deliberately trying to attract your attention. Do you want me to beat him up?"

"Tch, people with no difference in status, can you fight so many people?" Yahan gave him a white look, "Don't talk about him, where are you going? Are Lingjing and Shasha going too?"

"Actually... Heh, Shasha and Lingjing had another conflict. She wanted to move out, because Lingjing always said that she came back too late and ran out at night. My mind is messed up now, and I want to go out for a drive to sober up. one time……"

Listening to Jiaming's words, Yahan rolled her eyes a few times and frowned: "It's not that Shasha wants to break up with you."

"No, she didn't say that."

"Then..." The corner of Yahan's mouth gradually curved into a smile, "Can I take pleasure in my misfortune when there are no outsiders?"

Jiaming sighed: "A night of fun is enough." When she reached out to pinch the bridge of her nose, she did not hide, and a bright smile appeared on her beautiful face. After a while, she said: "Then You wait, I'll get rid of them right away, and then go out with you to play!"

"Wait, wait." Seeing that she was a little excited, Jia Ming quickly grabbed her, "I'm not going out to play."

"Um?"

"Maybe... there will be some blood."

Yahan was stunned for a moment, and then she came to her senses, the smile on her face disappeared, and she nodded after a while: "The key is in the bag, I'll go out and get it to you."

Opening the door, the sound of high-heeled shoes gradually went away in the corridor. After a while, it gradually sounded again. Yahan returned to the study and handed him the key: "Be careful."

"You know." Jiaming shook the key with a smile, and when he was about to open the door, he heard Yahan whispering beside him: "Hey, I'm not narrow-minded or gloating, Lingjing and Rusha are the best Girl, it's wrong for me to be with you without telling them, you can't treat them badly."

She paused slightly, then laughed softly: "Also... I'll wait for you tonight..."

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