After running back to the room, before his breathing was even, Si Wenbing was already standing at the door, but he didn't mention what happened just now, he just said: "Let's go."

Hai Ziyu followed him step by step, and the two of them walked to another passage, so she didn't know where the man went.

It turns out that he has such a past, it turns out that there is a reason why he doesn't want to get close to anyone in the Ye family, and it turns out that she really doesn't understand him.

Her head suddenly hit a solid wall of flesh. She was stunned for a moment, then quickly pushed away. She stepped back too fast and almost fell down.

One arm was firmly wrapped around her waist, and the silk shirt fit smoothly with the dress.

"Be careful." Si Wenbing stabilized her and then moved her away.

Hai Ziyu felt that his waist was burning, and the pounding of his heart that had been so close just now still lingered in the softest part of his heart.

Seeing the girl in front of him blushing and lowering her head, Si Wenbing glanced at her and found that she had not changed.

Si Wenbing took her to a restaurant, which was owned by a local. The proprietress was wearing typical Iraqi clothes and was leaning on the bar chatting with people.

The waiter was not particularly enthusiastic and lazy, and left after the two of them took their orders.

The first thing came, which was a very ordinary toast with a thin layer of strawberry jam on top.

Hai Ziyu stretched out his left hand and was about to take the bread, but was caught when his wrist was stretched out in the air.

Si Wenbing's palms were very cold, which was incompatible with the current weather.

The hand held by him sent a throbbing feeling to his heart.

"In Iraq, when eating or receiving food, don't use your left hand, because people here think the left hand is unclean." He said slowly.

Hai Ziyu looked around, and sure enough, someone glanced this way. She apologized: "I'm sorry."

Si Wenbing let go of her hand, then lowered his head and ate from the plate.

After finishing the meal, Si Wenbing did not seem to be in a hurry to return to the place where Hamed was detained, but walked slowly along the street.

Pedestrians on the road were walking in a hurry and seemed unwilling to stay on the road any longer.

The huge screen in the square is broadcasting news, and the content is still about the disappearance of Hamed. These news have been played in an infinite loop since yesterday, as if they want everyone in Uruk and even Iraq to see it.

"Um???? Do you want to kill him?"

Even Hai Ziyu himself was shocked when he mentioned that word.

Si Wenbing slowed down and said, "Yes."

"Is it because of that incident?" Hai Ziyu heard her voice as soft as an ant. She felt very sad, uncontrollable sadness, that kind of sadness spread from the depths of her soul.

Si Wenbing glanced at her with doubts in the corner of his eyes. Why was she sad? It was obvious that he meant nothing to her, right? It was just because they didn't live a harmonious life that he could make her show that expression.

There is only one dim light in the dark alley, and even homeless people don't like to run into it.

Hai Ziyu was only thinking about her own sadness when her wrist was suddenly grabbed, and a force dragged her into the darkness.
Chapter completed!