Chen Yan said lightly.

And the woman lying on his bed did not look at her.

She closed her eyes.

The crow-like eyelashes, when viewed up close, look even blacker.

A clear tear on the eyelashes, trembling slightly, slipping down.

She just opened her eyes, the phoenix eyes were as black as a hidden spring, and she looked at him calmly, and her lips hooked up with mockery.

"Ren Ying, thank you young marshal."

*

Xia Ling returned to the Great Marshal's Mansion.

Until more than eleven o'clock in the evening, the lights of the Marshal's Mansion were turned on, and there was some movement, saying that Chen Hailin was back.

There is no maid ring around Xia Ling who dares to serve, and she comes to everything by herself.

stabbed Chen Yan, the housekeeper's attitude towards her was not cold, and the attitude of the people was average.

The Baiyuan where Chen Hailin lives is next door to Songyuan.

They are all small two-story western-style buildings.

Xia Linggang turned off the lights.

Pebbles were thrown into her room through the window.

Her eyes moved, and she leaned in to look.

Under the window, stood Chen Hailin, who stood in the dark, long and handsome.

Hi Hi said: "Host, Chen Hailin went to Ren's house during the day, and when he heard that you attempted suicide, he went to the dock and sat there until late at night." ”

Sitting late at night?

Xia Ling's eyes moved.

She changed into a plain cheongsam and went downstairs.

*

In the night, the woman wore a pale white shawl on her arm, a plain blue cheongsam, and a cloud embroidery.

This figure is slender, the black hair is like a cloud, and the neck is slender and fair, elegant and charming.

However, looking at this Tingting figure.

Originally, he wanted to question her.

But now, a faint scent of gardenia lingers.

Chen Hailin's eyes dimmed a little.

Ren Ying has always used Western perfume and wears Western skirts.

has been with her for so long, Chen Hailin has never seen her dressed like this.

Not to mention –

The girl has always been smooth and gentle, and from her eyes, she never knows what silence is.

Sitting alone at the dock, Chen Hailin thought a lot.

His anger ...... After knowing that Ren Ying hung his neck for him, it stopped abruptly.

*

A body of eyes as deep as the night stared at Xia Ling's face.

The handsome man stood under the tree, still dressed in his day's clothes.

White shirt, gray suit vest, suit trousers.

Compared with Qingjun during the day, this dress looks wrinkled now, probably because he has been following the owner at the dock for a long time, and there is still some smell of the dock man.

"Hailin, what's wrong?" Xia Ling opened her mouth gently and elegantly.

Chen Hailin looked at him, and his handsome face looked a little trance-like, as if he was looking at someone next to him through her.

Standing in front of Chen Hailin, Xia Ling frowned slightly, feeling some pressure.

In the plot, Chen Hailin is a scholar-type man.

He is handsome and elegant, talented, but slightly inferior in emotional intelligence.

But at this moment, looking at Chen Hailin in front of him, Xia Ling felt that his eyes were ...... Not quite right.

"You're not her, are you?"

A faint and clear voice sounded in the night.

The man's trance-like expression gradually became clear, and his wise and firm gaze looked at Xia Ling's face.

"You're not her."

This time again.

Only this time, Chen Hailin's tone was a little bitter.

"Ren Ying...... She's dead. ”

*

Xia Ling's eyes darkened, and she didn't wait for her to speak.

In my head, the system had already sounded a sharp warning sound.

"Alarm alert! The host, the identity has been seen through, if Chen Hailin continues to speak, the way of heaven is approaching, and the world will collapse! ”