Kill crazy! The real daughter rushed to rectify the rich family!

When the white gauze fluttered into view, the smooth and soft texture suddenly and without warning connected me to another scene.

When the undead demon turned to face him, her hanging right hand was exposed to his peripheral vision.

I didn't notice it at the time, but now it suddenly becomes clear and obvious in my memory, even extremely prominent.

It was a bandage.

White bandages wrapped around the knuckles.

But... when the Undead Demon and Yuanye were playing chess at the auction, there was clearly no bandage on that hand.

——When this thought came into his mind, before he even had time to figure out what he was thinking, his body had spontaneously put down the teacup and controlled the wheelchair to go out again.

However, when he was about to reach the window, he heard the low voice of the undead demon.

"Is this... the guest No. 1 who can play chess and draw and is very similar to me?"

——Then the wheelchair stopped again.

Wen Can's pupils suddenly shrank.

Qin Wu's voice came from outside the window after a while: "Yes, are you interested in meeting her? Or should I ask——"

He seemed to turn to the other side, and his tone was less absent-minded and teasing, hiding a bit of seriousness: "Are you interested in meeting this great painter? You saw her at the auction just now. She is also very good at chess."

"..."

……

A long silence.

After a long time, the wind brought a faint humming sound.

Then footsteps were heard, and the man returned to the French window and slammed the door shut.

"It seems that she is not interested in you, Undead Demon."

Wen Can didn't hear what Qin Wu and the Undead Demon said later.

When his thoughts and emotions calmed down again, he absentmindedly recalled what he had been thinking about before.

--bandage?

Perhaps it was picked up after leaving the auction.

His thoughts passed through this perfunctory speculation like the wind, and he couldn't help but think of the humming sound that he couldn't hear clearly just now.

She really seemed to have no interest in the undead monster.

It seems that what she said before, that many painters like undead monsters, was just a casual remark on her part.

……

·

"Ye Kong" returned to the room.

He let out a long sigh as soon as he closed the door.

Suddenly her cell phone vibrated, she took it out and answered it. A male voice was heard on the other end, speaking in a very low voice, impatiently: "What on earth are you doing? What exactly is your plan with Ye Kong? Do you know how dangerous it is to do this under Qin Wu's nose?! Do you want to die?!"

"..."

She frowned, feeling suffocated, and wanted to take off the mask but restrained herself.

"You helped me even though you knew it was dangerous. Thank you, brother."

Go back ten minutes in time.

She called Zhu He and asked him to temporarily transfer the two bodyguards guarding Qin Wu's door. Then, when there was no one in the corridor, she took the room card Ye Kong gave her and quickly entered Room 1.

If Zhu He was not willing to help, they would have other ways, but the risks would be much greater.

The man on the other side seemed to be unable to bear such words, and his tone became more and more angry: "You didn't answer any of my questions! Do you know what kind of person Qin Wu is?! No matter what you want to do, once the matter is exposed, Qin Wu dare not touch Ye Kong, but you are different! I can't protect you!"

"Then there's no need to insure it." Zhu Qiangwei's tone became lighter.

She leaned back, her tone like the sea breeze blowing outside the window: "You just need to protect yourself - just like you have always done."

"...But why do you have to do this?" The man seemed unable to accept it, confusion and pain surging in his throat, "We are obviously siblings, you are willing to do anything dangerous for Ye Kong, but you are not willing to protect yourself for your only brother?"

"..."

Zhu Qiangwei under the mask fell into a long silence.

She seemed to be thinking about the answer, but it seemed that she didn't need to think at all and was just daydreaming.

This completely detached state also prevented her from hearing a slight clicking sound in time.

The bathroom door had a gap as if it had been blown open by the wind.

Between the gaps, a deep eye appeared, looking out.

"You also said it, Xiao He, because I am willing - even if there are risks, even if there may be serious consequences, today is the happiest day of my life in these years."

"I don't know."

"Of course you don't understand, just like you don't understand why I, who have accepted my fate for twenty years, would change my name to Zhu Qiangwei... Who?!!"

The moment she heard the slight sound of the door being pushed open, she felt as if she was drenched with cold water. She growled in alarm and at the same time, she made a decision with a chill in her heart that no matter what happened next, she would keep the secret at all costs.

"Ye Kong" stood tensely beside the small table, staring at the bathroom door that was pushed open.

A woman wearing a simple dress and a plain mask slowly walked out of the door.

"Did you go into the wrong room?"

Zhu Qiangwei calmly asked despite her extremely fast heartbeat, "Which room were you originally from?"

But the man didn't say anything, he just walked out slowly with a number plate in one hand.

Zhu Qiangwei could feel the eyes behind the mask staring at her.

Her heart almost jumped out of her throat. She finally managed to divert her attention from the information she had seen: "Are you from Room 11? This is Room 1. Do you recognize me..."

I'm stuck here.

Because she suddenly remembered that Mrs. Qin's number plate was 11.

There are two No. 11s? This is obviously impossible, so the only possibility is -

She turned her gaze and suddenly stared at the woman in front of her, and her tone suddenly changed: "Did you sneak in? Are you a member of the media? Or do you have other purposes? If you don't explain the situation, I will call the bodyguard now. Do you know who lives next door to me?"

She said a lot, but the woman just smiled.

She lifted her skirt, sat down on the sofa, and made a gesture of invitation: "You can scream, you can scream right now - as long as you are not afraid of exposing yourself."

"…Expose what?" Zhu Qiangwei walked a few steps forward silently. It seemed that she was going to escape, but in fact she was blocking the woman's way.

Fortunately, the other party had no intention of running away.

Instead, he looked at her again, and suddenly revealed an expression that could still make people feel contempt even through the mask: "If it was Ye Kong, she wouldn't say a word. You are acting too poorly."

"..." Zhu Qiangwei's breathing suddenly stopped, "Who are you?"

She subconsciously wanted to reach out and touch the earplug so that Ye Kong could be aware of the situation here.

But it was not until this moment that she suddenly realized a problem she had overlooked - from the moment this woman appeared, her cell phone, which was originally on a call, became completely silent.

Zhu Qiangwei looked down and found that her cell phone had no signal since she didn't know when.

She raised her hand and pressed the earplug again. The sound of the wind from the other side, which she could vaguely hear before, was now completely silent and like waste.

"Don't try. I've temporarily cut off all your calls."

The woman on the sofa smiled slightly. Zhu Qiangwei looked up at her and said solemnly, "What do you know?"

"It's very simple."

The woman raised her hand and took out a small black object from her ear. "I developed this thing myself and gave it to Ye Kong personally."

Zhu Qiangwei: ...

"Now, it's my turn to ask you - you didn't answer your brother's question just now, so I'll ask it again."

She stared at Zhu Qiangwei: "Ye Kong, what exactly do you want to do? What happened to her in Nangang? What kind of grudge does she have with the Qin family? And..."

"How did you two meet?"