"Get out of here! Get out of here!" Just when Teng Weixiang put his ear against the door, he heard Zhan Lele shouting anxiously.
Teng Weixiang was so frightened by Zhan Lele's loud shout that he hurriedly left the room door, his handsome face turning slightly red, and then stood at the door waiting for Zhan Lele to come out and asked himself why he eavesdropped on her room.
But after waiting for a long time, there was still no sound, but there was still Zhan Lele shouting: "Tom is a bad guy, get out of here, don't catch my Jerry!!"
Vaguely, Teng Weixiang also heard the sound of Zhan Lele banging on the table, as if he was cheering for someone.
It turns out that Zhan Lele was watching cartoons, not for himself.[
Teng Weixiang stretched out his hand to wipe his forehead, but found that there was a faint layer of sweat on his forehead. He was actually sweating?!
Looking at the wet layer of water stains on the palm of his hand, Teng Weixiang suddenly felt suspicious. Just now, he was nervous while waiting for Zhan Lele to open the door. He had always been steady and calm, and his expression remained calm even when Mount Tai collapsed in front of him.
He actually became nervous because of a shout. Thinking of this, Teng Weixiang couldn't help but raise his eyebrows slightly.
Then, Teng Weixiang shook his head, looked at Zhan Lele's closed room, turned around, left the corridor, and returned to his room.
Zhan Lele, who was sitting on the sofa eating snacks while defending Jerry, naturally did not realize that Teng Weixiang had been here. She was still squatting on the sofa wearing a very cute pajamas, cheering excitedly.
Just when Zhan Lele was happily chatting with the little Jerry on TV, her cell phone rang.
Zhan Lele picked up the phone and it was her senior sister Xia Zixuan calling.
‘Three-legged cat, what’s the best? Why don’t you hide under the quilt and cry without fear?’ Xia Zixuan’s sweet voice immediately rang from her cell phone.
Zhan Lele immediately pouted and argued: "I don't have that. I'm Zhan Lele. I'm very powerful. Senior sister always looks down on others."
Xia Yuxi immediately laughed heartily on the other end of the phone and said: 'Hey, it seems that my kitten has become capable. Tell me, does he need help from my senior sister?'
Hearing what Xia Zixuan said, Zhan Lele quickly shook his head and refused: "No! No! Senior sister, I can't afford you. Your price is too high. Even if I sell myself for eight lifetimes, I won't be able to afford you."
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In fact, what she said is not bad. Xia Zixuan's net worth is indeed high. As the heir to the mantle of the ultimate bodyguard Han Bing, coupled with her stunning beauty, she is naturally the most ideal choice for many wealthy businessmen.
However, it is not possible to hire a personal bodyguard if you have money. The key depends on her mood. If she is in a good mood, it will be free.
'Haha, no, no, I'm in a good mood today. Let me do you a little favor for free. Just tell me. As long as you can tell me, I will definitely help you.' Xia Zixuan seemed to be in a good mood, and her voice seemed to be beating.
The notes are average.
Zhan Lele wanted to refuse, but then she thought of something and immediately said to Xia Zixuan: "By the way, senior sister, I just have something to ask you. Just wait a moment." As he said that, Zhan Lele wanted to refuse.
Le then jumped up from the sofa, then ran to the suit he threw on the bed, and took out a hammer from the suit pocket.
"Senior sister, we were attacked by a murderer today, but we were not injured. I picked up a stone left by the murderer, and I want to ask you about the stone." Zhan Lele looked at the stone head in his hand,
asked.
In fact, Xia Zixuan called this time probably because of this incident. Firstly, she wanted to see if Zhan Lele was injured, and secondly, she came to get clues about the murderer.
"Really, little cat, please tell me, what does that seed look like?!" Xia Zixuan said excitedly after hearing Zhan Lele's words.
Zhan Lele observed the zither in his hand, and then said to the mobile phone: "This zither is all silver. It seems to be made of real silver. It is almost as long as a finger. The front end is thin and pointed, and the back end is cylindrical..."
Listening to Zhan Lele's description, Xia Zixuan suddenly asked: 'Kitten, turn over the bag and see if there is a small rose imprint on the bottom?!"
When Zhan Lele heard Xia Zixuan's words, she quickly turned the bag over. Sure enough, a small rose mark appeared at the bottom of the bag with a diameter of less than half a centimeter. It was unusually conspicuous and eye-catching, but it exuded a dangerous and strange aura.
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"Senior sister, there really are, little roses, what do they mean?!" Zhan Lele's face turned cold and he asked quickly.
'It turned out to be her, but I didn't expect it to be her...' Xia Zixuan's sweet voice rang vaguely on the other end of the phone, as if she was talking to Zhan Lele or talking to herself.