The school’s little wild cat is cute and sweet

Cold House.

Zhuge came to the study with his mobile phone, half-lowered his head respectfully, and reported to Leng Che, who was processing documents: "Master, Master Han Shenghan is looking for you."

Han Sheng did not have Leng Che's mobile phone number, but he had business dealings with Leng, so he found Zhuge's contact information. Through Zhuge, Leng Che was contacted.

Leng Che guessed that this had something to do with Mu Qianxi, so he took the phone.

"I am Leng Che."

"Is Xiao Xi with you?" Han Sheng asked.

"Not here. She said she has an appointment with you tonight and will come back later."

"This is strange. She suddenly said something happened in the afternoon and she would make an appointment next time. Qingqing is worried, let me call you and ask, it has been almost two hours. Where has she been? I called her just now We called, but no one answered. We were worried that she might have gotten into trouble again!"

Where did this lunatic sneak away again? Didn't you ask her to contact her if there is anything?

"I'll find her."

Although doubts and worries filled his heart, he always maintained a calm tone, remained calm in times of crisis, and played a role in stabilizing the morale of the military.

Han Sheng's anxious mood eased a little: "Qing Qing and I are also looking for you. If you have any news, please tell us."

"it is good."

He hung up the phone and handed the phone back to Zhuge who was standing aside. She closed her eyes and secretly got lucky. Strangely, just like the last time she went to another world privately, she couldn't feel her breath again.

The worried look on his brow suddenly became a little heavier, and his fingertips couldn't help but tighten the corner of the document he was reviewing.

He called Xiao Shiyan. After the call was connected, the loud music from the bar came from the other end of the phone. It seemed that Xiao Shiyan was in the bar again.

"Brother Che? What's going on?"

"Do you know where Mu Qianxi is?" he asked straight to the point.

"You don't even know, how can I know where the bully is?"

"That's okay."

He hung up the phone, clueless and upset. At this moment, he suddenly remembered that she taught him how to play Moments a few days ago, saying that young people like to post updates there. He carefully recalled the steps she taught him. He was a little clumsy, but he still successfully opened her circle of friends.

The latest circle of friends is a photo posted this afternoon, which is of a landscape painting she painted.

He carefully observed the message in the painting, fearing to miss any tiny clues. Suddenly, in the upper right corner of the painting, a small corner of the villa happened to enter the painting, and he accurately captured it.

This is...Ms. Gao's house. She happened to sketch briefly the most iconic part of that villa.

He thought of the psychic he met when he came out of Ms. Gao's house today, and his pupils suddenly trembled. Psychic mediums, resurrected souls, and the book...he had a rough guess.

What a lunatic! He didn't learn his lesson from last time he went to the demon market! Are you willing to risk your life for a book?

"Zhuge! Prepare the car and go to Ms. Gao's place!"

He left the work at hand and hurriedly stood up and left the study.

"Huh? Didn't we make an appointment at 8 o'clock?"

This was the first time Zhuge had seen him go out so eagerly. No matter how big things happened at work, he was always calm and composed, more mature and steady than people with more experience. This time, he left in such a hurry that he didn't even bother to pick up his coat. Is this still the young master who pays the most attention to etiquette when going out to meet?

Royal Villa.

After the announcement, Leng Che quickly walked into the living room. Ms. Gao had already been sitting at the main seat waiting for him, but found that he had no intention of taking a seat. There was a layer of worry in his deep black eyes. When she first met him, his calm and lonely look made her think that nothing could disturb his cold heart.

"We made an appointment at 8 o'clock. Master Leng is here for an urgent visit. Why?" Ms. Gao asked.

He nodded politely to her and apologized: "I'm so presumptuous, please forgive me."

The painting equipment quietly placed in the corner of the living room came into view, and his cold peach blossom eyes instantly became extremely cold. This is what Mu Qianxi carries when she goes out in the morning. She came and talked to Ms. Gao to get the book.

"I'm looking for Mu Qianxi, where is she?" His eyes were as cold as ice. After learning that she was here, he felt even more uneasy.

"Do you know that little girl?" Ms. Gao was a little surprised.

"I know you. Please give her back to me, Ms. Gao." Although it was a request, his words were so cold that there was almost no room for negotiation.

Ms. Gao regained her composure: "Since you are here, I also have something to tell you. I can't exchange the book with you. That little girl has something I want more. I have promised her that after tonight, I will give the book to you." Give it to her. Therefore, you are not allowed to see her for the time being."

"She listened to me, the deal is terminated. Where is she?" Different from the gentle and elegant mood in the morning, at this moment, he exuded a cold and decisive aura, like a lion that was not angry after being touched on its weakness.

"You're so nervous. It seems like it's more than just acquaintance, right?" Ms. Gao picked up the tea cup and took a sip. "Don't worry, she will be fine. I warned the psychic."

"Exhortation?" Leng Che asked as if he heard a joke, his eyes were cold, "Have you ever thought that the psychic is not under our noses, what if we have ulterior motives and make moves to harm her? What if? I am the one who bears the risk, and I have no worries, but she is the one who faces the danger, and I will never allow it."

If she was safe, there was no way he wouldn't be able to detect her scent. The psychic must have used some method to try to do something and hide it from the truth...

He stared straight at Ms. Gao, his eyes firm and decisive: "Please take me to find her."

Hearing this, Ms. Gao tightened her hand on the tea cup: "The soul-calling ceremony has begun, and no one is allowed to disturb it. If you insist on seeing her, you will never get that ancient book again in this life!"

After being threatened, his expression did not change, his eyes did not hesitate at all, and his tone of voice became more firm: "I don't want the book, I just want to protect her."

"Ms. Gao, I told you this morning that even if there is no psychic medium, the young master will be reincarnated smoothly. Harming others as a price will only add to the sin and be counterproductive. Why do you have to be stubborn?"

Ms. Gao looked embarrassed, frowning and remaining silent. After thinking deeply for a while, her hand suddenly loosened her grip on the teacup.

Ms. Gao sighed deeply: "I will take you to find her."