The True Mistress Has A Thousand Hidden Identities

In the picture, Dongtang's quiet voice was also heard.

Yunci sat in front of the computer, listening quietly, his vision gradually blurred.

She wanted to take a look at him to see if he was fat or thin, and if there were any injuries on his body.

Invisible, even if you listen to him more, it's good.

Yunci slowly stretched out his hand and stroked the computer screen, as if he could stroke his cheek across the screen, and he could feel the warmth of his body between his fingers.

Knowing that he is safe and sound, she can rest assured.

The next day, early in the morning, Yunci turned on the computer, and the monitoring screen was really dark.

She attached the tracker to Su Mi's clothes. As long as she changed her clothes, the tracker would be useless.

Fortunately, she already knew the specific location.

At this moment, the door of the room was opened, and a servant walked in. Yun Ci instantly closed the computer, turned his head and found that it was Zhizhi who came to deliver the food today.

Zhizhi put the breakfast on the table, walked quickly to Yunci, and began to inquire about Yunci's various situations with concern.

Yunci answered briefly with a few words, only to let her not worry, and then sat down at the dining table.

Zhizhi picked up a bowl of soup, looked in the direction of the door, and said in a low voice: "They told me to stare at you to drink this bowl of soup. Why do you want to do this? Is there something wrong with this bowl of soup."

Yunci took the soup, got up and walked into the bathroom, poured all the soup into the toilet, and then walked out with an empty bowl, looking at Zhizhi who was puzzled: "Don't tell me, can you?"

Zhizhi nodded solemnly: "Don't worry, I won't say it."

Yunci was silent for a moment, slowly stretched out his hand, grabbed Zhizhi's wrist, looked at her with a pair of sincere eyes, and whispered: "Zhizhi, can I trust you?"

Zhizhi didn't understand the meaning of Yunci's words, but she also answered sincerely: "Of course, you are my friend!"

"Then can you do me a favor?" Yunci asked.

Zhizhi didn't ask what he was busy with, so he nodded and agreed: "Yes, you say."

Yunci pulled her to the window and pointed in a direction outside the window: "There are two pots buried under the locust tree over there. You help me dig them out and send them to a place."

Yunci wrote the route on the paper and stuffed it into Zhizhi's hand: "Just send it to this woods and hang the jar on the most conspicuous tree, okay?"

Zhizhi stared at the paper in his hand, barely thinking about it, and agreed simply: "Okay, I'll help you. I happen to be out shopping tomorrow."

Yun Ci firmly grasped Zhizhi's hand, lowered his head, and pleaded, "Thank you."

Zhizhi smiled and said, "I don't need to say thank you for the relationship between us. You have helped me many times in the kitchen before."

Once she made a mistake, Yunci helped her out, otherwise she would be miserable. She would always remember this kindness.

Zhizhi packed up the dishes and chopsticks, and left the room, watching the door being closed, Yun Ci slowly sat down by the bed, her eyes gloomy.

To be honest, she did not completely trust Zhizhi.

But in the current situation, she has no choice.

She can only gamble, bet her heart.

In the middle of the night, Zhizhi secretly dug up two pots buried under the locust tree. They were heavy, and she didn't know what was in it, and she didn't open it.

The next day, taking advantage of the opportunity to go shopping, Zhizhi held two jars and followed the route written on the paper. She came to the woods.