Then, Sheng Wu took off her other shoe with slow and graceful movements, as if she didn't notice anyone's gaze.

"alright."

After putting her high heels away, she raised her head with an innocent smile on her face.

"Start cooking, Chef Jimo."

Jimo Li was awakened by her voice, his pupils moved away unconsciously, and there was no change on his face.

"Yeah, okay."

His voice was slightly hoarse.

He carried the things to the kitchen and asked Sheng Wu to sit on the sofa and rest first. Sheng Wu did not hesitate to help him, after all, she paid for the meal.

There is no reason to let her, a young lady who has never done housework, cook.

The kitchen is inside the living room to the right. You need to go through a corridor and you will hear footsteps.

So, Sheng Wu just ate the candied haws while looking around.

Of course, she asked Jimo Li in advance if she could visit.

After getting permission, she started walking around.

The entire room is decorated in mainly grey and white tones, and like its owner, it exudes a cold, desolate and alienated feeling.

There are many rooms and it is a two-story corridor-style building.

There is a dedicated gym, study room, movie room and so on.

It can be seen that the owner is a self-disciplined person who enjoys life.

Sheng Wu was not interested in these things and glanced at them casually. Suddenly, she bit a candied haws in her mouth, and the sweet coating of the candy spread between her lips. Her beautiful eyes curved.

His gaze fixed on a strange and chilling portrait hanging on an inconspicuous door on the second floor.

The portrait was a simple black and white line drawing.

There is a little dancing man in it, on an empty stage, but it has only one foot.

From the perspective of the painting, the man is being spied on.

It's a bit absurd and weird, which makes people feel a little cold.

There were gray shadows all around, but Sheng Wu took a step back, bent down, and could see it from the perspective of being peeped.

The little man was surrounded by darkness.

They are also pairs of prying eyes!

"What are you looking at?"

Suddenly, a clear voice came from behind.

Sheng Wu frowned slightly, she slowly stood up and turned around to look.

Then she saw a man wearing a blue apron and gold-rimmed glasses. He looked abstinent but had a hint of a good family man. He stood behind her with cold eyes, only two meters away.

But she didn't hear any footsteps just now.

Sheng Wu raised her eyebrows and smiled naturally, "I want to see what the home of a high-class beauty like you would be like."

"Sure enough, self-disciplined, clean, and a little deserted."

Jimo Li pursed his lips, his expression expressionless. "So, you're not here to eat, but to see my home?"

Sheng Wu shrugged and tilted her head playfully, "I didn't say that. You said that yourself."

As she spoke, she turned slightly and glanced at the painting again.

"By the way, this painting is quite interesting. Who is the painter? I want to buy a painting too."

"Interesting..." Jimo Li's focus was different. "Why do you think this painting is interesting?"

When ordinary people see this painting, shouldn't they find it creepy and weird?

Sheng Wu asked back, "Don't you think this little guy is very happy, even though he only has one leg and still insists on dancing, surrounded by people who silently pay attention to him and support him?"

Hearing this, Jimo Li looked away from her and glanced at the painting on the door.

From the perspective of Sheng Wu's explanation, the painting does not seem so absurd. On the contrary, it is indeed surrounded by love.

Jimo Li narrowed his dark pupils, and he smiled, a rare occurrence, but the smile was extremely superficial.

"I got this painting by accident. I don't know who the painter is. If you like it, I can give it to you."

His extremely clear gaze fell on Sheng Wu, revealing a hint of politeness.

Hearing this, Sheng Wu waved her hand and said, "No, I just want to meet someone who can paint. If there's no one, forget it."

With that, she turned and walked down the stairs, "Is the food ready?"

Jimo Li followed behind him, "Yes, it's all done."

He looked at Sheng Wu's slender and elegant figure from behind, and suddenly recalled the scene when they met for the second time, the dance drama, and her being submerged in the moonlight at the end.

He turned his head and looked at the painting again.

Her eyelashes drooped, concealing a hint of darkness in her eyes.

The two of them quickly sat down to eat.

Jimo Li pushed a dish in front of Sheng Wu and said, "This is sweet and sour fish. Try it."

Sheng Wu didn't hesitate and directly picked up a small piece with chopsticks, put it into her mouth and savoured it carefully. Then her eyes lit up.

"Hmm! Delicious!" She nodded, praising his cooking skills.

"That's good. There are other dishes here. You can try them too."

"good."

Hearing this, the coldness between Jimo Li's brows dissipated a little, and he introduced some of the dishes he was good at.

"Mr. Jimo, I heard that there was a perverted criminal in City A who raped and murdered a young girl. I already have a clue. I'm a little scared. Will he do the same to me?"

Suddenly, Sheng Wu swallowed the food, drank some water, then raised her eyes and looked at Jimo Li with a frown worriedly.

Jimo Li's hand, which was picking up food, was barely noticeable for a moment, but soon returned to normal.

"Sorry, work matters are confidential. I can't tell you." After a pause, he comforted her, "But, as a girl, you should try to bring bodyguards with you when you go out, and avoid going out alone at night."

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