Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

It's already autumn.

The wind at night is cold and cool, blowing on people's bodies, making people can't help but shrink their exposed necks.

On the roadside, fallen leaves rustled down, and the golden leaves fell on the lawn. They seemed to be stained with the coolness of autumn, and the dew was crystal clear.

Jiang Wenxue stood outside Mu Lin's apartment and called He Yan.

On the phone, He Yan seemed to have just finished a meeting and was a little tired.

So when he answered the call, he was leaning on his office chair, pressing his eyebrows, closing his eyes and relaxing.

The noble and noble face is cold and inhumane.

There was even a hint of impatience.

He put the phone to his ear and spoke calmly, hiding a bit of weariness.

"mom."

On the phone, He's mother's voice sounded tentative: "Son, Mom wants to ask you a question."

"You say."

".I have news about Yun Si, do you want to hear it?"

The man suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes gloomy, like a sleeping leopard, with a dark edge.

There was silence.

But soon, he lowered his eyelids and looked extremely calm: "What's the news?"

Mother He said: "A friend of Yun Si said that she will be back soon, but he did not disclose the specific situation to me."

"But if you want to know the news about Yun Si, come to the door in person at ten o'clock tomorrow night."

On the phone, the man did not speak immediately.

He lowered his eyelids and held the phone slightly with his long fingers. His calm brows were like a pool of stagnant water. Still no response.

He sat up slowly. Under the light, his stiff right fingers trembled slightly, slightly uncontrollably.

The voice on the phone seemed to disappear and he could hear nothing.

Everything was silent, and the only words that seemed to echo in my ears were - Yun Si, she will be back soon.

His fingers kept trembling, and his dark eyes swept across the desk, as if he was looking for something.

His stiff and trembling hand randomly grabbed a pen. He lowered his head to block his expression, and his voice was terrifyingly calm.

"At ten o'clock tomorrow night, where is the address?"

Mother He immediately told her the address.

She asked: "Are you coming?"

He didn't answer and hung up the phone.

The hand that was shaking too much tore off the paper with the address.

Even the handwriting is no longer as neat and neat as before.

His expression was calm, as if he didn't notice anything unusual about his fingers.

Fold the paper, hold it in the palm of your hand, then stand up and leave the office directly.

His back was steady, but his steps seemed a bit awkward.

Awakened by the doorbell in the middle of the night, Mu Lin walked out of the bedroom with a bird's nest head on his head, dark eyes, yawning and a floating body.

He closed his eyes and murmured: "Unless it's an emergency that threatens someone's life, I'll see who dares to disturb the God of Death in his sleep."

He was in a daze and opened the door without even looking at the peephole.

Outside the door, an aristocratic man wearing a cold weather and a somewhat unstable breath stood there, his eyes almost darkened to the extreme.

He seemed to have come here late at night, his long and thin fingers blocking the door frame, his lips tightened and his voice hoarse.

"Where's Yun Si? She's back, right?"

There was a faint tremor in his voice, as if he could no longer hold on.

His emotions seemed to have reached their limit and his endurance reached its limit.

He restrained himself tightly, and even the coldness of the weather and dew on his body seemed unable to block the vulnerability in his eyes.

The bloodshot eyes were visible one by one, and his eyes seemed to be red, and he was even willing to kneel down for him.