Quick wear, the beautiful and soft female supporting role's charming road

Wen Yuwan was stunned for a moment, a wave of unbelievable hope rising in her heart. She looked at the handkerchief before her and slowly raised her head. At one glance, her cheeks flushed. This man was truly handsome, his smile was just as beautiful, and his eyes were so gentle they seemed to bring tears to her eyes.

When Jiang Yuzhou saw the woman's condition, he couldn't help but feel a sense of superiority and contempt in his heart.

He took a quick look at the woman. She was pretty, but she was wearing cheap clothes and... Jiang Yuzhou frowned slightly. The perfume she used was really bad, with a smell of cheap fragrance.

Xu Muzhen didn't care about these things. He was already eager to know more about the little beauty. They were brothers who grew up together, so how could he not see that Jiang Yuzhou was teasing the girl?

He nudged Jiang Yuzhou lightly with his elbow and whispered, "That's enough. If you want to win her heart, ask her before unleashing your charm, okay?"

They were so close, how could Wen Yuwan not hear it?

So, her cheeks became redder and she took the initiative to say, "Gentlemen, if I know what you want to ask, I will definitely tell you."

Jiang Yuzhou turned around and smiled gently, "Don't worry about this for now."

"It's just..." His eyes moved to the handkerchief in his palm, "I'm quite tired of holding it like this all the time."

Wen Yuwan's bright eyes widened as if she had just realized something. She was as flustered as a little rabbit and immediately reached out to pinch a corner of the handkerchief.

"sorry... ..."

Jiang Yuzhou looked at her like this and immediately found it interesting. He jokingly said, "It's okay."

Xu Muzhen no longer wanted to see him being horny, so she went up to him and asked, "Do you know that little beauty?"

 …

Ning Jiaoyan, who finally ran out, stood on the street and took a few deep breaths of air. She raised her hand to rub her eyebrows, opened her eyes and looked for a rickshaw to take.

There couldn't be no rickshaws nearby. Ning Jiaoyan had seen them a long time ago, but under the cover of night, the looks in those sturdy men's eyes left her speechless.

She had just barely adjusted her original body, and she wasn't sure if the moves that required physical strength would be lethal. To be on the safe side, she... picked a thinner man to pull her.

Why not take the tram? Because they'd already finished get off work.

So it's almost nine o'clock now, and her family doesn't know her situation, and they might have started to worry.

She just wanted to go home and wash up quickly. It was really uncomfortable to have wet clothes sticking to her body. Thinking of the scene just now, she felt annoyed. She always felt that all this was not a coincidence.

Riding in a rickshaw is inevitably a bit bumpy. Ning Jiaoyan steadied herself and looked up at the sky. The sky was full of stars, and a crescent moon hung quietly in the sky. There didn't seem to be anything unusual.

Ning Jiaoyan suppressed her doubts and looked at the alleys and streets ahead.

Who knew, she was relieved too early, this unlucky day would not pass so easily.

But after a moment, Ning Jiaoyan lowered her eyes to look at the sharp knife across her neck, which looked shiny under the dim street light.

People are actually speechless when they are in bad luck. She never thought that she would be kidnapped by someone in a rickshaw on a deserted street in Osaka, only one kilometer away from her home.

Looking at the body of the rickshaw boy who had been mistakenly killed on the ground, Ning Jiaoyan closed her eyes and chanted "Amitabha" in her heart.

I'm so sorry.

The man behind him was very tall, wearing a black coat and a black daily hat. He covered his face and deliberately lowered his voice, "Stand back, or I will kill her!"

In front of Ning Jiaoyan were three men, the leader of whom was a fierce-looking man. No, it was the scar on his face that made him look fierce. If you ignore the scar and the coldness in his eyes, he was a very quiet and beautiful man.

He smiled. "You were shot several times, and while none of the bullets hit your vital organs, the situation doesn't look promising. You're at the end of your rope. How could holding a little girl hostage pose any threat to us?"

Yes, Ning Jiaoyan could smell the strong smell of blood coming from him.

When she was pulled over, she took a quick look. The man had not only gunshot wounds but also knife wounds. The hand that was pinching her waist was so deep that the bone was visible. If she hadn't dodged in time, her arm would have been broken.

However, he was quite strong, and his pinching caused her waist to hurt even after she was injured.

The man in front of her was right. No one here cared about the life or death of a young girl like her. As for why no one had taken any action yet... She looked at the guns in the hands of the three people in front of her. The black muzzles pointing at her face were indeed a bit creepy.

... ...Um.

It turns out there are no bullets.

Good news, it’s unlucky, but not completely unlucky.

No wonder he didn't shoot her like he did to the rickshaw boy. In comparison, he was really lucky.

"Stop talking nonsense and step back!"

The knife in her neck pierced deeper. Ning Jiaoyan tilted her neck upward uncontrollably, passively pulled back by the man behind her. Behind her was a corner of the alley, and not far from here was a crowd. This man had this in mind: he was determined to use her as a punching bag for the pack of wolves in front of him.

He was just trying to buy time, and he didn't care whether she lived or died.

Ha ha.

She spoke her first words so far, "You... hurt me."

The girl's pitiful sobbing was like that of a kitten, and the moist wind blowing through the alley cleverly neutralized the solemn atmosphere.

She sobbed softly, "...it's all bleeding."

During her struggle, the sharp knife had already severed one of her hair strings. Her jet-black hair slid softly down her shoulders, accentuating her already beautiful face, which was as white as jade. A tear flowed down her cheek, dripping down her soft jawline onto the knife.

It is like clear water hitting rock, without much killing power, but containing endless beauty.

This tear seemed to fall on the bloody knife, but in fact it fell on the men's hearts as cold as ice.

Ning Jiaoyan extended her fingertips, and the wind carried a hint of enchanting fragrance. Just a little was enough. Her original intention was not to have any close relationship with them, but to make these men who did not take her seriously feel more soft-hearted towards her.

If she hadn't wanted to maintain her image, she could have easily taken down the person behind her and escaped on her own. But if she did, she would have been in a lot of trouble. These three people were obviously government agents, and dealing with them would have been a real hassle.

The contrast is too great to save.

The hand on her waist loosened a little, and the body temperature of the person behind her became even hotter. The three people in front of her also looked at her with a different look, but the leader didn't change much.

He simply looked at her with a pair of cold eyes, a hint of doubt flashing across his face, but he showed no obvious emotion.

What a cruel heart!

Zhou Yun hadn't expected the "ghost" he'd caught today to be so formidable. He'd brought over a dozen of his companions, but now only two remained. The gun in his hand was a mere shell, serving only as a deterrent against the man.

With three of them against one, they could at least catch the man, but he couldn't be sure whether the gun in the man's hand had run out of bullets just like them.

So no one dared to step forward.

Moreover, this man also held a little girl hostage. He knew that he was just trying to delay the enemy and there was nothing he could do.

From a man's perspective, this girl was indeed very beautiful, and it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say she was stunning. Although he wasn't particularly interested in women, if he came across such a stunning beauty under normal circumstances, he wouldn't necessarily avoid approaching her.

What a pity, in such a critical moment, even death is not what he wants.

Zhou Yun said softly, "Get ready, don't let him get away."

Ning Jiaoyan frowned, this damn man!

The man behind her was also on full alert, his breathing becoming a little unstable—he was also preparing to run, which meant he was going to throw her out.

A bunch of beasts.

"What are you going to do?! Do you care about my life or death? Do you know who I am?! Do you know who my father is? Who is my eldest brother?"

The first step is to divert your attention.

Whether they were listening or not, as long as they had ears, they would hear what she said.

"If anything happens to me, my family will not let you go. You dare to hold me hostage, you are dead! You don't care about my life or death, you are dead too!"

The little beauty who had just given people a pitiful feeling had now turned into a hot pepper that could spit fire. The little girl looked even more miserable than before, and now she made Zhou Yun feel more amused.

It really proves the saying that even a rabbit will bite when it is angry.

Zhou Yun actually laughed, but he didn't relax at all because of her words. As soon as she finished speaking, both sides started moving.

Now—Ning Jiaoyan channeled some spiritual energy, weak but enough to shield the blade around her neck. In the nick of time, she abruptly pushed away the hand that was clamped around her waist, grasping at the painful spot.

No one could withstand her hard grip, and the man relaxed his arms as if in pain.

She also stumbled forward under the man's push, feigning panic and fear as she grabbed the man's collar. Although it was only a few seconds, the man behind her had already disappeared.

The scarred man gave her a cold look, reached out his hand and threw her to the ground like a chicken, then ran out like the wind.

Ning Jiaoyan glanced at her scratched palm and didn't care about anything else. She quickly stood up from the ground, looked towards home, and ran forward desperately.

In the end, he still didn't escape.

These people couldn't catch the culprit, so they dragged her, a weak woman, back to the office.

Ning Jiaoyan could only speak the truth, no matter how unwilling she was. She had no connection with that person in the first place, and she was innocently dragged into this situation. The difference was that she was too lazy to pretend in front of this person and almost burst into a curse.

Finally, people from the palace came and let her go.

These people were all bloodthirsty, either murdering or greedy for money. The palace had suffered a great loss, and she had to pay a lot of gold, silver and treasures before she could get out of there unscathed.

Zhou Yun, she remembered him.

When something like this happened, the old-fashioned Wangfu naturally kept it secret and told others that she was sick, so she couldn't go to school for a while.

However, the connection with the Jing family cannot be cut off.

Ning Jiaoyan asked several maids who were good at cooking to make different kinds of cakes or soups every day and send them to the Jing family.

The daily routine of being a bootlicker and trying to make his presence felt and win favor began.

"Princess, I feel really sorry for you. You've been ill for a long time, and Master Jing hasn't even mentioned coming to see you."

Ning Jiaoyan held the wooden sword in her hand and demonstrated the moves slowly and smoothly. Without turning her head, she said, "I'm not really sick. It's best if he doesn't come. If he comes and I have to pretend to be sick, it will be troublesome."

Narcissus didn't say anything else. "However, Princess's trip was truly thrilling. That kind of place is not for humans to go. Luckily, Princess wasn't hurt, otherwise our palace would be cut off. It's really some damned thing. Our Princess is so precious, how could she be connected with those murderers?"

Speaking of this, Ning Jiaoyan's mind flashed with the figure of that man.

After she came back, she learned his identity from the script. Fortunately, she was careful at the time and delayed Zhou Yun for a while, allowing him to escape successfully.

He was one of us, an undercover agent about to infiltrate Zhou Yun's secret service. He took the risk because some secrets needed to be passed to the rear urgently.

Zhao Anye, currently a minor staff member in the government intelligence team, was primarily responsible for organizing confidential documents. This position provided him with excellent conditions. Due to organizational needs, he needed to infiltrate deeper into the central government. He was gentle and noncompetitive, so it was only natural that he would be recognized and promoted by his superiors after his outstanding performance.

The incident happened suddenly, which led to the current situation.

However, after studying the script, she reasonably suspected that this was a plot arrangement to create an opportunity for him and the heroine to meet. Because, although Zhao An escaped, he collapsed in a dilapidated warehouse due to his serious injuries.

By chance, our hardworking heroine encountered it.

Seeing that there was no one around and the man was so seriously injured, he felt kind-hearted and saved him.

After being reminded by Shuixian, Ning Jiaoyan calculated the days and found that it had been five days since the incident. In other words, the heroine Wen Yuwan would not discover Zhao An until tomorrow.

Ning Jiaoyan put down the wooden sword in her hand, and she suddenly had a bad idea.

No matter what, Zhao An owed her a life for no reason, so playing with him would be like paying off the debt.

She went there wearing her school uniform from that day. When she arrived at the dilapidated warehouse, everything inside was covered with a thick layer of dust. Even under the sunlight, there was no warmth at all. The silence was frightening.

Following the traces, she found the man.

It didn't look like he was unconscious the entire time; he must have woken up a few times. He simply tended to his wounds and made a simple bed for himself. Next to him were his top hat, coat, and the black cloth he used to cover his face.

He was in a very bad condition now. Ning Jiaoyan stretched out her slender fingers and touched his forehead, "It's so hot!"

Ning Jiaoyan looked him up and down with disdain. She had originally wanted to take advantage of someone's misfortune, but now she really couldn't bring herself to say anything... Well, she had it, so there was no need to say anything.

She took some spiritual spring water from the space, pinched his mouth and poured it down, then got some more to clean his wounds. This was also a ruthless man, and he had taken out all the bullets in his body himself.

The conditions here... ...there are no conditions. He must have pulled it out by himself.

No wonder you have a fever since you only used alcohol to eliminate the poison.

Fortunately, she came, otherwise Zhao An would have died before the heroine came.

Ning Jiaoyan thought proudly.

After finishing all this, the man's face regained some color and his breathing became more stable.

These were all her contributions, so if you count them, that's two lives. Zhao An also owed her two lives, so whatever she did to him was completely reasonable.

Zhao An also looked naturally good, the kind of look she liked, with a refined and gentle appearance, and a straight nose with a smooth curve. Looking further... Ning Jiaoyan pinched the cotton cloth soaked in spiritual spring water and wiped it on the visible area.