Ying Shao is a Girl

Hearing this, Wu Huajiang touched his beard.

"Is there any question you can't ask tomorrow? Girl, it's already very late now!"

Wu Huajiang looked serious.

"No, I just want to ask now. Grandpa, just promise me, okay?"

Wen Yunuan acted coquettishly towards Wu Huajiang.

Wu Huajiang loved Wen Yunuan very much, but he didn't dote on her.

"Okay, I answered, you have to go home, girl, don't be a cheat!"

"Yeah, okay! Whoever is a scoundrel is a puppy!" Wen Yunuan kept nodding.

"Well, girl, tell me."

"..."

-

Ying Junchu's knuckled hands were on the steering wheel, and her eyes fell on the boundless night.

Someone is following them.

She felt it from the moment she drove away from Shunhua Villa.

Someone has been spying on them.

Is Ying He able to keep his composure this time?

It's not like Ying He's style.

There may be someone else.

But it doesn't matter, she can show them whatever they want to see.

People tend to believe what they see at first sight.

Even if it is false and ethereal, it will eventually become real through word of mouth among all living beings.

The night in the suburbs is a night far away from the hustle and bustle and neon lights.

It is quiet and peaceful.

Tomorrow is when the filming of "Xia Wei" officially starts, and Ling Yiche is still reading the script seriously.

The boy's eyelids were drooped and his eyelashes were thick and slender, casting a small shadow on his fair face.

Ying Junchu asked Ling Yiche to sit in the passenger seat.

She did it on purpose.

She couldn't let those who traveled thousands of miles to take secret photos come back in vain.

"We're here." Her cold voice jumped into the young man's ears.

Only then did he look away from the black and white script.

"do not move."

Her voice was calm and cold, without a trace of ripples.

But it's like a curse.

Ling Yiche was stunned on the spot, his white hands still maintaining the same movements as when unbuckling his seat belt.

He didn't react until Ying Junchu's face kept dilating in his blue pupils.

Too, too close.

Ling Yiche's ears quickly turned crimson, her eyelids drooped, and she did not look directly at Ying Junchu.

"Chuchu...what's wrong?"

His voice was very low, and if Ying Junchu hadn't been very close to him, he might not have been able to hear it clearly.

"I'll help you." Ying Junchu said expressionlessly.

Her warm breath fell on his neck.

"Help...what can you help me with?"

There was a "click".

The seat belt was unbuckled.

"Unbuckle your seat belt." She remained expressionless.

"Um……"

A suspicious blush appeared on the young man's fair and delicate face.

When Ying Jun first entered the door, he glanced in a certain direction in the night.

A quick glance seemed to be random.

The corners of her mouth curled up into a sneer.

Turning around and closing the door, everything returned to its original quiet and peaceful state.

-

People lurking in the night took full precautions. Still dressed in black, wearing a black hat and sunglasses.

He seemed to have merged with the night, making it difficult to distinguish.

When Ying Junchu looked in his direction intentionally or unintentionally just now, it really scared him into a cold sweat.

Especially Ying Junchu's expression was so cold, like a dead person.

The man in black comforted himself afterwards. Ying Junchu was not a god. She was just a teenage brat. How could she find him? Don't scare yourself!

It's just not good at night, it's inconvenient to do anything, especially in this suburb, where the surroundings feel eerie.

The man in black was contentedly playing with the photo in his hand.

Gee, today’s young people.

Really good at playing.

The heir to the Ying family doesn't like red makeup and prefers broken sleeves...

This is a big deal.

With the help of the weak light, what the man in black was holding was the misplaced photo of Ying Junchu and Ling Yiche.

It looked like a kiss.