Gloomy, morbid, cruel and with a hint of madness.
Pale and silent, but it makes people feel even more anxious.
However, that gloomy atmosphere disappeared in an instant. The bright light in the underground parking lot shone on his face. His deep face had returned to its previous coldness and indifference, without any trace of paranoia.
He took out the car keys from his pocket, and his fingertips inadvertently touched the white jade in his pocket. Thinking of what Lao Yang had said before, his eyes unconsciously sank again.
He had not thought before that the fact that he could not hear her while someone else could hear her was just a slight, indescribable displeasure at the beginning. However, as time went on, this matter became more and more troubling to him, and finally reached its peak when the little girl came closer with bright eyes.
Although I didn't hear her voice, at that moment I unconsciously began to imagine what this little girl's voice should be like.
By the time we returned to Yan Ting's villa, it was already completely dark.
It had been raining these past few days and the air was humid. As soon as it got dark, the surroundings became gloomy. Even the brightest street lights could not dispel the damp and dark feeling around. The spirit bird that Yan Ting was holding casually was also infected by the surrounding atmosphere. It chirped softly a few times, entered the house and turned on the light, then quickly found a place to nest.
Chu Ci used several apps without any restrictions on the way. Her spiritual power was not strong to begin with, and after a whole day of hard work, she was probably tired. She was drowsy holding the note icon in her phone.
Realizing that they had arrived at his house, the little girl with drooping eyelids finally raised her eyes, looked at him blankly, and then yawned delicately.
Then he seemed to remember something, glanced at his watch, and dutifully opened the note.
'Go to dinner.'
Yan Ting has been weak since childhood. He did not receive careful care and started from scratch, working day and night. In the beginning, he often accompanied company clients to drink at dinner parties. Although no one is qualified to let him drink at dinner parties now, he has developed a lot of health problems.
He is busy with work and even now he often has a reversed day and night cycle, not to mention eating on time.
Yan Ting frowned slightly when he saw these words, because he had no appetite at all due to long-term irregular diet.
Looking at the little girl who looked like a housekeeper on the screen, Yan Ting's lips twitched, but he did not give a direct answer. He took out a few documents from the file bag he brought back, took off his coat and tie, and sat casually on the sofa.
His black hair was slightly curled, his body was still damp, and his thin lips were slightly pale. When no one was looking, his strong and terrifying aura disappeared. This man was thin, but not that thin. At this moment, he was sitting lazily on the sofa in a light blue shirt, with a bit of youthful elegance and aristocratic dignity.
Without that terrifying aura, he looked like a fair-skinned boy, very harmless at first glance.
"We'll eat later." He said in a calm voice, turning a page of the document in his hand, and speaking perfunctorily.
Hearing his perfunctory tone, Chu Ci tilted her head and came out of the phone.
He landed lightly on the ground and turned his head to look around the room.
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