Rebirth of the Famous Wife: Li Shao and the Thief

On the other side, country S.

While Tang Nuan was thinking about painting just now, Song Yijun was already on the side of Country S and had already walked up the stairs of the tea house.

She could hear her own footsteps, falling clearly on the wooden partition of the stairs, one after another...

Then, Song Yijun seemed to have plucked up his courage and went straight to the second floor in one breath.

After going up, Song Yijun was stunned.

Because in the second floor at this time, there were at least twenty bodyguards in black in the teahouse, which was originally not very large.

These bodyguards were cold-spoken, wearing a pair of black sunglasses, they looked like they had been professionally trained.

In the center of these bodyguards, there is a magnificent grandmaster chair made of pure gold silk nanmu.

There is a man on the chair.

This man is Baicheng.

I saw that although he was sitting arbitrarily on an armchair, he still could see that he was very tall, wearing a gray suit, and his white hair was very eye-catching.

And under the anime-like white hair, there is a white and delicate face that is so beautiful that even a woman can admire it!

Although the facial features are not very handsome, they are so exquisite and sharp, and Song Yijun stared blankly for a moment.

There are many handsome guys in this world. Most of them have thick eyebrows and big eyes, and they are generally very beautiful, but they are not only beautiful, but they also have a little roughness, full of a taste of male hormones.

But this rough feeling didn't exist in the man in front of him.

Although Baicheng is tall and tall, his face is extremely delicate, and his facial features are even more delicate than a 3d doll.

No matter the nose or the eyes, they all seem to be artificially fabricated, so small and handsome.

At a glance, how does this person look like a big boss in charge of the entire dungeon? Obviously it is the beautiful young man who came out of Japanese anime...

Looking at the man in front of him, Song Yijun was dumbfounded, not knowing what to say.

But there is another reason why she dare not speak, that is, the temperament of this man is very, very cold!

To put it ugly, the cold air emanating from Baicheng's body is exactly the same as the cold air in the morgue in the hospital.

That cold feeling, as if you would be frozen three feet by saying a word to him.

"You are Song Yijun, right?"

Suddenly, Song Yijun did not speak, but Bai Cheng spoke first.

What is surprising is that his voice is quite nice, gentle and cool.

Of course, for such a person, Song Yijun absolutely can't appreciate it or dare not appreciate it, so she can only replied cleverly, "It's me."

"Hmm, the long one is pretty beautiful." Bai Cheng said with a chuckle, with a casual tone in his tone, "Then do you know who I am?"

"Yang, of course I know."

Song Yijun winced and nodded, as if he didn't dare to look directly into Bai Cheng's eyes.

Then she said nervously, "Aren't you the manager of this underground city, Baicheng?"

Who expected Baicheng to sneer after hearing this, "Is this all Gu Jun told you?"

That inattentive attitude is not only not scary at all, but also inexplicably cute?

However, Song Yijun decisively regarded the impression of "cute" as his own illusion. After all, thinking about it, you know that someone who can build such a brilliant dungeon is absolutely not cute!

So Song Yijun still maintained a high level of security and replied, "Yes, Gu Jun is my former subordinate in China. He usually tells me what I ask."

"Really?" Baicheng smiled carelessly after hearing this, "but this little bastard, never listens to me."

Upon hearing this, Song Yijun's face was pale and smiled, "Why? You are such a powerful person, who would dare not listen to you?"

"Perhaps." Baicheng shrugged indifferently, and suddenly smiled childishly, "but it doesn't matter, anyone who doesn't listen to me is already lying in the morgue anyway."

The goose bumps on Song Yijun's body rose up as soon as he said this.

It's no wonder that as soon as she came in, she felt that even though this Baicheng was white and clean, but it gave people a very sick feeling?

Could it be that this person is a pervert?

Of course, Song Yijun only dared to think about this idea in her own heart. On the surface, she was still very friendly.

Then Song Yijun smiled and tried to take the initiative to find a topic, "I heard that you and my aunt are old acquaintances?"

"You mean Sister Ruoqing?"

As soon as Baicheng heard An Ruoqing's name, the smile on his face became very pure, "Yes, I really know her."

"And Gu Jun should have told you. Without the help of Sister Ruoqing, I would definitely not have today. So..."

At this point, Baicheng paused, and then saw him suddenly stand up and approach Song Yijun step by step.

Song Yijun was shocked and hurriedly stepped back step by step, only to retreat to the corner of the table within two steps, unable to retreat.

Baicheng looked at her with a frightened look and felt amused inexplicably. Then he lifted it up, picked up the teapot on the table behind Song Yijun, and said with a smile, "Thank you for making way for me."

After finishing speaking, Baicheng went back to the grandmaster's chair again, took a porcelain cup on the tableside, and then casually poured tea for himself.

While pouring tea, while doing nothing to pick up the topic just now with a smile, "You don't have to be so afraid of me. Since you are Sister Ruoqing's niece, you will definitely look at Sister Ruoqing's face and treat you well. "

"But I heard that you seemed to be in the country and couldn't hang on, so you had to flee by private jet overnight, right?"

Song Yijun was completely convinced, and silently glanced at Baicheng, and said to his heart that this person looked strange, and he knew everything.

Baicheng naturally noticed Song Yijun's eyes, but he smiled carelessly, not knowing what to do.

Then he directly picked up a cup of tea, took a sip for himself, and then refilled it.

Then I didn’t know where he changed a knife. Bai Cheng played with it twice, and casually drew out the scabbard. Then he cut a hole in his finger without hesitation, and then squeezed it from his fingertips. Put a drop of blood into the cup.

The whole action was completed in one go, and Song Yijun was stunned as he watched from the side.

However, just as she opened her mouth and was about to ask what she was doing, Baicheng suddenly handed the cup to Song Yijun and smiled, "It's your turn."