Little drama maid

At six o'clock in the evening, Ji Yan and Fu Jun went out from the back door of the hospital. The originally agreed time was seven o'clock in the evening, but they moved an hour earlier.

Ji Yan didn't want to wait for Chris's people to pick her up. She was very familiar with the headquarters of the church, and wanted Fu Jun to be familiar with the buildings and landmarks along the way, so as to prepare for the future.

As a result, when the two were about to get into the car, several high beams suddenly flashed from the front and back of their own vehicle, and the front was bright, the rear was dark, the rear was bright, and the front was dark.

Ji Yan and Fu Jun looked at each other, and Ji Yan said softly: "It seems that Jill has been waiting for a long time."

Fu Jun smiled, grabbed Ji Yan's hand and said, "Get off the horse."

Two people stepped out of the car behind, and said to Ji Yan: "Miss Ji, Hall Master is here to invite you."

Seeing the gesture of invitation made by the two, Ji Yan thought for a while, and said slowly: "The hall master made an appointment at eight o'clock, and it's only six o'clock now, I have other things to do, and I will go there when the time comes .”

One of them said: "The hall master said that as long as he sees you two, he will let you two go there by car. This is Miss Ji's favorite model. The hall master personally sends the car. No one can refuse the hall master's kindness."

From a distance, Ji Yan vaguely saw that the front of the car was the logo of Mercedes-Benz, which she really liked. There is a type of Mercedes-Benz that emits a light blue light when the door is closed. Other cars also have them, but Ji Yan only likes this one. The price is not very expensive for them, but for ordinary migrant workers, it is ridiculously high.

"Then I would like to thank Hall Master for your trouble."

Fu Jun grabbed Ji Yan's hand, "Let's go, since the hall master wants to see us, we can't make him wait."

The two got into the car hand in hand, the car started, Ji Yan looked back, there was a car clearing the way in front, and there were several cars following behind, and there were quite a few people in the car.

His eyes fell on the two people in front of him, the guns in his pockets were not covered up, and the guns were exposed out of the pockets so brightly, which was a typical warning.

Ji Yan quietly wrote a few words in Fu Juan's palm. Jill's actions are a deterrent, and they may encounter more serious warnings when they get to the place.

Fu Juan tapped her palm, signaling her to rest assured, Fu Juan knew it well.

The car drove very fast, and there wasn't much congestion along the way. If the streets were not so smooth in normal times, Ji Yan wasn't nervous at first, but she became nervous due to such road conditions.

Jill seldom has such a big battle, why this time?

Could it be because of Fu Jun?
But when Fu Jun just came, even if he was looking for brother Xi Motang to settle the score, it was only because of himself, and Jill would not pay so much attention to it. There must be something inside that she didn't know.

Ji Yan raised her eyes and looked at Fu Jun, seeing his calm face, her heart also calmed down slowly, whether it was a blessing or a curse, it was like this anyway, fortunately this time, the person she loves was by her side, even though Go to hell, and don't regret it.

The headquarters of Chris Church is located in a remote mountain. There are many mountainous areas in City B, but the mountains are not very high. There are many rich people living here, and most of them are built halfway up the mountain. The price is expensive, just like living in Hong Kong Same conditions.

When they arrived at the place, after Ji Yan and Fu Jun got off the car, Ji Yan pointed to a very tall door plaque and said: "This is written by the first hall master of Chris. This hall master is very skilled in brush calligraphy. It is said that it is A scholar in the late Qing Dynasty escaped from domestic crimes, and some people said that the domestic affairs were wronged, anyway, from the late Qing Dynasty to the present, the time is not short."

Fu Juan calculated the time and nodded, "It's really not short. I didn't expect the church to exist for such a long time and not disappear."

Ji Yandao: "It also stopped for many years in the middle. Specifically, everyone gathered together since the 80s of the last century. It was said to be a hundred years to the outside world. In fact, it has officially operated, which means these three to 40 years."

The two went in hand in hand. The headquarters of Chris Church looked like a huge villa, almost hollowing out half of the mountain. The layout inside was very special, not like the modern minimalist style, nor the kind of gold and jade. But after entering from the door, all you see are precious flowers and trees, such as a very rare golden nanmu, which is planted in this yard.

There are also two large pillars outside the villa door, on which are carved two golden dragons. Fu Jun looked carefully and found that the golden dragons really lived up to the name. Others carved them with paint, but this one was made of real gold. I don't know. How much gold was melted and how many things were added in it, so that the soft gold can be carved on the pillar vertically.

The word Chris was written outside the gate of the villa, and the word "Jill" was written at the entrance inside.

These two words seem to be on the plaque, but Fu Jun looked carefully, and it seemed to be the pattern of the ancient plaque, which looked a bit retro.

At this point, Fu Juan had a new understanding of this person in his heart.

The door opened, and a nanny came out to invite the two of them in.

As soon as one foot stepped in, she heard a man's suppressed and extremely painful cry from inside. Ji Yan had experienced that feeling of wanting to hold back but couldn't help it.

She subconsciously took a step back with the foot that had been put in, and her heart couldn't stop beating violently.

Fu Jun also heard the voice, but he didn't show any discomfort, he just held Ji Yan's hand tightly, and whispered in her ear: "Don't be afraid, many things are not as complicated as you think, this Jill never From the beginning to the present, we have been under attack, which shows that we are useful to him, useful people will not do it easily, and today the two of us will leave here safely."

Ji Yan looked at Fu Jun with horrified eyes, swallowed, "Really?"

Fu Jun nodded vigorously, and unconsciously increased his hand, "Trust me."

Of course I believe him, Ji Yan licked her lower lip, "En."

Originally Ji Yan walked in front of Fu Jun, but this time Fu Jun held Ji Yan's hand and walked in front of her.

Walking in slowly, what came into view was a person lying on the ground, surrounded by blood, and another person with a torture instrument in his hand, punching the person's face and body with punches.

The face of the person lying on the ground was covered in blood, and he couldn't tell his true face at all. Except for a trace of outgoing air, the incoming air was gone.

The one who beat him put his hand under his nose, turned around and said, "Master, he is almost dying."

"Keep fighting."

As soon as the words fell, the people on the ground had died.

Jill was sitting on a chair with his back facing, and the one enshrining directly opposite him was actually a portrait of Confucius.

The bodyguards standing next to him took them down in an orderly manner, and all the carpets on the floor were replaced with new ones. After a while, the whole villa looked as if nothing had happened.

Fu Jun's eyes darkened slightly, looking at Jill who was still turning his back on them, the corners of his lips curled up, waiting for him to speak.