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The drunk Xia You was honest and obediently let Siming take her away.

"where are we going?"

The dizzy Xia You felt that he had never seen this road before, so he couldn't help asking Siming.

Amused and helpless, Siming held her hand and patiently explained to her, "Look over there, there is a small fountain at the door, that's our home."

Xia You murmured, pointed at the door and said, "But there is someone at the door!"

Siming turned around vigilantly and looked at the door, only to see an afterimage.

How could anyone?

Siming didn't have time to think, so he hurriedly led the people home.

Turn on the lights, and all the facilities in the house remain the same, without any trace of being tampered with.

Could it be that the person just came to step on the spot?

After getting the people settled first, Siming carefully closed the bedroom door, and first called the community security to ask them to pay more attention to suspicious people in the community.

Siming worriedly checked the whole house, but couldn't find anything suspicious.

The sofa, kitchen, and study are as quiet as ever.

In front of the huge glass window, Siming's shadow was reflected. She stood by the curtain, staring at the black figure downstairs.

In the dark night, he couldn't see the man's face clearly, but he could clearly feel the dangerous gaze, facing Si Ming.

Who is this person?

Siming picked up the phone and was about to call the police, but the phone rang before her.

"Buzzing—"

The phone screen suddenly lit up, showing that the incoming call was from an unfamiliar number.

Siming hesitated, and out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the man downstairs pointing to the cell phone that was clutched to his ear, as if signaling something.

Raising his throat in one breath, Siming thought to himself: He hit it?What does he want to do?

This feeling of being led by the nose made Siming a little irritable, but also a little scared.

Call the police!Call the police immediately!

Suddenly, the words of the beggar 11 years ago came to mind again: "In a few years, there will be a catastrophe."

Sima quickly forgot all about this matter, and now encountering weird events, he can't help but combine the two.

The number rang tirelessly, and Siming looked out the window again with a gloomy expression.

"You finally answered." The processed voice came from the other end of the phone.

Siming carefully wrote down every word the other said in his heart, and didn't answer him.

"Long time no see, Siming."

The moment he heard the other party slowly pronounce his name, Siming's breathing stopped.

Siming maintained his composure and asked coldly, "Who are you?"

"You're not scared! Hahahahaha, I thought you would go directly to the police."

The sizzling electric sound made people's scalp numb.

Siming clutched the curtain tightly, tried to keep his voice down, and asked in a low voice, "Who are you? Why do you know my name?"

The person opposite chuckled and said, "Did you forget me?"

Siming asked: "Who are you?"

"Don't worry, we will meet in a few days. Oh, by the way, remember to say hello to Xia You for me. Goodbye!"

"you--"

The phone was hung up mercilessly, and Siming was so nervous that her back was soaked. She fell down on the sofa, thinking over and over again what the man had said.

I know both Xia You and her, and after a search, it's just those high school classmates.

Zheng Yibing, Zhu Yiran, Su Xuanke, Ye Mu, An Tingnan or others?

These people were killed and wounded, and they couldn't find a suitable one for them.

Did that person just say we wanted to meet?

From what she said, it was obvious that she was an old friend who had known her for many years, but Siming couldn't figure out who this person was anyway.

"Click-"

The lights in the room suddenly brightened, and a long-haired figure floated in front of Siming silently, causing Siming to tremble in fright.

"So you haven't slept yet." Xia You woke up in the middle of the night and found no one around, so he ran to the living room.

Siming swallowed, pretending to be relaxed, and said, "You go first, I'll come right away."

Xia You yawned for a long time, then left slowly and went back to sleep.

There was no clue about these things for a while, so Siming could only find some bodyguards to guard by his side to prevent accidents.

Siming felt uneasy, and opened the webpage again.

Sure enough, there have been small-scale personal attacks on Xia You on the Internet, all of which are revelations of unknown origin, coupled with some bloody marketing copywriting, which has attracted many people who don't know why.

In addition to what happened before, all of this seemed to be a premeditated trap, and the targets were vaguely pointed at Siming and Xia You.

Siming pressed her brows hard, who on earth had such a big grudge with her?

Xia You's performance was relatively calm. After listening to what Siming said, he said, "You can say whatever the netizens like, and I don't have much reputation; as for the phone call, let's call the police."

"Wait, why are you so calm?"

Xia You replied seriously: "Because if the sky falls, there will still be you."

Siming laughed angrily at her answer.

"In fact, I work in the research institute every day. What I see every day are documents that can't speak, and I don't have much contact with people. What they say can't affect me. I really don't feel much about the outside world. Even if you want to be afraid, you can’t be afraid.”

Xia You has been so well protected by Siming all these years, she is carefree and lives a nourishing life comparable to that of a god.

Siming pressed Xia You's forehead, and said happily, "That's all, I'll support you when the sky falls."

Sim Ming doesn't want Xia You to be disturbed too much, simple and worry-free, this is the life she hopes to give Xia You.

Xia You chooses a career she likes, and she supports it wholeheartedly, both spiritually and financially.

When Xia You chose this unpopular path, Sim Ming "filled Xia You with chicken soup" every day to make her persist.

There is probably no second person in the world who understands Xia You's love for history better than Siming. Asking her to give up what she loves is tantamount to destroying a person's dream.

Xia You was reluctant, and Siming was even more reluctant to see Xia You sad.

This single-choice question for most people was changed by Siming into a multiple-choice question so that Xia You could fully devote himself to his career.

In short, half of Xia You's success comes from Siming.

Without Siming, Xia You's ending would be the same tragedy as in her previous life.

But things often don't go as planned.

It's already nine o'clock, and Xia You hasn't come home yet.

Siming had some things to deal with urgently, so she sent Xia You a message to ask her to take a taxi home by herself.

As a result, Siming went home, and Xia You was not at home.

I sent her dozens of messages, but no one responded, and the phone couldn't be reached.

Siming was worried, picked up the phone and was about to call the police, when a marked number suddenly lit up.

"Hello." Siming swipe open the screen with trembling fingertips.

"Si Ming!"

The voice seemed to come from a distant place, with echoes, this voice was very familiar to Siming - it was Xia You's voice!