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Jiang Yan slept until midnight and woke up suddenly.

Drenched in cold sweat, he sat up from the bed suddenly.

There was a weak light in the room, it was a little dark, and there was a set of clean and tidy clothes beside the bed.Jiang Yan supported the bed, patted his forehead, and tried to recall everything before.

Drinking... Su Xiaoyu came... and then...

Jiang Yan raised his head abruptly, with a look of disbelief.

After being stunned for a while, he patted his head vigorously, and then buried himself under the blanket.

How could such a thing be done...

Su Xiaoyu must hate him now...

Jiang Yan was so regretful that she wrapped herself in the quilt and was bored for a long time.

It wasn't until he was out of breath under the quilt that Jiang Yan lifted the quilt and breathed in the air forcefully.

After calming down, Jiang Yan suddenly saw the clean clothes put aside.

On it was his cell phone.

Jiang Yan took the phone and looked at it, it was twenty past three.

It's midnight, Su Xiaoyu should have fallen asleep...

Jiang Yan held the phone and leaned back on the bed, feeling extremely tired.

It’s over.

All the hard work for so long was gone in one night.

He called Luo Heng and asked him to pick him up and go home.

Just as the phone was hung up, the door suddenly rang.

Jiang Yan paused. He carefully lowered himself to the ground, and when he passed the round table, he picked up the fruit knife on the table.It's impossible for the waiter to come at this time, let alone such a sneaky voice.

He moved carefully to the door and listened quietly for the sound.

The sound at the door was very soft, but very neat.

Ding sound.

The door was pushed open gently.

Jiang Yan was behind the door, holding his breath. The second the door was pushed open, he jumped out from the door.

The man only felt a gust of wind passing by, and his neck was immediately chilled.

"Who sent you here."

The knife was pressed against the man's neck, and the blade was slightly cold.

With a sudden force with his left hand, Jiang Yan twisted the man's hand violently, and pushed him forward against the wall.

"You want to try my knife?" Jiang Yan sneered, eyes full of disdain.

With a press of his hand, the blade moved an inch closer, and a long and thin line of blood burst open on the man's skin.

Jiang Yan's eyes were cold and his face was expressionless.

"Try?"

The knife pressed forward again.

The man sneered, and suddenly, he bumped his head, and his neck hit the sharp blade straight.

The sound of the knife cutting his neck was heard, and hot blood splashed on Jiang Yan's hand. At the same time, his face and body were spattered in a mess.

Jiang Yan snorted coldly, and flung the knife forward lightly.

There was a bang.

The knife fell to the ground, and streaks of blood spattered the floor.

Jiang Yan raised his hand to wipe it, his face was as cold as ice.

The movements are crisp and neat, and it looks like someone who has passed special training.

Who the hell is so brave...

Jiang Yan walked back to the bed coldly, picked up the phone and made a new call. That delicate and handsome face was now full of gloom.

A calm and neat voice came from the other end of the phone, Jiang Yanhan said a few words of hope, and then hung up the phone.

There were bloody fingerprints on the phone, and it was thrown on the bed.

Jiang Yan lowered his head and picked up the clean shirt by the bed, and raised his hand to put it on.

Suddenly, he paused and looked down at the large piece of bright blood on the white shirt.

His brows furrowed slightly.

Jiang Yan took off the dress, held it in his hands, and held it tightly.

A few seconds later, he slammed the clothes onto the bed.