Women dressed as men: My executive officer is so handsome

Wang Zi walked upstairs after leaving the quiet room. He did not rush to find Yang Shiyi, but went to Sheng Jiayu's bedroom window first to release some smoke.

After finishing, he came to the windowsill near Sheng Zhimo's room.

Wang Zi hid his figure and bent down to look at the figure about five meters away from him.

After measuring the jumping space and distance, he waited for the moment the person turned around and then pounced on him.

The dark shadows blended into the night, with only the slightest sound of wind.

By the time Yang Shiyi noticed something was wrong, he had already taken several puffs of the colorless and odorless drug.

Wang Zi reached out and gently pushed his shoulder, and Yang Shiyi fell to the ground.

The slight noise of falling woke up Sheng Zhimo who was sleeping on the bed. The lesson last night made him sit up almost at the same time, but no matter how fast he was, he was still not faster than the number one killer.

Sheng Zhimo's face was once again half-covered by the slender hands, and his head was pressed hard on the bed.

The not-so-soft gloves rubbed his cheeks, which was extremely painful, and Sheng Zhimo shed a few tears.

“Hmm…Hmm…”

The moonlight tonight is slightly brighter than yesterday. The light coming in from the balcony shines on the tall figure beside the bed, outlining a hazy outline.

The boy's bangs were blown by the breeze blowing in from the window, and his bright eyes were staring at him coldly.

The young man's voice rang in my ears again, like a demon born in the darkness, just like last time:

"Don't worry, I'm not here to see you tonight."

"Well……"

Sheng Zhimo looked at him, wanting to do something but unable to move.

His mind is still very confused. Not to mention the killer lying in ambush in the yard, let's just talk about the one on his balcony.

Is his Sheng family really so useless?

Is there no one who can fight against Liaoye Isshin?

With his nose and mouth tightly covered, Sheng Zhimo suddenly felt a little cerebral congestion, and felt dizzy due to lack of oxygen.

Wang Zi seemed to have figured it out as well, and since he wasn't afraid of him shouting, he simply let him go.

As soon as he took his hand away, Sheng Zhimo took a deep breath, with the fear from the shock still lingering in his heart.

But remembering that there was a killer beside the bed, Sheng Zhimo rubbed his face and quickly moved back.

He swallowed fearfully and hesitated.

"You...what else do you want to know..."

Wang Zi didn't move, watching the person on the bed move further and further away.

"What else do you know?"

It's not a question, it's a mockery.

As the young master of the Sheng family, he couldn't answer all three of the simplest questions asked last night, which made it hard for Wang Zi not to suspect whether what he was doing was a fake script.

Hearing the boy's sarcastic tone, Sheng Zhimo pursed his lips, somewhat dissatisfied.

"I know a lot..."

As soon as he finished speaking, Wang Zi's cold snort was heard in the room.

Sheng Zhimo raised his head and saw that the young man had ignored his thoughts and turned to walk towards the balcony.

The shrunken figure squatted down beside the fallen body and reached out to begin groping around.

I really didn't come here to look for myself...

Sheng Zhimo sighed, and suddenly felt that killers were all very honest.

……

Wang Zi touched his neck, then his pocket...

Only a pack of cigarettes was found.

He sighed speechlessly and was about to get up.

"Liao...um, are you looking for something?" Sheng Zhimo's voice suddenly sounded.

Wang Zi, who was squatting on the ground, looked up at him and whispered four words:

"Nothing to do with you."

"..." Sheng Zhimo, who had overcome his fear, finally walked over, but was now choked by his words.

He watched the young man stand up and jump out of the window to leave, and hurriedly called him:

"Well, what I mean is, if you want anything, you can just tell me directly, as long as you..."

The boy standing on the fence lowered his head and gave him a cold look.

Sheng Zhimo's heart was beating as he continued, "...as long as you...don't always scare me at night..."

After these few days, not only did he lose his appetite, but he even had to be cautious and fearful when sleeping at home.

Moreover, the place where my neck was hit yesterday still hurts...

Sheng Zhimo, who grew up in wealth, had never experienced this before and had faint dark circles under his eyes during the day.