She turned around and was about to leave with Hua Yun, but was stopped by Ning Chengxu.
"Sister Sheng, do you need me to come with you?"
Shengge didn't even think about it, "No need, you should have your own business to attend to when you come to Fangcheng, so I'll leave first."
She had just taken two steps out when she remembered that she was still wearing Ning Chengxu's coat, so she took it off, turned back, and handed it back to him.
Ning Chengxu didn't answer, his eyes were gentle, "It's cooled down, just take it."
Shengge handed it to the subordinate behind him. The subordinate glanced at Ning Chengxu, shook his head in fear, and did not dare to pick it up.
She was a little annoyed, so she hung her coat on the flower stand at the entrance of the restaurant, and then followed Hua Yun and left without looking back.
Ning Chengxu looked at the direction in which she disappeared, and then at the coat that she had casually placed on the flower bed. His eyebrows were tightened and his pupils were deep.
As if he thought of something, his expression became more gloomy, and he ordered his subordinates, "Send two people to keep an eye on that Feng Yunian. If there is any movement, report it immediately. Be careful to hide it. The subordinate next to him is not a good person. In addition, go and investigate."
Check his identity."
"Yes, Mr. Xu, don't worry."
His subordinates helped him take off the coat from the flower stand and pretended to put it on him.
Ning Chengxu's eyes were stern and he growled, "You dare to take back dirty things and throw them away!"
...
Shengge rushed to Luhua Villa and was placed in the private doctor's room where Mu Zhining had been treated.
Opening the door and going in, the man was injured and was lying on the bed with a sling bottle.
Seeing Shengge come in, he sat up gently.
Shengge sat on the chair two meters away from him and smiled, "I didn't expect that among the forty people, you were the last one to survive. You were the only one who answered my question that day. You are the softest and the toughest.
, what do you want to say when you want to see me?"
The man thought for a while and looked at her sincerely, "I originally thought the organization would let me go if I didn't say anything, but I didn't expect them to be more ruthless than I thought. I know you sent people to rescue me these few times.
I can tell you all the information I know."
"oh?"
Shengge was surprised. Did she figure it out so quickly?
She asked: "How much do you want as a reward?"
The man shook his head, "I don't want money, and they won't let me go. I'm weak and will die in their hands sooner or later, but I don't want to die yet."
"You want my protection?"
The man stared into her eyes and smiled, "It's easy to talk to smart people. In exchange, I want to be your bodyguard. There are many big guys around you. Only in this way can I survive."
Do you really want to be hers?
Shengge frowned almost inaudibly, her swan neck slightly raised, and her temperament was cold, arrogant and noble.
"I'm not someone who can pick it up. Let me tell you the information you know first. I'd be sorry if it's all trivial."
The man looked at her face, a little obsessed.
She looks like a witch, has a hot personality, and is fierce in her work. She is not an ordinary woman.
Even if he could look at such a woman twice a day, she would still be worth it.
He recovered his thoughts and began to explain.
"When the person who hired us to kill you was talking to his boss, I was right next to him. He was a very tall man, probably about 1.9 meters tall. He looked very deep and powerful..."
He tried to recall, "Although he was wearing sunglasses that day, I noticed that there seemed to be a black birthmark about the size of a thumb on his temple. During the conversation, I vaguely heard him mention that his master said that if he could be found, he should know
All the inside information about this matter."
Shengge narrowed her eyes.
Black birthmark? His owner?
"Aside from the birthmark, do you remember his face shape, lip shape, and general appearance?"
The man nodded, a little embarrassed, "I should remember, but I can't draw."