Heyday Love: A Heaven-sent Husband

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Du Ruoyan kept his original posture, lying quietly on the ground, but his mind had already turned quickly. +++All Danmei novels: www.sto123.cc Although she just woke up from a coma and her head was still a little groggy, she was still sure that the screams just now were definitely not the voice of Captain Lin Yi.

Since it is not the captain, everything here has nothing to do with her.

In her life for more than 20 years, she used to be bullied and discriminated against. After she received training and became an agent, she felt the most indifference and blood. The only thing that can make her trust, let her lose her guard, ignore her life, and ignore the gains and losses. Captain Lin Yi.

This emotion is too much related. Cultivated in life and death.

Since it is not the captain, it has nothing to do with her. But, where is this place, how can I get here?

As for the captain, where is she now?

When she thought of Lin Yi, she couldn't help but feel nervous, but soon, she couldn't help but laugh at herself secretly.

I waited for the two to be at the same time, since I was fine, then... the captain should be fine too!

As long as she is still alive, I believe that with the skill and wisdom of the captain, no matter what the desperate situation, she will definitely be able to survive. And she, too. As long as they are still alive, she believes that one day they will be able to meet again. She has no doubt about it!

Thinking about it this way, Du Ruoyan was immediately calm.

The screams slowly stopped, and the room was so quiet that there seemed to be only breathing.

Or, to be precise, the sound of only two breaths remaining in the entire house.

One is her own.

The other, after listening for a while, she frowned in surprise.

How could this person's breathing be so gentle and long? It is an unusually long, slow, breathing frequency less than half that of ordinary people. In other words, the breathing rate of an ordinary person is generally between 16 and 20 times per minute, but this person's breathing rate is only 5 to 8 times. As an elite agent with outstanding ability, Du Ruoyan knows that the frequency of human breathing is closely related to its physical factors. If it is faster than ordinary people, it may be explained by tension, excitement or physical reasons.

But if it is gentle and long beyond the range of ordinary people, there is only one explanation-this person is definitely not an ordinary person.

In fact, Du Ruoyan had seen breathing sounds like this before. That person was the chief visiting instructor of the secret service team and had taught them for just ten days. In these ten days, what she learned, but later in her career as an agent, let her escape several times.

At this moment, a strange voice that was as clear as water and indifferent as ice suddenly sounded, breaking the silence of the room.

"Du Ruoyan, when will you pretend to be dead?"

Du Ruoyan couldn't help but fought a cold war. At this time, she suddenly realized that what she was wearing was no longer the neat and concise clothes she had been accustomed to, but a soft and smooth silk long dress. .

Taking a deep breath, she did not move, but calmly calmed herself down.

Will this be an already set game? After calming down, the first thing that came to her mind was this idea.

The last scene before the coma suddenly came to mind... but, no, probably not!

Although she still didn't understand why the instructor Zuo had to deal with the captain and her in that way, she knew that this matter had nothing to do with her, and she also believed that the captain must be full of doubts about this matter, and she was puzzled.

In fact, if it had been so long ago, they would still choose to make a move, but they would never choose to use such a means to make a hard move.

But now, it's too late to say anything.

In mind

Thousands of miles in a flash, countless thoughts have been turned in a moment. In the end, Du Ruoyan came to a conclusion that the matter may not have much to do with Zuo instructor and others. Only because of the current technology has long made things like torture and extorting a confession a thing of the past, too much mind-reading and brain-reading techniques have made the Zuo instructor and others know everything without having to stay alive.

After thinking about it this way, Du Ruoyan slowly sat upright, looking at the sound coming and going with a dull expression.

No matter what the complicated situation is, there is always no error in the wooden expression.

When her eyes fell on the person who was sitting leisurely across from her, she was stunned for a moment.

The speaker was sitting upright at a table of eight immortals in sandalwood. He was about twenty-four and five years old, and his face was clear and handsome.

How did she come here by herself?

The man is smiling, his thin red lips are slightly raised, the corners of his mouth smile warmly, but his eyes are as cold as a glacier that never melts forever. Obviously, Du Ruoyan's behavior of not crying or making trouble after waking up made him quite boring.

This man is definitely not good at his generation! Relying on the agent's instinct, Du Ruoyan immediately gave the person before him an attribution.

And looking at his expression, everything that happened here should be his. So, how should I respond?

Du Ruoyan's thoughts changed, but before she had thought of a countermeasure, the man had laughed softly, his voice was extremely soft, but hearing Du Ruoyan's ears was unreasonably chilling.

The man turned his head faintly, and ordered the certain bodyguard who had just come in: "Take her to jail, just say that I sent her to reward! Tell them to play slowly, don't kill them all at once!"

prison? Reward? Does he mean...

Du Ruoyan's eyes widened suddenly, but before she could make a sound, Huangfuyin had already raised her hand, her slender fingers moved slightly, Du Ruoyan only felt the strong wind blowing on her face, the next moment, she had lost her movement and speech Ability.

As if he didn't even bother to look at her again, Huangfuyin waved his hand indifferently, and the black masked man leaned down silently, and threw Du Ruoyan on his shoulders like a back pocket. After bowing, he floated out of the room.

Du Ruoyan was thrown heavily by the man, causing pain in his chest. After a few short breaths, the pain subsided slowly. Damn it, it was acupuncture. This ancient Chinese martial arts thaumaturgy has been lost for many years, and I never thought that I would have this opportunity to taste it today. Du Ruoyan cried secretly in her heart, but she was helpless.

Huangfuyin sent her to prison, but she was not afraid. But if it was sent when she didn't have the ability to resist, it would be very troublesome. But at this moment, the situation was overwhelming, and she had to cry secretly in her heart.

The black-clothed masked man carried Du Ruoyan to spread his figure, rushing all the way, and within a short while, he had left the room covering a large area and flashed out from a corner door that was hidden. Outside the yard, a black car was quietly parked aside, looking at the appearance, it seemed that it had been waiting for a long time. In the car, someone was leaning there lazily, looking from a distance, it seemed to be a driver.

Seeing someone coming, the driver said, "Xing Qian, why are you?" The tone was slightly surprised. But the voice is lively and casual, listening to his voice, but not very old.

The man in black snorted as a response. At this time, the driver had clearly seen Du Ruoyan, raised his eyebrows in surprise, and without asking more, he opened the door. The black-clothed masked man raised his hand and grabbed it as if grabbing a chicken. He tore Du Ruoyan off his shoulder and threw it into the car unceremoniously. Du Ruoyan was sore by the impact that she could not help but snorted.

The man in black ignored her, and only solemnly ordered the man who looked like the driver: "Prison!"

His voice was low and hoarse, and his words were simple and concise.

The driver seemed familiar with him, but he didn't care about his attitude. After closing the door, Fang asked casually, "Why send this woman to prison?"

"Yingji!" The man in black answered very simply.

"Ying... Yingji..." The driver suddenly heard these two words, but he couldn't help taking a breath: "She...this..." he muttered, but the man in black was the slightest Stay unmoved, just sit quietly in the car, and don't interface. The driver grumbled a few words, seeing that no one answered, he couldn't help feeling boring. After sighing with a little sympathy, he stepped on the accelerator reluctantly and the car moved forward.

Du Ruoyan counted the time silently in her heart. After about half an hour, a rough voice rang out of the car: "Who?!" The driver heard the sound and said, "It's me!"

The guard who babbled seemed to be very familiar with him. Hearing these two words, he quickly changed into a flattering tone: "It's this hour, why is Young Master Qin here?"

Du Ruoyan in the car raised her eyebrows slightly when she heard the guard call the driver to be "Master Qin".

This Huangfuyin is really capable of coming out in large numbers, hiding dragons and crouching tigers, a driver has such an identity, even such a person needs to call him so respectfully.

Then Young Master Qin did not answer, but only agreed vaguely, and asked, "Where is your battalion commander? I have something to see him!"

While the guard answered that the battalion commander was in the tent, he invited Young Master Qin to enter. Then Young Master Qin drove straight into the prison without getting out of the car. After walking for another five minutes or so, the car stopped, and Master Qin quickly followed the guard in, thinking he was going to see the battalion commander.

However, the man in black sat in the front of the car safely, never moving, as if guarding Du Ruoyan.

Du Ruoyan lay in the car, his heart was like boiling oil, and if he didn't unlock the acupuncture points, he was afraid that he would inevitably be a mermaid.

After a while, footsteps came from outside the car, and then Master Qin's clear voice: "I'm coming!"

As soon as the door opened, he bowed into the car, bent over and picked up Du Ruoyan. The bright light of the torch followed the car window into the carriage, clearly reflecting the appearance of Master Qin. At the age of twenty-four-five years, the face of the Chinese character, sword eyebrows and star eyes, not thin or thick, and the corners of the lips that are naturally raised make him seem to be always smiling, making people feel good when they see it.

Du Ruoyan remembered that this person Shicai had expressed sympathy for him, and couldn't help but move in his heart. As he stared fixedly at the other party, the bright eyes were full of pity. As soon as the two of them touched their eyes, Young Master Qin turned away from her gaze unbearably, but still didn't mean to help her at all. Du Ruoyan smiled secretly, closed her eyes silently, and unexpectedly revealed a fateful look on her face. As long as I was bitten by a group of dogs, the most important thing now is to save my life.

Only by living, will there be hope, and finally there will be a day of revenge.

Someone sighed softly in the ear, and the voice was extremely soft. If the two of them weren't very close, I was afraid that she would not hear it with her sensitive hearing.

With this sigh, she suddenly felt that her body was light, and she had regained her ability to move. At the same time, Young Master Qin had stuffed something into her hands. With a keen sense, she knew that it was a dagger.

Du Ruoyan understood that Young Master Qin had no intention of saving her, and giving her this dagger just wanted her to leave this world innocently.

However, if he can do this, he is still a good person. Du Ruoyan thought, and gratefully glanced at him.

When Young Master Qin looked at her like this, his face turned a little embarrassing, because he turned his head slightly, avoiding her sight. He hugged her out of the car in silence, and then Young Master Qin handed her to a guard standing aside and waiting.