Chapter 282 I'm a little too afraid of death
The girl frowned slightly and took a step back.
Song Jingyi threw the lighter in his hand at Acheng's face, "Keep your voice down."
Acheng caught the incoming hidden weapon with his hand, his voice lowered but still excited, "Miss, how did you find out? Tell me quickly! How did you know Mu Zi was the boss's person? Did she give herself away?"
He was in such a happy state that it seemed as if he could immediately take over the nest just by saying "yes" without saying a word.
Yan Buyu shook his head. "No, Mu Zi is fine. She didn't give anything away."
However, she once saw the military knife that Mu Zi was using, and it was exactly the same as the one that A Cheng took out when he dealt with Yan Qihang.
The same tools would not normally arouse suspicion.
Just like some people use the same model of phone and the same phone case.
They are all readily available.
The problem is that she wanted to buy it, but couldn't.
She searched online for a long time after getting home, looking at all price ranges, but she couldn't find the exact same one.
Then she became more cautious.
Gradually, she became certain that Mu Zi was Song Jingyi's person.
When Mu Zi sees her brothers or friends, she is cold, but she will nod politely as a greeting.
But she didn't have that feeling for Song Jingyi.
She would linger on Song Jingyi's face for a second longer before looking away.
That would seem a bit deliberate.
In addition, Yan Buyu discovered that whenever something happened to him, Song Jingyi was always able to appear precisely within a short period of time.
Once or twice is a coincidence, but three or five times means there's an inside man.
“Mu Zi still has a flaw,” A-Cheng said firmly, “If it were me, I definitely wouldn’t make such a basic mistake. Miss, would you like to give it a try?”
Yan Buyu looked at him strangely, "Didn't you make a bigger mistake?"
Today at the bar, Acheng came in and started talking to Muzi about things like "boss," "miss," and "I'm going to complain."
Only a fool wouldn't realize they know each other.
Acheng opened his mouth, wanting to defend himself, but didn't know what to say.
Song Jingyi listened as she spoke softly, his eyes fixed on her profile.
I was afraid of seeing an unhappy expression on her face.
What he did, to put it nicely, was protection.
To put it bluntly, it's surveillance.
No normal person would like it.
His hands, resting on his knees, were clenched into fists.
How should he coax his younger sister if she gets angry?
"Miss, you already knew that Mu Zi was the boss's man, aren't you angry?" Acheng asked the same question before Song Jingyi could speak.
“No,” Yan Buyu said nonchalantly, “I’m not stupid. If it weren’t for you guys, I don’t know how many dangers I would have encountered. Why would I be angry?”
Song Jingyi looked at her profile and asked in a soft, low voice, "You're really not angry?"
It's still because they're too unfamiliar with each other that they're unwilling to turn against each other.
“Of course it’s true,” Yan Buyu turned around and looked at the cautious Song Jingyi. “Yan Qihang counts once, Song Shuchen counts once. If it weren’t for you and your people, I definitely wouldn’t be so lively eating fried noodles. I would only be crying somewhere.”
This is what she saw; there may be others she couldn't see as well.
She then asked Acheng, "You follow me too, don't you? Several times when I was driving and changed lanes smoothly, it was because you gave way to me, right?"
Ah Cheng nodded excitedly, "It's me, it's me! Miss, I'm a really good driver, would you like to give it a try?"
Yan Buyu spread his hands and said, "Look, you're not as good as Mu Zi. You were tricked into revealing yourself so easily. I had no idea you were following me before, but I do now."
Acheng looked like he'd been struck by lightning.
She remained in one position for a few seconds, then looked at Yan Buyu with a resentful expression, "I... Boss... Miss, you..."
"Alright, alright, let's go out openly from now on. I'll take you out for some good food." Yan Buyu looked at him with a smile. "I'm taking Mu Zi out for barbecue tomorrow. Are you coming?"
Acheng's grievances dissipated, and he nodded, "I love barbecue."
After driving in silence for a while, Chen Mo snorted coldly, "You still have the nerve to eat? Think about how to accept your punishment first."
With just a few words, the young lady managed to extract information from him.
Yi-ge will beat him to death.
Song Jingyi couldn't be bothered with Acheng; his heart was entirely with his sister.
After a long pause, his voice was hoarse, "I thought you would be unhappy."
Yan Buyu scratched his head, somewhat embarrassed, "I seem to be different from others; I'm a bit too afraid of death."
So much so that even after confirming that Mu Zi was Song Jingyi's person, she still kept her there.
Because she really needs a capable female bodyguard by her side who can protect her.
Especially after learning that Song Jingyi was her own brother, she was even more reluctant to let Mu Zi leave.
Furthermore, there was nothing shady about her daily routine.
My life revolves around school and home from Monday to Friday, occasionally going shopping or having a meal with Qin Nianke.
I spend my weekends taking care of my mom's skincare routine and playing golf with my uncle.
I'm planning a team-building activity with my boyfriend.
Her friends are all incredibly wealthy, but they have strong moral values and excellent character.
When everyone gets together, they almost wish they could start by singing the March of the Volunteers.
“It’s nothing,” Yan Buyu comforted Song Jingyi instead. “Would you mind if I added you to our team building group so we can hang out together in the future?”
Song Jingyi's Adam's apple bobbed, and he nodded.
My sister is a woman of action; once she got his consent, she immediately added him to the group.
His phone rang several times, all messages from people in the group welcoming him.
A warm current flowed through his heart, making him feel so warm that he was at a loss for what to do.
He doesn't like heat.
He even likes to add ice when drinking in winter.
But now, he unexpectedly finds himself craving this warm feeling.
He had wanted to cry countless times within just two days of reuniting with his sister.
He has always looked down on men who shed tears.
At that moment, he thought that shedding tears was not necessarily a sign of weakness.
Perhaps it was the treasure they had longed for.
“Brother Jingyi, this group is for a bunch of good friends of us to hang out with. Just change your name in the group to your own so it’s easier to recognize people.”
"Okay." Song Jingyi obediently did as she said.
“Miss,” Acheng popped up again, “can you add me on WeChat too?”
Yan Buyu looked at him for two seconds, very wary, "If you promise not to send me any random messages, I'll add you."
“Don’t add him,” Song Jingyi said without even looking at Acheng. “He talks a lot of secrets, stays up late, and has an irregular sleep schedule. I don’t want to disturb your sleep.”
Yan Buyu glanced at the aggrieved Acheng and softened a little. "It's okay. If you want to find me, you can send a message to Muzi and ask her to tell me."
Acheng leaned back in his chair and raised his right arm to cover his eyes. "Then you can just say we're cutting off contact."
Mu Zi was so annoyed with him that she wouldn't give herself a chance to get close to the prostitute.
After all, his ultimate goal is to replace Mu Zi.
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