Let’s Lose A Billion Today First

Chu Zheng went up to the second floor and was guarded by someone at intervals.

Uncle Bai opened the door of a room and gestured to please.

Chu Zheng stepped into the room.

A faint blood drifted over.

Chu Zheng glanced at the room.

There was only one person sitting on the sofa.

The man looked lazy, like an expensive and elegant cat.

Holding a string of Buddhist beads in his hand, his white fingertips were slowly tapping.

Two people stood behind him, and three others were standing in the room.

The man raised his hand, and the people in the room went out with Uncle Bai.

The door closed with a ‘click’.

Embers supported his chin, and asked lazily, "Miss Song, how did you find this place so late?"

Chu Zheng walked over: "What are you doing?"

Embers looked around: "Miss Song thinks what I am doing."

"You can't kill." Chu Zheng sat across from him: "Are you killing?"

There is nothing here.

Embers also looked normal.

The **** reminded her.

That must be what he is doing.

"Miss Song, why should I do something like this?" Emben smiled: "You haven't answered my question yet."

How did you find it here.

Chu Zheng's tone was cold: "You are not a relative of the emperor, what is hard to find."

The **** is looking for you, and you can find it when you go to heaven and earth.

"Miss Song shouldn't know this place." Emben leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees, and looked at Chu Zheng: "Miss Song, you have to explain to me."

"Don't I explain?"

Embers suddenly opened a book on the table and aimed his black muzzle at Chu Zheng.

The sloppy color on the man's face did not fade at all. He leaned back and raised his eyebrows slightly: "Miss Song, I am a little lonely dead here."

Faced with such a weapon, the girl opposite was not half surprised or panicked or afraid.

It seems that what he is holding is a very common thing.

The girl's lips lightly opened, and a clear voice circulated in the room: "You just said that you don't need to kill someone?"

ember:"……"

Is this the point?

Isn't the point in his hand? !

Chu Zheng's eyes calmly urged him: "You shoot."

If you dare to shoot, I will kill you!

Kill if you don't hit it!

Don't think you are a good person, I dare not!

Anyway, you can rewind!

Fearless.

"..."

Embers stared at the person in front of him, he laughed for a long while, and his gun was loosened, turned around his fingertips, and placed it on the table.

"Miss Song, I am more and more interested in you."

"Very well, hold on." Chu Zheng nodded solemnly, and the conversation turned back instantly: "Are you killing someone just now?"

"..."

Embers obviously didn't want to answer this question.

"Miss Song, I will ask Uncle Bai to take you back."

Chuzheng pondered: "You are with me."

Ember's eyes narrowed, he turned the Buddhist beads in his hand, and smiled for a long time: "Okay."

Embers got up and walked to Chu Zheng, naturally holding her shoulders, and leaning towards her ear with some ambiguity: "Go, go back."

-

Seeing the embers come out, Uncle Bai is still hugging Chuzheng intimately, with a strange expression.

But I dare not ask.

It’s better to keep aside the matter of his husband.

After getting in the car, Embers let go of her, looking thoughtfully at the scenery passing by the window.

He turned his head suddenly: "Miss Song, I'm still curious, how did you find this place?"

Chuzheng is unpredictable: "Some things are better not to be known." I can't tell anyway.

"I just want to know?"

"Then think about it." It's not that I don't say it, but I will be beeped if I do.

Embers didn't ask any more.

If someone else dared to talk to him like this, he would not know how many times he died.

However, this girl, he was not angry at all.

Upon arriving at the villa, Embers personally delivered Chuzheng to the door of the room.

When Chu Zheng turned around, Chu Zheng held him.

Embers turned back: "Miss Song can't bear me?"

Chu Zheng's fingers clasped his wrist: "I'll know when you leave the villa, you'd better not go out carrying me."

Embers froze for a moment, then laughed loosely.

He supported the door frame with one hand and leaned forward.

The two face each other, almost feeling each other's breathing.

The light is ambiguous, and the posture is also ambiguous.

Embers made a gesture to kiss Chuzheng, but Chuzheng didn't react at all, so he looked at him directly.

Finally, before he touched Chuzheng's lips, he strayed slightly and brushed Chuzheng's cheeks, and the burning breath fell on her ears.

"Miss Song, even if I don't go out, something should happen or something has to happen."

"Well, as long as you didn't do it yourself." Chuzheng's tone was cold, her hand holding Ember's wrist tightened, and she whispered a warning: "If there is really something that needs to be solved, I can help you do it, I don't allow you His hands will be **** in the future."

Embers remained in that position and didn't move for a long time.

Chuzheng let go of him and kissed him on the cheek sideways.

"good night."

Click.

The door closed.

Embers still maintained that position, his head hanging down, unable to see the look on his face.

——I can do it for you, I don’t allow your hands to get **** in the future.

Embers raised his hand and gently wiped his face.

He turned around and went upstairs as usual, opened the door, and sat on the boss chair.

"What can you do for me..."

Embers murmured.

His eyes fell on the boxes on the table, and he suddenly threw all those things into the drawer.

He held his forehead, calmed down some confusion, and called Uncle Bai in.

"Sir, need..." Uncle Bai said tentatively.

How did Miss Song find it?

Is there any other purpose?

"Uncle Bai, do you think she looks like a spy?" Emben folded his hands into fists and pressed his eyebrows.

"..."

Uncle Bai dare not say.

Without waiting for Uncle Bai to speak, Emben answered first: "Which spy dare to be so arrogant."

"..." Is it possible to do the opposite?

Emben waved his hand and motioned to Uncle Bai to go out.

"..." Why did you tell me to come in?

-

Chuzheng didn't sleep well last night. In the morning, the **** gave her a task. If the bed in the room was not strong enough, she might have been kicked and framed by now.

Chuzheng changed his clothes and went downstairs. Embers had already eaten breakfast downstairs.

An off-white knitted sweater with a slightly larger neckline, leaning to one side, revealing the shoulder and collarbone on that side.

Sunlight came in from the glass, mottled on him, and the whole person seemed to be immersed in the morning light, giving a very warm feeling.

He heard the sound and looked up, his brows and eyes were slightly bent, showing a weary and lazy smile: "Morning."

Chu Zheng went downstairs a few steps and went to the other side.

The spoon in Ember's hand was gently put, his face gradually sinking.

However, the man came back soon, holding a pair of slippers in his hand, and threw it beside him: "Put it on."

Embers' face turned from gloom to clear instantly.

He even put on the slippers obediently.

Uncle Bai looked at it from a distance, and only felt that this evening, the husband seemed to...have changed a lot.

Mister will not really fall in love, right?