Jian Yao turned pale with fright. He looked up at the bustling Wanxian Building outside the door and gritted his teeth with anger. This little girl had completely forgotten everything he told her yesterday, but Jian Yao couldn't bear to leave her alone.

.

"Auntie, who is Miss Ziyan's boudoir?"

The aunt pointed out her hand and said: "The one with the purple gauze hanging is the one next to it. The piano house is next to it. Don't go wrong!"

"Why!"

Jian Yao responded, looked down at himself in men's clothes of coarse cloth, picked up the vegetables that his aunt had just cooked, put them on a tray and hurried towards the building.

The sound of the door being pushed violently "bang" made Zi Yan flinch, and her soft body leaned towards Jimo. Jimo didn't reach out to pick her up, but let her cheek fall on his hard shoulder.

"Jimo, I'll go out and persuade you!"

"No need!" Jimo remained indifferent, picking up the wine glass on the table and sipping, "He is pretending to be crazy under the pretense of drinking, deliberately!"

Listening to Jimo's cold snort, Hei Jiang's brows were tangled in one place, and he looked nervously towards the door. There was a lot of movement in the next room. He heard someone knocking over tables and chairs, and from time to time there were two roars: "Where is Ziyan?"

?Fuck it, come out!”

"Ah..." A woman's sharp scream sounded. Jimo and Hei Jiang both looked at Zi Yan in confusion. Seeing her pretty face turn pale, she timidly said: "It's broken, that girl is still in my room!"

"Who?" Jimo spoke up, and Zi Yan said in a trembling voice: "The little girl from the bun shop in the next street is good at embroidery and often comes here to make a living. She got tired from playing here today, so I asked her to take a nap on my bed...

"

Before he finished speaking, there was another shout from next door, and along with the sound of clothes ripping, a woman whimpered.

"Master Mo...save her..." Zi Yan was about to cry and looked at Jimo clearly. Jimo was sitting still, but there was a trace of wavering in his eyes.

"Jimo, don't mind your own business, that's King Yan!"

The black general glanced at him in warning, picked up the wine glass on the table and took a sip. The noise next door became louder and louder. The woman's pleading could not be heard, but the two men in the room were clenching their fists and not daring to say anything.

Action, this King Yan is Naga's cousin and has always regarded himself as the second heir of Tiandu. Not only that, Naga's assassination is also inseparable from him.

"Uncle, the dish you asked for is here!"

Suddenly a clear voice cut in, Zi Yan felt Jimo's body tremble violently, and then raised his head in surprise.

"Go away, who let you in?"

"Master, you should eat first. The girl hasn't eaten yet, so don't starve yourself!"

"Go away, you can't understand people!"

This time Hei Jiang also heard clearly. He looked at Jimo with some disbelief. At this moment, he had already stood up and was about to rush out of the house with a stern face.

"Sister, save me!"

The woman's cry for help came, and the man shouted and knocked over the food. He grabbed Jian Yao's lapel and was about to beat him. Suddenly he heard the person behind him calling "sister" before he put down his hand, looked at Jian Yao intently, and said with a smile.

: "That's fine, both sisters will stay with me, Wang Lele..."

As soon as he finished speaking, Jian Yao felt a dark shadow flash in front of his eyes. King Yan rolled his eyes and collapsed softly. Only then did Jian Yao see a tall man standing behind him, in blue clothes and blue trousers, handsome.

He was like a god in mythology, but his eyes were too hazy and as cold as ice.

"Jimo..."

Jian Yao subconsciously covered his mouth, but couldn't stop the urge to cry. He thought the person in front of him would give him a shy smile like before, but he didn't expect that the person in front of him would give him a shy smile. Instead, he got a look that was piercing the bones. Jian Yao's face was frightened.

She was pale and looked up at the bustling Wanxian Building outside the door. She was so angry that she gritted her teeth. This little girl had completely forgotten everything she told her yesterday, but Jian Yao couldn't bear to leave her alone.

"Auntie, who is Miss Ziyan's boudoir?"

The aunt pointed out her hand and said: "The one with the purple gauze hanging is the one next to it. The piano house is next to it. Don't go wrong!"

"Why!"

Jian Yao responded, looked down at himself in men's clothes of coarse cloth, picked up the vegetables that his aunt had just cooked, put them on a tray and hurried towards the building.

The sound of the door being pushed violently "bang" made Zi Yan flinch, and her soft body leaned towards Jimo. Jimo didn't reach out to pick her up, but let her cheek fall on his hard shoulder.

"Jimo, I'll go out and persuade you!"

"No need!" Jimo remained indifferent, picking up the wine glass on the table and sipping, "He is pretending to be crazy under the pretense of drinking, deliberately!"

Listening to Jimo's cold snort, Hei Jiang's brows were tangled in one place, and he looked nervously towards the door. There was a lot of movement in the next room. He heard someone knocking over tables and chairs, and from time to time there were two roars: "Where is Ziyan?"

?Fuck it, come out!”

"Ah..." A woman's sharp scream sounded. Jimo and Hei Jiang both looked at Zi Yan in confusion. Seeing her pretty face turn pale, she timidly said: "It's broken, that girl is still in my room!"

"Who?" Jimo spoke up, and Zi Yan said in a trembling voice: "The little girl from the bun shop in the next street is good at embroidery and often comes here to make a living. She got tired from playing here today, so I asked her to take a nap on my bed...

"

Before he finished speaking, there was another shout from next door, and along with the sound of clothes ripping, a woman whimpered.

"Master Mo...save her..." Zi Yan was about to cry and looked at Jimo clearly. Jimo was sitting still, but there was a trace of wavering in his eyes.

"Jimo, don't mind your own business, that's King Yan!"

The black general glanced at him in warning, picked up the wine glass on the table and took a sip. The noise next door became louder and louder. The woman's pleading could not be heard, but the two men in the room were clenching their fists and not daring to say anything.

Action, this King Yan is Naga's cousin and has always regarded himself as the second heir of Tiandu. Not only that, Naga's assassination is also inseparable from him.

"Uncle, the dish you asked for is here!"

Suddenly a clear voice cut in, Zi Yan felt Jimo's body tremble violently, and then raised his head in surprise.

"Go away, who let you in?"

"Master, you should eat first. The girl hasn't eaten yet, so don't starve yourself!"

"Go away, you can't understand people!"

This time Hei Jiang also heard clearly. He looked at Jimo with some disbelief. At this moment, he had already stood up and was about to rush out of the house with a stern face.

"Sister, save me!"

The woman's cry for help came, and the man shouted and knocked over the food. He grabbed Jian Yao's lapel and was about to beat him. Suddenly he heard the person behind him calling "sister" before he put down his hand, looked at Jian Yao intently, and said with a smile.

: "That's fine, both sisters will stay with me, Wang Lele..."

As soon as he finished speaking, Jian Yao felt a dark shadow flash in front of his eyes. King Yan rolled his eyes and collapsed softly. Only then did Jian Yao see a tall man standing behind him, in blue clothes and blue trousers, handsome.

He was like a god in mythology, but his eyes were too hazy and as cold as ice.

"Jimo..."
Chapter completed!