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This call is already the deadline and we can no longer continue playing. Otherwise, the adults should be really angry. The anger of adults is not so easy to bear.

Yan Chen stood up, scratched his hair, pulled up his clothes, looked at the milk on the table, picked it up and drank it in one gulp, then licked the remaining milky white at the corner of his mouth.

Then, Xiaoxiao, how are we going to kill you? As a friend, I will try to be gentle. Putting down the cup, he grabbed the iron bar on the side, put it on his shoulder and walked out.

From a distance, Mr. Ge stood in another room and looked at him: What is that kid talking to himself? It seems that he became more energetic after answering a phone call.

Mr. Ge didn't pay much attention to anything. He sighed and went to work on his own things.

In the bathroom, Mu Xiaoxiao was taking a bath, and water was sprinkled on her body, eh? It seems like the phone is ringing? I turned off the shower and listened quietly, and sure enough, a phone was ringing.

Pulling the towel around herself, she walked out in two or three steps, quickly ran to the bedside, picked up the phone, and connected it! Just in time.

Hello?

Xiaoxiao, it's me.

Huh? Yanchen? Xiaoxiao leaned on the bedside. It was rare for this guy to call.

Xiaoxiao, I'll be waiting for you at a place if you need anything. Come over quickly.

Come here? Where are you going? The killer hiring center?

No, just come here anyway.

Xiaoxiao sat on the bedside in confusion, where did Yan Chen want her to go? Before I could ask clearly, the call was hung up. Just as he turned off the phone, he received a text message from Yan Chen.

It says an address.

Wiping her wet hair with a towel, why did Yan Chen want her to go here? Could it be that there is another mission for her to participate in? Based on his personality, it seems that he would not do such a thing.

Forget it, Yan Chen must have asked her to come over because he had something to do, so he might as well go there.

She changed her clothes, tied the short knife on the side of her thigh as usual, used a hair dryer to dry her hair, and looked at herself in the mirror, her long black hair parted in the middle. Almost reaching the waist, my hair has grown so long without even realizing it. Putting down the hairdryer, she packed up and hurried out the door without staying any longer.

It was afternoon now, and the sun was very strong. She had just finished taking a shower, and she started sweating soon after going out. According to the address indicated by Yanchen, she came here.

Standing at the door and looking up, it was a private house. Where is this place? Yanchen asked her to come here.

He walked to the door and rang the doorbell.

Two ding-dong sounds. The door was opened. She pushed the door open curiously and went in. When she saw the furnishings in the living room, her eyes lit up. The room was very empty. There are only some simple furnishings, and it seems that no one has lived there for a long time, and the place looks very deserted.

Yan Chen? she called.

Xiaoxiao, you're here so soon. A man walked out from a corridor extending from the living room. He was wearing a T-shirt and his hair was messy, covering his left eye. He looks very lazy. Isn't this exactly Yanchen?

Xiaoxiao then walked into the living room with confidence. She looked around: Where is this? Why did you invite me to this place?

My home. Yanchen said lazily and fell down on the sofa.

Your home? Don't you have a home?

Well... you can say that, but this is a new home. Let's not talk about it for now, Xiaoxiao, why do you think I asked you to come here this time?

For what? He walked to the sofa and looked at Yan Chen in confusion.

The corner of his mouth curled up: For a very important thing, and this important thing requires your cooperation, Xiaoxiao.

Should I cooperate? I won't do it. She immediately turned around. What Yan Chen said was definitely not a good thing.

Yan Chen fell on the sofa and rolled back and forth: Ah, I'm so sad. Xiaoxiao is so stingy. She refuses to agree to such a small request. Didn't she say we were friends before?

friend……

Xiaoxiao wiped her sweat and frowned: What do you mean, what do you want to do?

Yan Chen jumped up from the sofa and said, It's very simple. I suddenly want to paint, Xiaoxiao, please be my model.

Ah? It's just this kind of thing. I thought it was a big deal. Okay, what do you want from me? She agreed readily.

Yanchen walked up to Xiaoxiao, smiled lazily, and walked towards another corner of the living room. There is a step. There is an easel on the steps. There is a chair not far away.

Looks very professional.

After leading her over, Yan Chen glanced at the chair: Sit there.

Oh, okay. Without thinking much, she walked over and sat on the sofa. Gee, the sofa was of very good texture and quite comfortable. Then she said, Is it okay if I just sit there?

Yan Chen walked to the easel and looked at Xiaoxiao with a smile: Xiaoxiao, your hands should be placed on the chair, your feet should be placed together, and you should sit upright.

Sit down according to his instructions: Are you going to draw an ID card picture for me? Sit so upright!

Heh... Yan Chen just smiled. There was a sharp flash in his exposed eye.

What is he laughing at? Speaking of which, I didn't know that Yanchen actually had a hobby of painting, but why did he ask me to be a model? If you want to draw people, just take any photo. It's not like there's some conspiracy.

After swallowing her saliva, Xiaoxiao was thinking about it when she heard two clicks. Two iron rings suddenly popped up from where the chair was placed, fixing her hands on the sofa. At the same time, two iron rings popped up where her feet were placed, fixing her feet.

Huh?

Huh? What's this? Mu Xiaoxiao frowned and looked at her hands and feet that were fixed on the chair. She was almost dumbfounded. She moved her wrists and ankles vigorously, but they were trapped tightly. Completely unable to move.

Yanchen! What are you doing? Xiaoxiao looked at Yanchen anxiously, why did you tie her to the chair? And it seems to have been planned in advance.

Yan Chen leaned gently on the easel and looked at Mu Xiaoxiao: Because it's fun. Xiaoxiao, don't you think so? Besides, it makes painting feel interesting.

Do you think this reason can really be explained? Is there anyone who draws like this? Yanchen, tell me, what exactly do you want to do? She was not sure, but Yanchen was such a weird person, It's not surprising that she did something like this, but her body being fixed made her lose her sense of security.

Xiaoxiao is so smart... Yan Chen smiled, and his originally tilted body slowly stood up straight. He picked up a paintbrush from the easel: Actually, today, I'm here to paint Xiaoxiao's last appearance.

Ah? What does it mean? Some people don't understand.