Gloomy, sick, fierce and vaguely mad.

Pale and silent, but because of this, it makes people feel more palpitations.

It's just that the gloomy breath disappeared in an instant, and the white dangling light in the underground parking lot shone on his face. The deep face has returned to its former coldness and indifference, and there is no sense of paranoia.

Taking out the car key from his pocket, his fingertips inadvertently fumbled for the white jade in his pocket. Thinking of Lao Yang's previous words, his eyes sank unconsciously.

He had never thought that he would be slightly unsatisfied with the fact that he could not hear her and someone else could hear it. From the beginning, this matter would become more and more in his heart. Coming more and more entangled him, and finally rose to the highest point when the little girl's eyes were bright and came close.

He obviously didn't hear her voice, but at that moment he unconsciously began to imagine what the little girl's voice should be like.

When he returned to Yan Ting's villa, the sky was already completely dark.

It has been raining these few days, the air is humid, and when the sky darkens, the surroundings are gloomy. Even the brighter street lights can't dispel the greasy and gloomy feeling around, and the lings that are carried by Yan Ting casually are also Infected by the surrounding atmosphere, he whispered a few times. After entering the house and turning on the lights, he quickly found a place to nest.

Chu Ci ate several apps without restriction on the road. Her current spiritual power was not strong. After tossing for a day, she was probably tired. She was sleepy holding the sticky note icon in his phone.

Realizing that she had arrived at his house, the girl with her drooping eyes raised her eyes, looked at him so dumbly, and yawned gracefully.

This is as if remembering something, glanced at his watch, and dutifully pressed the memo.

'Go and eat dinner. ’

Yan Ting was frail since he was a child, but he didn’t receive meticulous care. He started from scratch and worked hard day and night. At the beginning, he often accompany the company’s customers at dinners, although no one is qualified to let him drink at dinners. , But in the end it is the fault of the whole body.

It's busy work again, even now he often turns day and night, let alone let him eat on time.

Yan Ting frowned slightly when he saw these words, because the long-term irregularities caused him to have no appetite at all.

Looking at the little girl like a housekeeper on the screen, Yan Ting's lips twitched, but there was no positive answer at all. He pulled out a few documents from the file bag he brought back, took off his jacket and pulled off his tie. Sitting on the sofa.

The black hair is slightly curled, the body is still damp, and the thin lips are slightly white. When no one sees it, the powerful and terrifying aura disappears. This person is thin, but not that thin. , At this moment, wearing a light blue shirt, sitting lazily on the sofa, with a bit of youthful elegance and aristocratic luxury.

The lack of that terrifying aura makes him look like a fair boy at first glance, harmless.

"I'll eat it later." He said quietly, turning the page of the document in his hand, his tone perfunctory.

Hearing his perfunctory tone, Chu Ci came out of the phone with his head tilted.

Falling lightly on the ground, he turned his head and looked at the surrounding rooms.