Chapter 4 His building is eight stories high!
Fu Qinghan was stunned for a moment, his eyes narrowed dangerously, and then he closed the living room window.
Everything that just happened seemed like a dream.
But this really wasn't a dream. Just now, a little girl not only told him that he would be assassinated, but also grasped a beam of light with her bare hands. Then she jumped down and landed on the sycamore tree. Then she slid down the tree like a kitten and disappeared in the shadow of the tree in the garden in the blink of an eye...
His building is eight stories high! Jiang Shiyue...
Her name rolled around the tip of his tongue, and it seemed to carry a hint of coolness and lingeringness.
Fu Qinghan's eyes were deep and solemn, no longer showing any superfluous emotions. He brushed away the slight wrinkles on his cuffs with his fingers, then walked slowly towards the door.
In the dim light, his figure seemed taller and more upright, and his cold temperament inexplicably added a sense of laziness as if he wanted to say something but couldn't.
Fu Qinghan stretched out his bony hand, placed it on the metal door handle, and pulled it suddenly.
…
At this moment, Jiang Shiyue left the sphere of influence of Liunian Hotel. Cars were flowing on the road, and colorful neon lights fell into the world like stars in the sky.
Jiang Shiyue touched her pocket in distress. Because of the five senses closed training, her bag was in the locker. Now she had no mobile phone and no money. How could she go back to school?
If I had known she didn't want a banner, I would have asked for money.
That man exudes an air of wealth at first glance.
Jiang Shiyue's gaze moved around and finally fell on the door of a store.
Jiang Shiyue touched the pearl hairpin on her head, her eyes turned, and she walked in quickly.
Ten minutes later, Jiang Shiyue came out with her hair tied with a ribbon that the shop owner had kindly given her, and she had fifty yuan in her hand.
She stopped a car and said with a smile: "Master, I'm going to the Central City Superpower Academy."
The driver was a native of City C. He swore on the street lamp that he had never heard of the Central City Superpower Academy.
He looked Jiang Shiyue up and down. Oh! She is pretty, but she is not mentally ill.
"I've never heard of this place." The driver spoke kindly, fearing that Jiang Shiyue would have a relapse and take revenge on society. As soon as he finished speaking, he drove away as if escaping. He couldn't afford to offend him, so he just slipped away.
Jiang Shiyue: ...
I stopped several more cars, but the result was still the same. Even a fool would have noticed that something was wrong.
Moreover, she found that everyone she met had no spiritual power.
But it’s clearly City C.
But before she figured out everything, Jiang Shiyue finally stopped and spoke in a distressed tone, her voice sounding soft: "After leaving that hotel, you started following me. What do you want to do?"
Ajia didn't expect that he had been discovered long ago. He cursed inwardly for his mistake, but still walked out of the shadow of the alley with an innocent look: "I was just passing by."
He didn't think that the sickly eldest daughter of the Jiang family would do anything to him.
But he soon realized that he had underestimated Jiang Shiyue.
Jiang Shiyue turned around suddenly, her movements were fierce but full of murderous intent, making it difficult to see what was happening. One of her hands had already locked Ajia's throat. Ajia seemed to have not expected this sudden change at all, but the feeling of suffocation in his neck had already spread over him.
"If I use a little more force, your larynx might be broken." Jiang Shiyue said with a smile, but her beautiful almond eyes were cold and inappropriate for her age: "Who sent you here?"
(End of this chapter)
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