Quick Wear: Host, are you playing here?

The man held the disinfectant and cotton swabs, his dark pupils looking around. He didn't know what he was thinking. He didn't even notice that he broke a few cotton swabs in the plastic bag. He wanted to speak, but his Adam's apple rolled first: "Come closer."

Hua Xia: “…”

After he said that, he freed one hand to turn the wheelchair.

"When I'm sick, I may not be very clear-headed..."

When Yan Yue approached, his eyes fell on Hua Xia's belly. There were wrinkles on the soft white sweater where he had bitten it. Yan Yue lowered his eyes and explained in a low voice with a depressed tone.

"..."

Then he asked again: "Did you bite it?"

Hua Xia rubbed it: "No."

But it was probably red, and it was hard to tell that there was a clear tooth mark.

The man looked quite funny holding the item. Feeling aggrieved, he asked the question he had not asked the person he had just found: "At the table, Yan Ting's fiancée seemed to have been paying attention to you."

"Have you known each other before, or have you met each other before?"

The people in the killer organization would not test the identity of the boss. Yan Yue didn't know how this girl with only a code name 'Zheng' and the alias Lin Zheng knew Yan Ting's identity. She seemed to have many secrets that even he couldn't find out with all his efforts.

This premonition intensified as the emotions got deeper into it.

Hua Xia saw Yan Yue grabbing her knee again. He held it very tightly, as if he wanted to crush the bones. She could hardly feel any sensation in her leg.

He took the plastic bag of cotton swabs from Yan Yue's hand, patted the back of his hand, and squatted down: "Relax."

Yan Yue subconsciously loosened his grip, revealing the creases in the fabric outlined by his kneecaps. After years of being in a wheelchair, his leg muscles had atrophied and could no longer support his suit pants. It was not difficult to imagine what the scene was like inside.

He couldn't stand up in front of her as he was a disabled person. After Yan Yue let go of his hand, he inevitably felt embarrassed and began to search for the blanket covering his legs with a stern face.

where?

Cover up...

"Don't you feel anything?" A gentle voice with a hint of pure doubt suddenly sounded in my chest.

Yan Yue lowered his eyes and watched the young woman's slender white fingers tapping on his knees without any rhythm. She looked up at him when asking questions. Her eyes were clear and her whites were distinct. Her light pink hair was smooth and had a cute avocado hairpin on one side.

"Hmm?" Seeing Yan Yue didn't answer, Hua Xia repeated her question, curious about the condition of his legs, "You can't feel anything up to your knees?"

There are many rumors about the head of the Yan family. It seems that he appears as a man in power who sits in a wheelchair and has the power of life and death and is unpredictable. In front of people, he is in a high position and is feared and respectful, but behind their backs, he is ridiculed and mocked as a tiger with a broken leg.

Yan Yue knew everything, and no one dared to come to him and ask about his legs. Only this killer who came with the mission of assassinating him in the beginning broke into the desolate world strangely and ostentatiously, bringing the only touch of life and becoming his placebo.

The fingers on his leg should not have felt anything, but because of the girl's question, Yan Yue had the illusion of being touched, and his long-numbed veins began to jump as if coming alive.

"Hmm." Yan Yue uttered an unclear word from his throat.

He sensed the other party's intention: "It's your turn to answer my question."

It was a bit troublesome to explain, Hua Xia couldn't avoid it, so she simply gave up thinking about it: "Why is Yan Ting's fiancée looking at me?"

"You can check his future in-laws' family, the Meng family."

The next day, the information was delivered to Yan Yue's desk. Just a photo of the mistress of the Meng family when she was young was enough to predict the direction. The current Meng Wanwan was the adopted daughter of Meng's mother after her daughter was lost. She was not her biological daughter. The woman in the photo had gentle eyebrows and eyes, cold white skin, and looked 70% similar to Lin Zheng.

The Meng family is closely involved in the Yan family's business and is also the world's largest jewelry supplier. It is not a small family, so it is qualified to marry into the Yan family. The relationship between them is complicated. If she is blessed by her identity as the eldest daughter of the Meng family, An Ye will release her and she will be safe.

The information was collected by Xu Qing and Liu Shan. He looked at Yan Yue and said, "The Meng family cherishes their lost daughter very much. They spent a lot of effort to find her, but they didn't find her. So far, they haven't given up."

"The missing daughter of the Meng family is named Meng Zheng, which has the same Chinese character Zheng as Miss Lin."

There are not so many coincidences in the world.

Xu Qing revealed the truth: "If the parent-child relationship is confirmed, Miss Lin may be the only heir to the Meng family."

"Given the relationship between the Meng family and Yan Ting, the master behind the Dark Night, she may not need your protection."

Being used as an excuse on the cruise ship, Yan Yue looked at Meng's mother in the photo. This matter was revealed by Hua Xia herself, so it was obvious that she was not unaware of it. She could have gone back, but she didn't. She didn't kill him but saved him, and obeyed her existence as a placebo, following him all the way to the mansion.

Unless otherwise intended.

Xu Qing also thought of this: "Ayue, why did you suddenly think of checking this? It seems that Lin Zheng may not be carrying out the mission of assassinating you. Could it be that she wants to get something from Yan's or from you?"

"Yan Ting ordered it?"

Xu Qing recalled how Ah Yue had been a little trapped a few days ago, and couldn't help but feel lucky: "Fortunately, you found the Meng family's clue. From now on, the mansion will have to monitor it in real time. It would be best if—"

"She said." Yan Yue interrupted Xu Qing in a deep voice.

All conspiracy theories would not be based on the premise that Lin Zheng took the initiative to inform A Yue about this matter. Xu Qing could not think of any other reason that would drive her not to choose to return to the Meng family, but to appear in the mansion.

The study was silent for a long time. After a while, Xu Qing's voice sounded faintly: "Could it be that you were bewitched by Ah Yue's beauty?"

Yan Yue's face was stiff: "......"

Xu Qing smiled and said, "It's just a joke. It's just a joke. After Lin Zheng came to the mansion, she often played games. It was always you, Ayue, who went to find her. I never saw her take the initiative to find you."

Yan Yue's expression became increasingly cold: "......"

"get out."

Xu Qing touched his nose and said, "Okay, I'll check your nephew's Dark Night again."

After Xu Qing left, Yan Yue turned his wheelchair to the second floor and stopped outside the closed door of the game room. It must be said that what Xu Qing said was right, he was the one who looked for her every time.

He raised his hand and knocked on the door. The door opened. Yan Yue looked at Hua Xia and forgot what he was going to say for a moment. He said first: "Play less games. It's not good."

Hua Xia: “…”

Yan Yue paused: "...Are you going back to the Meng family?"

It seems that he has checked it out, Hua Xia said casually: "Let it be."

Yan Yue put his hands on his knees: "Yeah."

He turned his wheelchair the same way he came and went back the same way.

Afterwards, Meng Wanwan revealed this matter to her mother. The Meng family sent invitation letters to the mansion one after another, but they didn't even know the name. The invitation letter was sent to Yan Yue, which roughly described the experience and their eagerness to meet and verify it.

The outside world only knew that Yan Yue had a lover, but no one knew the rest of her background or name.

The invitation letters were placed on Yan Yue's desk, and none of them were shown.

Xu Qing thought about it and said, "Ayue, you don't want her to go back, right?"

He recalled the night when Yan Yue returned from the Yan family's old house covered in blood. When he was inevitably heading towards the abyss, he was easily comforted by the girl who was watching on the second floor. He dragged his tiredness as if walking towards his own way home. Perhaps this was how special it was from the beginning.

He was knocked unconscious twice and said he would kill the man, but he tried eight hundred times but failed and took him back to the mansion.

Xu Qing said in an ambiguous tone: "Ayue, treating a placebo is different from treating someone you like."

Yan Yue put the invitation letter into the drawer and paused almost imperceptibly. He closed his eyes, and his black eyelashes cast a shadow, freezing the air.