Reborn as a handsome young master

Jian He brought Yan Ye outside the villa.

Human body infrared can see the situation in the villa at a glance.

Jian He pointed to the four people in the living room on the first floor, "Little people, it's not important. Look here." His fingertips moved to the room on the east side of the second floor, "Here are the important people."

"Why do you say that?" Yan Ye glanced, but didn't see any way out.

Jian He pointed to the yellow-red thermal images who were standing or sitting, "Look at the positions and directions of these people standing, the closer they are, the more people there are, and everyone's posture is either sitting or standing, only him Lying on the bed alone."

Yan Ye took a serious look and found that it was so.There are only four people on the first floor, but there are more than ten people scattered on the second floor near the bedroom.If I didn't use infrared, I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to see it.

Jian He moved his gaze from infrared to the villa, pointed to the balcony on the second floor and said, "Go and distract people, I'll go directly to the balcony."

Yan Ye nodded, "Then be careful."

"Okay." Jian He got out of the car and dodged to a nearby blind spot.She is tall, but she has a slender figure. She squeezed inside in the middle of the night and didn't notice a living person standing here without looking carefully.

Yan Ye's way of attracting people is simple and rude.

The car quickly retreated 50 meters, followed by a huge roar of the accelerator in the quiet night, the car body drew a black line in the air like a beast, and rushed into the villa with a roar!

The modified off-road is sturdy and hard, accompanied by 'Boom——! ' crashed through the wall of the outer courtyard and slammed into the room directly, making an astonishing crashing sound.

Attracted by the crash, Jian He quickly walked to the back of the balcony, took a few steps to climb up the outer wall, and turned over neatly to enter the balcony.

Cheng Yanxiao was awakened by the loud impact downstairs, and then saw a figure jumping in from the balcony.

There was only a weak night light left in the room, and he stepped forward without hesitation to switch off the night light.Sensitive as a cat, it hides in the shadows.

His vigilance seemed to be overdrawn in advance and returned to this frail body.

The figure on the balcony came to the window, and with a crisp 'click' sound, the man kicked the cracked glass into the room.

Jian He looked down at the miniature version of the infrared watch, a small red shadow huddled in the corner, surprisingly cute

"Are you awake?" The woman's voice was strangely hoarse, but the tone should be soft.

Cheng Yanxiao hid in the shadows, and could only see a tall silhouette entering the room.He worked quietly, without making any sound.

The man walked towards his hiding place without any mistake.

Cheng Yanxiao realized that she should have some means to see herself.Seeing her getting closer and closer, he reacted extremely quickly, rushed out like a leopard with lightning speed, and punched her in the face neatly!

Seeing his thin figure, Jian He subconsciously slowed down his strength to block it.Unexpectedly, he made a feint, turned around and landed on her cheek with a horizontal kick, then turned and ran.

Cheng Yanxiao's two moves are coherent and smooth, very skillful.The strength requirements for the waist and limbs are extremely high.His posture is impeccable, but the strength of his kick is a bit of a joke.

Jian He wiped his face casually, looked at his figure running out, somehow felt that his series of attacks just now were somewhat familiar.

She followed behind him like a hunter, and saw him shouting in a hoarse voice downstairs - Huo Lang.

The corridor outside the room was brightly lit, and Jian He looked at Cheng Yanxiao's back—the back of his neck was wrapped in a thin layer of skin, the butterfly bones were hidden through his clothes while running, and his bare four feet were slender and white, Like a section of green bamboo.

Cheng Yanxiao has already arrived at the stairs, and the downstairs is like a storm entering the frenzy.The broken wood on the wall is intertwined with blood, and the black off-roader is screaming like a beast and sticking its head in the living room, splitting the sofa in two.

Uncle Da should have happened to be standing nearby, with a cut on his forehead, dripping blood.

Cheng Yanxiao was instantly irritated, and angrily turned his head to stare at the people behind him

——Jian He?

Jian He looked at Cheng Yanxiao's irritated little beast and turned his head to look at it, but then became puzzled and puzzled.

It seems that she doesn't understand why the person chasing him is her?

Jian He looked at his face.His complexion is extremely pale, but his appearance is very marked, more eye-catching than some of the current starlets, but he is too thin, and the unnatural purple at the corners of his lips also shows that his physical condition is very bad.

"Hello." Jian He smiled, "Can I invite you to my house as a guest?"

Cheng Yanxiao's whole body tensed up.

Jian He felt too familiar to him. The person who had this familiarity had been buried deep in the loess by him many years ago, but now he forcibly squeezed through the ground and protruded tender buds.

He tried to take a deep breath, refusing to project her onto that relative.

"This is how you invite people?" Cheng Yanxiao pointed to the melee downstairs.

"I'm sorry." Jian He said without any apology, "After all, there are too many people protecting you, and the only way to see you is to do so."

Cheng Yanxiao stood where he was, frowning tightly.

If he had known that the person who came in was Jian He, he might have chosen to pretend to be asleep.

"I don't want to hurt you." Jian He raised his hands to signal, the corner of his right eyebrow was raised slightly, which seemed to be teasing, "Look, I don't have a weapon on me."

Jian He's gesture of raising his hands and slightly raised eyebrows suddenly coincided with a certain figure in his mind.

Cheng Yanxiao's mind circled lightning and thunder, and a bolt of lightning hit his nerves all the way to the end.

Cheng Yanxiao stared at her closely, his eyes flicked back and forth between her bright eyes and straight nose, and finally settled on her eyes, which were white and smooth, without the little mole he was familiar with.

Cheng Yanxiao's silence was regarded by Jian Heming as stubborn resistance.

"Good boy, if you don't want to, I may have to resort to violence." Jian He said, his right hand lightly pressed his left index finger, making a soft bone-to-bones sound.

——This was her subconscious action before she made a move when he had disputes with Cheng Xin in the past, maybe it was for intimidation, or maybe it was to loosen the bones.

All her small actions gradually awakened the people who should have rested in the loess.

Cheng Yanxiao breathed in surprise.

He took a step back and asked tentatively, "Why did you take Cheng Yanxiao's body away?"

"Oh? Do you know Yan Xiao?" Jian He approached him step by step, looking carefully at his gorgeous and thin skin.

Cheng Yanxiao backed away slowly, his voice tense: "Who are you?"

"Guess?" Jian He laughed inexplicably when he saw his retreating movement. "I said, I won't hurt you, I just want to invite you back to my house as a guest."

Cheng Yanxiao's back had already reached the wall.

His expression was agitated, his eyes stayed in the air for a short time and then fell on Jian He's face.

He opened his lips silently, as if he wanted to say something, but finally closed them silently.

"What's wrong?" Jian He approached him with small steps. "You look nervous?"

Every step she took seemed to be stepping on Jian He's heart. He had seen this familiar gesture too much, and it had been deeply seared into his mind.

Something seemed to be on the horizon.His jaw was clenched and his throat rolled up and down.As Jian He approached again, he suddenly gave up all resistance and made a very weak sound.

"……sister"

"En?" Cheng Yanxiao's voice was too soft, and Jian He made a puzzled monotone.

Cheng Yanxiao breathed tremblingly, his voice trembling in the air, "...Cheng, Cheng Xin?"

Jian He's indifferent expression was fixed on his face like a mask.

In the next second, her eyes were as sharp as an eagle, and she was armed all over her body in an instant.

"Who are you?" Her back was tense, and the muscles of her whole body appeared ready to go.It seems that if there is a disagreement, they will pounce on him and tear his thin skin.

"Cheng Xin." Cheng Yanxiao seemed certain that he was Cheng Xin.His mind uncontrollably returned to the photo full of gunpowder smoke and the thin ice coffin with only clothes left.

Over the past ten years, the absence of the 'family' has made his eyes reddened, and every word has a taste of gnashing his teeth, "Cheng Xin? Cheng Xin, Cheng Xin!"

Jian He's face was gloomy.

Cheng Yanxiao rushed forward without skill, trying to hold her hand.

But Jian He, who was on guard, punched him to the ground.

The sound of the fist hitting the flesh was extraordinarily light and crisp.He was beaten to the ground, looking pale at the blanket on the ground, and said in a hoarse voice: "I personally put your clothes into the same cemetery as my parents." His voice was choked with sobs, "Since you are not dead , why haven't you contacted me for ten years?"

Cheng Yanxiao's words were like hitting Jian He's forehead with a hammer, and her head was buzzing.

- No, not like!

The person in front of him is nothing like Yan Xiao, he is thin and weak, and a gust of wind can blow him to the sky.More importantly, Yan and Yan Xiao's bodies are obviously well protected by her.

"Because I don't listen to you, so you don't want me? Are you angry because I became a drug policeman?" Cheng Yanxiao looked up at her, the redness and swelling on his cheeks made him look very embarrassed.

He stretched out his little finger to hook the tail hook of her right hand like when he was a child, and called, "Sister."

Jian He's tense expression washed away like a torrent.

She looked at Cheng Yanxiao in astonishment and shock, and said in disbelief, "What did you call me?"

Cheng Yanxiao hooked her little finger.The temperature here was indeed as frighteningly cold as Yan Sijing said. He turned to look at the pant leg of her right foot, where the metal pole cast a cold light under the light.

"You can retire!" Cheng Yanxiao breathed heavily, and growled, "Why didn't you retreat? Why did you make me think you were dead?"

Twenty kilometers away.

Huo Lang looked at the empty villa in front of him, his eyes rose like a faint phosphorescent fire in the night, "Go back, go back quickly!"

Jian He didn't seem to know where to start, she was so shocked that she couldn't recover for a long time.

But at this moment, the situation changed suddenly.

Cheng Yanxiao's over-excited emotions finally caused his frail body to collapse like a snow mountain.His pale face instantly turned purple, and he held his chest and let out a constricted and painful gasp. His whole body was like a super-charged bow, and his back bent into a tight arc.

"Yan Xiao." Jian He hugged him in shock.

When she was really hugged in her arms, she realized how skinny her younger brother was now after changing his shell.

Strange lip color, Yan Sijing, the child, Yan Xiao's body... everything is like a mess of threads, Jian He's forehead is covered with cold sweat: "You want to return to your body? You can return to your own body." body?"

The squeeze from his heart made his throat tighten up, and countless veins in his neck burst out with pain.

Jian He pressed his trembling body tightly, "What about the medicine, is there any medicine that can relieve it?"

In the heart, the shard of glass that had been hidden deep in the heart finally showed its prestige. Its sharp edge cut a tiny opening along with the flow of blood.

This was a wound that could overdraw Cheng Yanxiao's life in advance.

He groaned in pain.

The blood gushing from the heart and lungs blocked his breathing, his toes were straightened tightly, a fishy smell rose from his throat, and a puddle of blood spit out from the side of his head.

Red blood sprayed onto Jian He's chest, and a few drops fell on Cheng Yanxiao's white cotton pajamas, like a field of delicate and decayed wintersweet.