Ye Feimo noticed such light footsteps vigilantly. Withdrawing his thoughts, his dark eyes swept over coldly. When he saw who the person was, the coldness in his eyes dissipated.

The blond and blue-eyed foreign man stood respectfully beside Ye Feimo, raised his eyebrows and whispered: "Your Highness, everything you told me has been done, we can go back!"

The foreign man spoke fluent and standard Chinese. This man was none other than Tony. He was trained by the "Nighthawk" base and had been with Ye Feimo since he was a child. His closest subordinate and bodyguard, Tony.

There was a faint smell of blood on Tony's body, and the muscles in his arms and chest were tense and on guard. He had obviously just completed the task assigned by Ye Feimo, and his fierce and violent aura had not faded.

"Well..." In response to Tony's words, Ye Feimo just hummed softly, his face as clear as an immortal, and he looked lazy and unconcerned.

He slowly straightened his body, and his fingers casually and gracefully brushed the non-existent dust on his shoulders.

Tony raised his head slightly, glanced at Ye Feimo's profile with his green eyes, and spoke in a low voice with a hint of doubt.

"Your Highness, I just saw a person leaving from here, it looks like Miss Luo Wan!"

Before he finished speaking, sharp eyes glanced over at him, as cold as ice floes.

Tony was startled, knowing that he had touched Ye Feimo's bottom line, and quickly lowered his head, not daring to ask any more questions.

Ye Feimo didn't answer until Tony thought he wouldn't say anything more.

The people around me whispered three words: "It's not her."

Before he finished speaking, Ye Feimo stepped forward and left gracefully and slowly.

Tony raised his eyes and looked at his handsome yet lonely figure with some disbelief.

Really, isn't it?

However, his eyes have always been very good, so he must have seen it right!

Besides, if that's true, why did His Highness glance at him just now as if he wanted to kill someone?

Tsk tsk, that person must be Miss Luo Wan, there is no doubt that Tony narrowed his green eyes slightly, secretly guessing in his heart.

However, he did not dare to say these words.

He stepped quickly to keep up with Ye Feimo's footsteps.

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The night is dark.

Although Ye Feimo doesn't stay in the country often, and he came back this time just to resolve some matters, he still has several fixed residences in City A.

The garden villa area located in the wealthy area of ​​City A is where Ye Feimo spends most of his time.

At this time, the splendid four-story villa was brightly lit and silent.

In the master bedroom upstairs, the lighting is a bit dim, with only one desk lamp turned on. The decoration of the entire bedroom is a bit grey, with a luxurious and cold style. Just looking at it gives people a cold and desolate feeling.

An overly large bed was covered with soft and smooth silk quilts and smoky gray sheets with gold edges.

Beside the bed, a slender man leaned quietly, his long legs slightly crossed, his posture relaxed, and he gently held a goblet in his hand, the golden liquid inside swaying gently.

Ye Feimo pursed his lips, with a pale expression, and took a sip of champagne. His Qingjun profile looked even more divine in the dim light.

Since returning from the Imperial Hotel, he has been a little absent-minded.
Chapter completed!