Chapter 467 What was discovered
When did she die?
Xia Yan stared at him and gradually frowned.
I was so busy scaring people that I didn't notice that there was a purple tint under his eyes and fear and terror in his pupils, as if he heard some noise in the middle of the night and was so frightened that he couldn't sleep all night.
The handsome man took a small step, turned his head towards the next door while coughing, and then straightened his back and looked very proud.
"You still say no! What's that on the bathroom wall? Just tell me, is that blood you vomited?!"
Xia Yan: "That's not my blood."
Beautiful Man: ...Huh?
"Then, who's that? Did you bring a man back? That shouldn't be the case. I've been eavesdropping on your room. I thought you two had a fight because of something going on. You were screaming so miserably, it scared me so much that I couldn't sleep all night..."
The handsome man patted his chest and sighed, his brows furrowed, as if he couldn't understand why someone had to die because of disharmony.
Xia Yan cast a deathly gaze.
"You just said you were eavesdropping?"
The handsome man's expression froze, "Did I...say that?"
Is this what the point should be?
"have."
"Okay...well, I'll be honest then - I'm interested in you."
Xia Yan felt that his ears were broken.
She couldn't help but take a step back and fold her arms to protect herself.
The handsome man stamped his foot. "I'm literally interested. Isn't my life orientation obvious?"
He suddenly rolled his eyes and said, "How about this, you introduce those two handsome guys to me and I'll prove it to you."
"So cunning..." Xia Yan swallowed the last half of the sentence, "Go get the contact information yourself."
If Jing Yimai and Chu Wanfu knew about this, they would join forces to beat her to death.
"Well," the handsome man shyly raised his eyebrows and winked, hooking his fingers together, "I'm so embarrassed."
Xia Yan lazily leaned back against the railing and said perfunctorily, "Whatever. Where's your man? Isn't he home?"
He didn't close the door, and he could see at a glance that there was no one else inside. There were crumpled toilet paper scattered on the floor, and the quilt at the corner of the bed was formed into a wrinkled triangle, extremely far away from the wall closest to her room.
The handsome man looked back, and all his fear and grievances were brought back to him by her casual words.
"Wow, he didn't come back all night yesterday. He must have slept somewhere else. Otherwise, how would I know what happened in your room? He was shouting and screaming like a sand man. It scared me to death."
Xia Yan: "So you heard everything that happened last night?"
"Did I hear you're a sandman? Don't worry, I definitely won't tell anyone. But it's okay if I tell anyone, right? No one would dare to mess with you."
Xia Yan patiently explained again: "I don't have Amomum villosum, someone else made it."
"No, it wasn't you? But you were in the house—I see, you teleported back?" The handsome man suddenly realized, and then showed an envious look, "If only I had this ability, I could take him home directly. But if it wasn't you, then who was it?"
The boat suddenly shook, and the body lost balance and fell to one side. The handsome man quickly grabbed the door frame, but the cleaner who was cleaning the room did not react so quickly. He crashed into the cleaning cart with a bang, and the water inside splashed out and splashed all over the floor.
"Are you okay?" Xia Yan wanted to go over and help her.
"I'm fine." The cleaner glanced up at her quickly, then said with his head down, "Sorry, the cleaning may take longer."
"Okay, be careful." Xia Yan smiled, as if he had confirmed something and was in a good mood.
On the other hand, the handsome man seemed to understand something, with a look of shock, fear, disbelief, terror, and a very slight hint of joy.
He looked around, making sure there was no one in the corridor, and lowered his voice: "I know who it is. Yesterday I heard that man yell something like 'General...'"
What total?
Xia Yan had no expression on his face.
The handsome man was a little surprised that he didn't see any surprise on her face. She seemed to have known that it was that person.
But isn't she afraid? Mr. Bin is more than just one person. The forces behind him are like fish in the deep sea, hiding from the light, ugly, and huge.
A foul sea breeze blew between them, huge waves crashed against the hull, splashing muddy water droplets. On the deck above, footsteps retreated, and fragmented words could be heard:
"Then... sir... you must..."
The beautiful man glared, he knew what they were talking about.
Mr. Mermaid.
With a bang, my mind exploded, a barrage of information and images flooding back—the old attacker hadn't returned all night...he had a great relationship with Boss Bin...he was extremely lustful...his latest research product...sometimes I couldn't find him even after searching the entire base, and when I came back, I always felt like he was badly damaged...
Also, last night, despite his attempts to keep her, the man left. But, in the middle of the night, someone knocked on his door...
The handsome man's face turned pale. He realized that he had overlooked the most important point - he had tried to eavesdrop on the sounds next door during the day, and even praised his husband for the excellent sound insulation, saying that he was not afraid of being heard no matter what he did.
The old man just smiled and didn't say a word.
However, at night when someone knocked on the door and he didn't open it, the wall shared with the next door suddenly seemed to become thinner. The sounds of cloth tearing, shoe soles rubbing, daggers buried, and the painful roar suppressed in the throat...all came clearly through the thin wall and into his ears!
What on earth did he discover...
Based on the relationship between Lao Gong and Mr. Bin—the experimental conclusions, the user experience—he didn't come home last night, maybe he went to say goodbye...
"Boss Xia."
Xia Yan turned around and looked at him, "Speak."
The handsome man was in a strange state. His whole face seemed to be pieced together, and he was trembling slightly as if he was having rejection. The sound of his teeth clicking could be faintly heard.
"You're still—"Okay?
"Boss Xia, I beg you to buy Mr. Mermaid." He said suddenly, his entangled and squeezed facial features as if he hated something.
Xia Yan was stunned for a second, then asked indifferently, "Why?"
"Because, because," he closed his eyes in pain, ready to die, "He can't appear next to my old man. As long as he is around, I will be driven away. I, I don't want to die."
Xia Yan: "...You don't have to beg me. There are so many people lining up to take a picture of Mr. Mermaid, someone will take it."
The handsome man shouted excitedly, "No! It has to be you! It's useless for others to take her away, she will eventually appear back in his bed! Only you, they dare not mess with you!"
His voice was so loud that the cleaner who was cleaning the room turned his head to look at him.
"But I'm not interested in him, and I don't want to waste my crystal core on him. Mr. Mermaid can't provide me with any value."
Xia Yan tapped the railing with his fingers with an indifferent expression.
The metal pipe was hollow, and the clanging sound and vibration spread all the way out, gathering into a round lump of small water droplets at the bottom of the pipe. They shook a few times, and with a snap, fell onto the next round pipe.
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