The rise of the fast-moving boss

Chapter 213 Who is the murderer 18
The meeting place is on a mountainside.

It is said to be a mountain, but it is actually a small slope, just like Langshan in Huaxia NT. Because it is on a plain, the small slope is considered a mountain.The plants on the mountain are very dense, and there are several wooden houses on the mountainside, as well as wooden stairs, surrounded by a fence.

Very nice also.

"Your boss is quite leisurely." An Hao stood outside the fence, looked at the wooden house, and then nodded, "Pink pear flowers and trees, you are so generous..."

Rich people can't afford to be provoked.

"Since you're here, come in." Just as Anhao, Yanshi, and Nanqing were outside the fence, the door of one of the largest wooden houses was suddenly opened, and then Anhao heard a low, magnetic voice. The voice rang.

Listening to the voice, it seems very young.

After walking in, seeing a young man sitting at the table drinking tea, wearing a flowing ink-gradient robe, with long smooth black hair loosely scattered behind him, An Hao knew that the person who just spoke was probably him.

"Sit." The man didn't look up, he took a sip of tea, and then said lightly.

It is very peaceful here, Anhao feels that her heart seems to have quieted down, the hustle and bustle and impetuousness of the city have faded away, and what is left behind is a faint fragrance and a pleasant fragrance like incense.

There was a set of exquisite tea sets in front of the man's table. After An Hao sat across from him, he gently put down the teacup in his hand, then gently picked up the teapot with his slender white fingers, and poured a cup of tea. Then put the tea in front of Anhao.

"Please."

An Hao nodded slightly as a return gift, then she gently picked up the teacup and took a sip...

Not bitter, with a light fragrance.

To be honest, Anhao doesn't like drinking tea very much. She prefers sweet milk tea or fruit juice to tea with a bitter taste; but this cup of tea... To be honest, this is Anhao's first cup of tea. Absolutely delicious tea.

As for Yanshi and Nanqing standing next to her... well, they won't be treated so well.

"Sir, Catwoman is already on her way to Japan, and she will arrive tomorrow." At this time, Yanshi said, "Do you need to bring her to see you tomorrow?" Huh—every time I see you, I feel very stressed... By the way, why doesn't this girl feel anything?

this……

It's really wronged.

She really didn't feel anything about the aura and the like.At most, you can feel the atmosphere of the scene, the strong aura of other people, etc., but it is impossible to be scared.

If you want to feel the oppressive feeling, can Anhao perform for you every minute?

Her performance is not just on the surface, but from the inside out.For example, if she is playing the role of a queen, then that kind of wealth, elegance and temperament seems to permeate from the bones, making people look in awe.

How could such a person be frightened by his strong aura towards others?

"Three days later." The man said lightly, and then stopped talking.

But Yanshi understood what the man meant - let Catwoman come over in three days.

But... If you come back three days later, what are you doing these two days?Does he remember that Mr. has nothing to do these days?Could it be that the husband wants to rest for two days recently?
Before Yanshi could figure it out, the man said again: "You two go first, Miss Wei please stay."

"Okay, sir...uh," Yanshi subconsciously agreed, and then his voice suddenly seemed to be cut off by someone, and there was a gap in the perfect smile on his face, "Then let's come over later Take Miss Wei back to the hotel..."

"No, Miss Wei lives in the next room, you go and clean it up." The man poured himself another cup of hot tea, and after he blew on it gently, he took another sip.

Yanshi was silent for a few seconds, then he reacted and said, "Okay, sir."

After Yan Shi and Nan Qing left, the man raised his head and met An Hao's eyes: "Yu Shang, this is my name."

rain...

It's a nice name.

"Then can I call you Mr. Yushang?" Hearing that both Yanshi and Nan Qing called him "Sir", she should do the same.

Yu Shang nodded slightly: "Yes."

After a pause, he spoke again: "There is a comb and a hair rope in the second drawer of the cabinet, take them out and help me comb my hair." Yu Shang gently put away the tea set on the table with his hand, Then put it aside.

Anhao was taken aback when she heard this request, what... what's going on?

No, when she came in, Anhao felt that the person in front of her was neither malicious nor murderous; she drank the tea, and she thought she was going to get into the theme, but this guy let herself stay; Let's stay here, anyway, the environment here is pretty good, and she likes it very much... But what's the point of asking her to comb his hair now?
An Hao was dumbfounded.

This person doesn't follow the routine.

"Can't you?" At this moment, Yu Shang's eyes stared straight at Anhao, feeling a little wet, "I don't know how to comb my hair, can you help me?"

Cough, so I just can't refuse this kind of harmless and beautiful creature.

Anhao nodded: "Yes." After speaking, she took out the number and a black hair rope according to Yushang's instructions, then walked behind Yushang, picked up the comb and combed it slowly.

Yan Shi and Nan Qing, who had just tidied up the room next door, came back, and just as they were about to speak, they saw the scene where An Hao combed Yu Shang's hair in the room, and they both froze for a moment.

This……

Could it be that they are hallucinating?

When Yu Shang saw the two of them, his expression was indifferent, then he raised his right hand slightly, and flicked it outside—this meant to let the two of them leave.

Yanshi and Nanqing met, although it felt a little incredible, but they still left decisively in the spirit of absolute loyalty to their husband.

Whatever Mr. does is right, it must have a deep meaning.

An Hao's fingers brushed the smooth and black hair of the rain glass. To be honest, this long hair is really good, and it feels very comfortable to the touch.The comb was made from the teeth of some kind of large animal. It was milky white, and matched with that black hair, it looked extraordinarily pleasing to the eye.

"Mr. Yuzhang, how do you want to tie your hair?" It is said to be combed, but in fact, the soft black hair does not need to be combed. "It's all tied up or..."

"With this hairpin, you can comb it as you like." Yu Shang took out another black and plain hairpin from his sleeve and put it on the table. The hairpin is in the shape of flowing clouds, simple but smooth lines It looks very good-looking.

　Yushang...cough, Dad loves him hehehe~~~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)