[Comprehensive] 100 ways to fight criminals

The new residence was three blocks away from Mrs. Hudson's, and with the constant traffic jams, it was a hassle to get there.

She should not go to Baker Street often in the future.

Or maybe it's time for her to establish a new social relationship and change her mindset.

Song Yiqiao spent a whole day shopping for basic necessities, carrying a bunch of big and small bags, and she refused the help of kind men from time to time on the way.After night fell, she took a taxi home and climbed upstairs easily.

She pushed open the door, threw everything aside, kicked off her high heels, and the long camel-colored windbreaker was casually hung on the hanger.Song Yiqiao lay lazily on the sofa, sighing comfortably.

It is so comfortable to live alone!

The phone's ringtone suddenly rang.

She picked up her phone and frowned uncomfortably when she saw the ringtone.The other party didn't intend to give her a chance to breathe, and the ringtone like a death charm kept repeating, as if she didn't want to give up, so she had no choice but to pick it up.

"Hello, what's the matter?"

That part of Hubert's voice was low: "Good evening, I heard that you have moved. How is the new house?"

Sure enough, it was the mafia, and the speed of receiving news was faster than Song Yiqiao imagined.In other words, Hubert paid more attention to her than expected, which made her very disturbed.

"Very good." Song Yiqiao replied perfunctorily, "Is there anything else? I'm going to get ready to rest."

"The Carol Hotel has a reception tomorrow night."

"...What?" She asked inexplicably.

"I sincerely invite you to be my companion."

Song Yiqiao subconsciously refused: "I'm not used to this kind of scene, sir, you should find a noble lady who is a celebrity."

"No, you're a good fit."

In the dark room, except for the cold moonlight pouring in from the window, there was no light at all. The man was sitting on the soft chair, and the tone of the phone was gentle and polite, like an ordinary friend.As he spoke, he stretched out his hand and stroked the pictures on the wall.

After lingering through a few photos with my fingertips, I finally stopped at a background photo of a banquet.

The protagonist in the photo is wearing a knee-length black velvet silk evening dress, and the white and tender skin reveals an ivory-like luster under the light, looking very attractive.

The man's fingertips lightly tapped her beautiful eyes that shone like stars, and did not move for a long time.

There was a smile on the corner of his lips, and his tone was gentle and harmless.

"Eight o'clock tomorrow night, okay?"

"What if I refuse?"

"Miss Song, all the funeral matters regarding the godson have been dealt with. I will fly back to Sicily after the dinner tomorrow. This is not an excessive request."

"..."

"The previous rash attitude made you feel uncomfortable. I'm sorry for that. Maybe it's because of the character of long-term life. I always unconsciously strengthen my desire to control. I tried to correct it, but it was too late. You know, It's very easy to develop a paranoid personality in that environment, and I really can't control it."

"I see."

"So, can you give me a chance to redeem myself? I don't want any regrets in London."

There was silence on the other end of the phone for a few seconds.

"it is good."

"I'll pick you up at eight o'clock tomorrow night." He paused, his voice so gentle that it was intoxicating, "Good night, I wish you a good dream."

"Good night."

After hanging up the phone, Hubert stared at the photo of the banquet, his deep black eyes did not blink for a long time.The young mafia godfather loses his kind appearance in the dark, and the twisted paranoia surges wildly in the bottomless eyes, which looks shocking.

His hand touched the position of Song Yiqiao's heart, as if holding her fresh and soft heart in his hand, he could tightly hold this woman's life.

Hubert's eyes are lingering and moving, like all young people who are addicted to love.

The hoarse, whispering voice was so clear in the empty room.

"You look charming tonight, Joe."

……

Song Yiqiao understands that there is no way to reason with Hubert. As he said, a habitual tough attitude has become his nature. Even though he looks gentle and harmless, in fact, his identity as a mafia has given him many conveniences.

Once used to that kind of life, few people are willing to give up, especially men.

So she has to be extremely cautious about tomorrow's dance.

Song Yiqiao covered his face and sighed.She could already anticipate everyone's sizing up and whispering after entering the hall. It is estimated that her identity would be uncovered by these celebrities in just a day or two.

It sucks to think about it.

She didn't sleep well that night, and she wasn't the only one who had difficulty falling asleep.

Song Yiqiao went to the newspaper office the next day to sort out the recent work. An Pu never pointed fingers at her behavior and criticized her. As long as she wrote a manuscript, she felt a little guilty for her senseless attitude.

Taking the wages of the newspaper office, and often absent from work, as an employee is simply too incompetent.

Song Yiqiao, who found out with conscience, decided to focus on work after finishing things carefully.Maybe she should learn to analyze some cases more, which will be good for herself.

A busy day continues until after get off work.

Song Yiqiao refused the invitation of his colleagues to have dinner together, and rushed home early.She had finished her shower and was drying her hair when she heard the doorbell ring.

"coming!"

Song Yiqiao opened the door with her wet long hair loose, and Hubert was wearing a black suit, with a tall, elegant and graceful figure.He smiled and handed over a handful of delicate lilies.

"Did I come too early?"

"No, please come in."

She took the flowers, replaced the wilted tulips, and carefully inserted the fresh ones into the vase.

From an angle that Song Yiqiao didn't pay attention to, Hubert looked at her loose wet long hair, freshly bathed flushed cheeks, slender and soft hands, and a pair of beautiful eyes, with an inexplicable smile on his lips meaning.

"Sorry, maybe I have to delay some time, I don't have a suitable evening dress."

—none at all.

"Happy to serve."

Hubert seemed to be in a good mood.

The two of them left quickly, and Song Yiqiao tried on clothes very quickly, but after a few pieces, the evening dress to be worn was finalized.Hubert had already paid the bill while she was trying on the clothes. When Song Yiqiao came out of the fitting room, his expression was gentle and focused, staring at the unbelievably beautiful woman across the way, unwilling to look away.

Song Yiqiao was a little terrified by his overly hot gaze, and avoided uncomfortably: "Can we go?"

"Wait a moment."

He squatted down, knelt down on one knee as if proposing marriage, and took out a pair of high heels.

"Put your feet up."

All the female customers and shopping guides in the store couldn't hide their envious glances, which made Song Yiqiao very embarrassed.She took a step back, but her ankle was held by a strong hand like a shackle, and there was a layer of hot temperature on the delicate skin.

Her goosebumps were all over her body, and she almost kicked out subconsciously.

"I can do it myself." Song Yiqiao's face was a little ugly, "Please let go."

Hubert didn't raise his head, the strength in his hands suddenly increased, and his gentle voice seemed to cool down: "Joe, I don't like people rejecting my kindness."

The atmosphere between the two was a little stiff for a while.

To other people, they looked like a couple fighting, but Song Yiqiao was so nervous that his forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat.

——The reminder of level one alert sounded again!

"it is good……"

She tried to stabilize Hubert's fluctuating emotions, slowly raised her feet, and asked the other party to put her high heels on her with great reluctance.

"Perfect." Hubert nodded reservedly as if admiring his own artwork.

Song Yiqiao suddenly felt an ominous premonition.Maybe Hubert is more difficult to grasp than she imagined. If the other party changes suddenly, I'm afraid she won't be able to react at all. She has to find a way to escape Hubert's control.

"I'm going to check out, you wait here for a while."

"I've already paid the bill." Hubert grabbed her arm, leaned over to her ear, his hoarse voice sounded low, "Don't try to escape, Joe, I have more power than you think Much more, you can't escape."

A few faint threats successfully made Song Yiqiao freeze in place.

"..."

Hubert let go, looked at the vigilant expression of his female companion, and suddenly said apologetically: "Sorry, I can't control my emotions again, did I scare you?"

"Nothing, let's go."

Song Yiqiao decided to keep silent as much as possible, and behaved a little obediently, but he had already started to plan a way out in his heart.

She can't sit still!