my villain is too cute

Chapter 1430 Bipolar disorder and insomnia (51)

Lu Xiangshan smiled, pinched her waist with his backhand, and said softly: "You don't want to mess around, do you? The sound insulation here is not good."

"Who said that?" Han Jin leaned close to his ear and kissed: "If you speak casually, others won't be able to hear you."

Lu Xiangshan: ...

An hour later, Lu Xiangshan came out of the bathroom. The sheets on the bed had been changed, and a new bath towel was also thrown over.

Lu Xiangshan took the towel and wrapped his body, his blow-dried hair was fluffy and soft, "Where did you get this sheet?"

"I just went out to buy it." Han Jin half-lyed on the bed, patted the place next to him: "Come and sleep."

Lu Xiangshan dried his body, got under the quilt, and rolled over into Han Jin's arms.

The rest of this hotel is not good, but the bed is really soft.

As soon as he got into bed, the boy fell asleep.

Seeing him like this, Han Jin was about to say nothing, but she lay down, hugged him into her arms, and kissed his forehead: "Go to sleep."

In a few seconds, Lu Xiangshan had fallen asleep.

Han Jin hugged his waist and closed his eyes.
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In the middle of the night, the neon lights outside the street went out at some point.

The sky covered the moon with clouds and stars, but it was not enough to add a little light to this small town.

Inside the hotel, it wasn't quiet either.

The dim corridor was filled with the sound of TV, voices and so on coming from various rooms.

The door of the hotel downstairs had already been closed, but there was still a lot of rustling.

"Have you reserved a room?"

"I'll keep it. There's a room at the end of the third floor, waiting for you." The proprietress took out a key and put it on the counter, speaking in a cautious voice, for fear of being overheard.

The lights on the first floor were also turned off, only a yellow light bulb at the gate was on, and the light from the computer screen in the counter, the rest of the place was still dim.

The two customers standing in front of the counter couldn't see their faces clearly, they could only see tall and broad figures, and the voices, they were two men.

One person stretched out his broad palm and grabbed the key. According to the usual practice, he would ask each time he came: "Is there anything wrong?"

"Yes, but you should have heard that someone died in the village a few days ago..."

"I heard about this. Police from the Municipal Bureau came over today, but they found nothing and left again."

"That's not bad," the proprietress thought for a while, "There's nothing else to do except this, so hurry up and don't stop here."

She stopped for a long time, which made her flustered.

A string in the hearts of the two men was also tense, and their breathing was quite disordered in the dark night: "Okay, then let's go up now."

The two men bent down, only to realize that there was something on the sole of their feet, and only a dark shadow could be seen.

The two men carried the sacks and walked up the stairs, the sound of "creaking" in the dark night was so ear-piercing that it made one's heart tremble.

In the middle of the night, no one came out, and the two men made it to the room at the end of the third floor.

Open the door, go in and turn on the light, only then can I see the whole picture of the two men and the things they are carrying in their hands.

The two men were wearing old shirts, slacks and cloth shoes underneath. They had rough looks, thick eyebrows and big eyes. They looked no different from the men you see everywhere on the road, except that the things they were carrying were a little weird.

The two men threw the dark green sack they were carrying onto the bed, and the loosely tied opening parted, revealing a small piece of black hair from inside.

There is a person in there.

The two men sat down on the chairs beside the bed, took out their cigarettes and lit them.

(End of this chapter)