Xiang Fengyu skillfully tied himself into a low ponytail, and then let the person in front of him look at him.
"Anywhere else hurt?"
Yan Xingyue looked elsewhere.
Xiang Fengyu pursed his lips: "My butt hurts."
Previously, when I was holding my opponent's shoulders, pulling his white coat and stuffing it into his nostrils, he was accidentally thrown off and fell flat on his back.
Yan Xingyue: "......"
"Go back and wipe it yourself."
He threw the entire pill bottle over.
Xiang Fengyu took it. She knew it was a good thing. It had only been a while since her neck no longer hurt so much.
Putting the things into her pocket, she looked back at Jiang Zhi, who was surprised by the way the two of them got along: "What's going on?"
Yan Xingyue didn't even move his eyelids.
"Picked up a stray dog."
Xiang Fengyu: "..."
Jiang Zhi:? ? ?
"Ahem...what about that? You heard it wrong."
Xiang Fengyu explained to Jiang Zhi in the back seat with some embarrassment.
The latter blinked.
His ears are not short-sighted.
"Why did you say it in front of others? How embarrassing."
Looking at Yan Xingyue driving, he leaned towards Feng Yu and muttered softly.
Smelling the medicinal fragrance on her neck, she couldn't help but say: "Yueyue, I smell like you now."
The thinking is very divergent.
Yan Xingyue watched her tie a ponytail behind her head and said nothing.
After struggling all day, Xiang Fengyu couldn't help but fall asleep.
Her head hit the car glass and she woke up in a daze.
"Um...are we here yet?"
Xiang Fengyu opened his eyes and was dumbfounded.
"Um!!!?"
teacher! Where is our Zihan! ?
"Why is our family gone?"
She turned to look at Yan Xingyue beside her.
The place where the huge mansion originally stood was now empty with only a piece of land left.
The Yan family is located in a quiet mountain forest, surrounded by undeveloped trees and lakes.
Now that the house is gone, the large empty space in the middle is very abrupt.
"Underneath."
Yan Xingyue got out of the car and roughly pulled Jiang Zhi off the back seat with one hand.
Then, under Xiang Fengyu's dumbfounded expression, they stepped on someone's feet without knowing where they were, and then the entire land they stepped on began to collapse.
When Xiang Fengyu saw light again, he had already arrived at the familiar garage.
The light strips surrounding the wall lit up in a cool way. Before Xiang Fengyu had time to speak, the conveyor belt that suddenly lit up under his feet began to slide forward.
Delivered her directly to her doorstep.
Xiang Fengyu looked at the dilapidated door in front of him, then looked up at the huge transparent protective shield that separated the entire house from the ground, and the light source that was enough to replace the sun.
"you………"
Xiang Fengyu took a breath of cold air.
"You spent all your money on this!?"
She turned around in disbelief and looked at Yan Xingyue, who was carrying Jiang Zhi with a calm expression.
The latter nodded.
[I just said he doesn’t smoke, drink, or gamble, so why is he so damn stingy! 】
[All the co-authorship money is used to fund this technology! ! 】
Xiang Fengyu never thought that there was such a place underground.
Not only her, but also Jiang Zhi was like a local dog entering the village.
"Wait...where did you get the money?"
Xiang Fengyu chased after Yan Xingyue and asked.
Yan Xingyue didn't say anything about the hackers, but only told her: "You earn money by killing people."
Xiang Fengyu: OK OK
Throwing Jiang Zhi into the room that was supposed to be the servant's room, Yan Xingyue went upstairs to change clothes.
"Show me your hands."
When he came down, Xiang Fengyu still had an expression on his face that he couldn't accept.
"No, it's okay."
Without showing her, Yan Xingyue approached the sofa, raised his hand to lift her hair and looked at her neck closer.
The ointment worked very well, and the original bruises were no longer so serious.
"You moved the house...underground, are you afraid that the Jiang family will come looking for you?"
Xiang Fengyu asked him.
Yan Xingyue sat down next to her and nodded: "Yes."
"Xiang Dongchen and Jiang Zhiying have joined forces."
The two families who were supposed to be at odds with him secretly suddenly joined forces to everyone's surprise.
This matter was not in Yan Xingyue's plan.
Xiang Fengyu was surprised when he heard Xiang Dongchen's name.
"Because of me?"
she asked quietly.
Yan Xingyue shook his head.
"no."
Xiang Dongchen was afraid that he knew it was him who did what happened to Tiger.
"So why did you kidnap Jiang Zhi back at this time?"
She was a little confused.
Yan Xingyue has not done anything for so many years. Why did he take Jiang Zhi away when the Xiang family and the Jiang family joined forces.
Yan Xingyue confidently gave Xiang Fengyu an unexpected answer.
"I saw him on the road and kidnapped him."
Xiang Fengyu: "..."
? ? ?
What does it mean that you were kidnapped when you saw him on the road? May I ask? ? ?
"Xiang Xia took Xiang Shilan out of the country."
Without continuing the discussion, Yan Xingyue suddenly changed the topic.
Xiang Fengyu failed to follow his thoughts for a moment.
"Why don't you reveal your identity?"
Yan Xingyue glanced at the bruises on her neck and asked.
"identity?"
"Well, Xiang Fengyu's identity."
Ye Lan can tell everyone that she is Xiang Shilan.
Why can't Xiang Fengyu say that he is Xiangfeng Yu?
"Identity has its pros and cons, but if you want to get back the hard work you put in many years ago, this is the shortcut."
Otherwise, how could two stranger authors steal each other's manuscripts?
Xiang Fengyu's eyes widened: "You know?"
Yan Xingyue mentioned the matter of lights going out.
"Ok, I know."
"I also know that you are the author of the lights out."
Xiang Fengyu looked into his emotionless black eyes and suddenly wanted to cry again.
No one believes that Lights Out was written by the original author.
Even if she repeated it over and over again.
But now, someone took the initiative to tell her.
He knew that the real author of "Lights Off" was Xiang Fengyu.
Xiang Fengyu wished that the original owner was still there at this moment.
"Yueyue, are you the hair on my body? Why do you know everything?"
Yan Xingyue: "......"
Here comes the amazing metaphor.
"I've thought about it too, but my identity..."
The original owner had thought about it, but once it became known that she was the third child, it might not matter whether she wrote "Lights Off" or not.
"Xiang Dongchen won't let anyone know."
Yan Xingyue shook his head.
"Even if you have severed your relationship, in order for the company not to be affected, Xiang Dongchen will not let the public know your true origin."
After Xiang Fengyu returned to the room, he kept thinking about what he said.
Compared to her method, this method is indeed simpler.
It is also more suitable for fighting against Xiang Shilan.
She was lying on the bed and thinking deeply. She caught a glimpse of something in her peripheral vision and suddenly sat up.
"Huh?"
Picking up the brand new butterfly knife that had been placed on the bedside table for some time, he blinked slowly at Feng Yu.
She didn't know yet that Yan Xingyue went out at this time.
'Click'.
The sound of the electronic door lock being unlocked was very clear in the quiet night.
Lying on the bed, Tian Tian, who couldn't sleep because of the pain from the wound, looked towards the source of the sound in confusion.
This is not nurse round time.
"Tian Tian."
In the darkness, a thin figure stood silently beside the bed.
Tian Tian sensed something was wrong and struggled to call the nurse, but unfortunately the man moved before she could ask for help.
"ah!!!!!!!"
A sharp wail echoed throughout the ward.
With their fingers connected to their hearts, the pain of having their fingernails pulled out was painful and painful.
The man's voice was still calm.
"You should be grateful that you are still useful."
Then comes the index finger.
“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.”
Tian Tian rolled over on the bed in pain, not caring about the open and bleeding wound.
The people who came were pulling them out one by one, but their shrill shouting did not attract anyone.
Tian Tian was clearly and desperately suffering.
