You, don't flirt!

Du Wenjin looked down the porch of Qingquan Clubhouse, and sure enough, he saw a dark black car parked under the steps.

The model and license plate of the car were caught by Du Wenjin's eyes. The corners of his lips twitched, and a little coolness crept into his eyes.

While going down the steps in front of the porch, Du Wenjin called Hou Qin.

"Aqin."

"Master, are you done?"

"No, I have to go to another place later."

"I'll go pick you up."

"...No need."

Du Wenjin glanced at the middle-aged manager who was next to her with a half-smile, and looked away while the other party was bowing.

"Someone probably sent a special car and waited for me for a long time. You just drive over and follow the car I got on."

Hou Qin frowned slightly, and after thinking about it, he still asked, "Master, you have to be careful about your own safety."

When Du Wenjin heard this, the corners of his mouth were slightly curled into a mockery, and he raised his feet and walked towards the car.

"Fang Zhihuai's private car, I still can't recognize it."

Coming up to the car, Du Wenjin glanced at the serial number plate with 0s, "It's a bad taste."

"..."

Hou Qin was silent for a moment, but still wisely chose to change the subject: "Master, I have seen you, get in the car, I will follow behind."

Du Wenjin responded, followed the door opened by the middle-aged manager, hung up the phone and got in the car.

The car drove out, Hou Qin also started the car, followed closely behind.

"Miaomiao."

In the car, Hou Qin glanced at the girl who hadn't spoken for a long time from the rearview mirror.

"Call Mr. Fang and ask."

"..."

Fang Miaomiao turned her face sideways, looked at Hou Qin, and slightly curled the corner of her lower lip.

But after a few seconds of pause, she still took out her phone as she said.

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After Fang Zhihuai hung up the phone, his face was already very gloomy.

He held the phone down and pressed a few buttons, then pulled the receiver over: "Ask Zhou Yuan to meet me in the study."

A minute later, someone knocked on the door of the study.

"Enter."

Zhou Yuan pushed the door open and came in, stopped after a few steps, lowered his head slightly with his jaw closed.

"Mr. Fang, you are looking for me."

"...is it your idea?"

Zhou Yuan froze, and after a few seconds he raised his head: "Sorry, Mr. Fang."

"..."

The cap of the pen was closed with a click, and the man sitting behind the desk kept his palms together for quite a while.

"When did I allow you to meddle in my private affairs?"

"...Sorry, Mr. Fang. I just think that Young Master Du should know the truth about the kidnapping incident five years ago; and what you did for him, he should—"

"Shouldn't it?" Fang Zhihuai suddenly cut off his voice, looked up, his eyes were as dark as the night outside the window, "When is it your turn to judge for me?"

Zhou Yuan lowered his head: "Mr. Fang, I accept the punishment."

"..."

Fang Zhihuai placed the pen on the table with care, and before he could speak, the phone next to him rang.

Fang Zhihuai suppressed the violent emotion in his eyes, and picked up the microphone.

"Mr. Fang, Young Master Du is in your private car. He has already reached the first guard post. Do you want to let him in?"

Fang Zhihuai was silent for a moment, "Come in, and take them directly to the main house."

"Yes, Mr. Fang."

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Du Wenjin sat in the car and looked out. In the scenery outside the car that was gradually decelerating, the outline of the huge house was faintly visible in the night.

After a while, the car body stopped under the high stone steps in front of the main house.

The driver got out of the car, walked around to the back seat, and opened the door.

Du Wenjin got out of the car.

A little scarlet fire shone on the corner of his lips.

The light from the main house not far away falls here, and a little smoke can be vaguely seen, enveloping in front of that delicate face.

Du Wenjin smiled and bit the thin cigarette lazily, lifted her trousers, and stepped up the stone steps.

But before he reached the main entrance, he was stopped by someone.

The security guard of the main house looked at him solemnly.

"Sir, please cooperate."

Du Wenjin's eyes twitched, and the tear mole twitched, "What do you cooperate with?"

"Before entering the house, you must search your body. This is a rule, please cooperate."

Hearing this, Du Wenjin lowered his head with a low smile, and raised his hand to pick up the cigarette from his lips.

"——If I really want to do what Fang Zhihuai does, can he live until today?!"

At the end of the sentence, he raised his head again. Although there was still a smile on his face, his gaze was already sharp and compelling.

Hearing Du Wenjin call Fang Zhihuai's name directly, the security guard frowned.But when he looked down the stone steps, he saw Fang Zhihuai's private car that had brought Du Wenjin here before.

It is expected that this person's identity is not ordinary, the security guard can only suppress the voice.

"Sorry, sir, please forgive me. We too-"

Before the security could finish his last sentence, the door of the main house behind him opened from the inside.

Fang Zhihuai followed Zhou Yuan and came out from the door.

"...Tsk."

Du Wenjin's eyes narrowed slightly, and there was a cold smile in her beautiful peach eyes, "Mr. Fang, it's really not easy to meet you now—you even have to search your house?"

His voice paused, and he rolled his eyes with a half-smile.

"... Seeing that you live so carefully, do you do too many bad things?"

As soon as he went out, he was ridiculed for a long time in front of his subordinates, and Fang Zhihuai's eyes showed a little helplessness.

Even though Du Wenjin's wording and almost rude attitude made those security guards with straight waists couldn't help stealing glances, the two people standing opposite each other still showed no restraint.

Du Wenjin took a step forward while holding a cigarette, and the security guards on both sides took half a step back and stopped in front of him.

"Where is Gu Jing?"

Fang Zhihuai's eyes sank.After silently staring at Du Wenjin for two seconds, he turned to Zhou Yuan.

"What about people?"

Zhou Yuan bowed his head: "It's been sent to the underground wine cellar."

"..."

Fang Zhihuai's eyebrow peak moved slightly.

Du Wenjin heard it from the side, and the smile faded from the corner of her lips.

"You won't be cruel to a woman because of that report?"

Before Fang Zhihuai could speak, Zhou Yuan answered first.

"Master Du, I'm handling this matter, including asking you to come here, that's what I mean—don't misunderstand Mr. Fang."

"……yes?"

Du Wenjin raised his hand, and he held the slender cigarette to his lips, "Can I go in and see her now?"

The security guard who stopped the people looked at Fang Zhihuai.

——After seeing Fang Zhihuai and Du Wenjin's communication process, they can naturally see that Du Wenjin is much closer to Fang Zhihuai than his confidant Zhou Yuan.

What surprised the two security guards was that Fang Zhihuai's eyes fell on Du Wenjin, and his thin lips parted slightly——

"When you enter the house, you must be searched. The rules cannot be broken."

"..."

Du Wenjin paused, and after a while, he bit his cigarette and raised his jaw to look at Fang Zhihuai.

There was a slight smile in the amber eyes.

The security guard came to his senses and wanted to move, but before he raised his hand in front of Du Wenjin, he was suppressed by Fang Zhihuai's voice——

"I come."

Fang Zhihuai lifted his foot and walked over.

That point of scarlet trembled slightly on her lips.

Du Wenjin narrowed her eyes as she looked at the man approaching.

Fang Zhihuai turned a blind eye, walked up to him indifferently, and stopped.

"Jin'er, raise your arms."

"..."

That most intimate address made the security guards on the side swayed at the same time, and then turned their eyes away under great pressure.

Du Wenjin bit her cigarette and squeezed out the sound of words through her teeth——

"Are you fucking serious?"

"No more swearing."

Fang Zhihuai's voice was calm, and it seemed to be only slightly lower than usual.

His eyes fell on the cigarette that was pressed between Du Wenjin's bright red lips, and his sharp eyebrows frowned.

"... Quit smoking as soon as possible."

As he spoke, he raised his hand and pinched the cigarette, trying to pull it out with a little force.

"..."

Du Wenjin was so angry that the corners of her eyes were slightly red, she clenched her mouth tightly and refused to let go.

"……obedient."

The man lowered his eyes.

Where no one else could see, the gentleness in those black pupils was in a mess.

But Du Wenjin couldn't hear his coddling childish tone, and immediately said, "You—"

Before he could finish a word, the man took the opportunity to smoke the cigarette in his hand.

In those black pupils, there was a faint smile after clearly succeeding.

"..."

Du Wenjin was so angry that he went offline rationally for two seconds. When he came back to his senses, he had already viciously bit the side of the man's hand that hadn't left.

With all kinds of long-standing grievances, almost immediately, Du Wenjin tasted the fishy and sweet taste of blood in his mouth.

The security guards next to him were stunned.

At first, some of them instinctively moved their hands to the back of their waists, but when they clearly saw that their boss didn't even frown, but instead looked at the young master of the Du family with a slightly raised lip corner, everyone agreed in unison. Pretending not to see, looking in various directions - as long as the eyes of the two people in the middle can be staggered.

"..."

Du Wenjin looked at those eyes that were already bottomlessly dark for two seconds in silence, then slowly opened his mouth and took half a step back.

He glanced at the man's blood-oozing palm.

After a pause, Du Wenjin felt guilty and wanted to turn away.

It's a pity that his action was a bit late——Fang Zhihuai finally suppressed all kinds of unspeakable desires and lowered his eyes, his eyes fell down inadvertently, and then he saw a little stain on the cigarette holder he was holding. Shiny water.

The man's eyes suddenly deepened.

He clasped his palms together and grabbed the still-lit cigarette into his palm.

With his other hand, he pressed the back of the neck of the young man in front of him, leaned over and kissed him.

——This is a kiss with the slight heat of a cigarette, and then it burns into the bottom of my heart.

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