Joanna's departure surprised Yu Xing. Although Shu Hui was in good health, it was a bullet wound after all, and she could only rest for a few days. Once she left, where could she go?

There was a dark yellow file bag lying across the middle of the bed, with a few white papers scattered outside the bag.

On the white paper, there are densely packed English words. Blood type O?

Yu Ting looked at the pile of descriptions about the O-type blood test process on the paper with confusion. What is this?

Smith would come on time every day to check on Joanna's physical condition, but when Yu Ting told him that Joanna was leaving, he just flashed his eyes and said a few words.

She put the file bag about blood type test in his hand and asked Uncle Smith if this is yours?

Yes, it's his, when did he fall here!

"Have Joanna seen it? Rui"

She tilted her head and looked at him, thought for a moment, and nodded, "I should have seen it."

Then she saw Smith looking suicidal and angry.

"What's wrong?" she asked, some mysteries were suddenly about to be revealed.

He shook his head, his dark green eyes concealing an expression that was hard to predict.

He said, I have returned to England, Miss Yu Xing, I hope we can have the opportunity to meet again in England.

Take care of yourself.

She sent him out and watched him quickly disappear into the gradually spreading smoke with his hunched back.

She frowned and dialed Derek's number. She thought she should tell him. After all, Joanna's departure was very strange.

Or maybe we should ask about blood type.

No one answered the call she could make, and when she dialed the second time, the phone had been turned off.

A hint of worry crept up between her eyebrows.

She thought for a moment, picked up her coat and ran out.

The Jaguar was parked steadily under the high-rise building. Yu Xing was stunned when she saw it. The light hit her, and she didn't even have a chance to hide.

He stepped out of the car, the door was closed with a bang, and she came back to her senses.

With his sword-shaped eyebrows, straight nose, and thin lips, he is still himself, with an expressionless face.

She twitched the corners of her mouth, withdrew her gaze, lowered her head and tried to pass by him.

"Where to go?" He grabbed her arm and asked in a deep voice.

He and she stood on the same level, with their backs facing each other. One covered his side face with his long hair and lowered his head, while the other looked deeply ahead.

She took a deep breath and said softly, "I want to go out."

Her voice was always gentle and gentle, making his anxious heart instantly calm.

"Where to go?" he asked again in a calm voice. He saw the way she was in a hurry just now.

Her heart skipped a beat. No matter whether it was before or after amnesia, he could see through her at a glance.

She pushed his hand away from her wrist and suddenly got excited with him, "I'm not going anywhere, I'm just going out for a while."

For a long time, she didn't hear his response.

She turned around in confusion and saw him facing her with a dark face.

"I--"

"Where to go?"

He stared at her, his tone irresistible.

A flash of narrowness flashed in her eyes, "I'm looking for someone."

"Who are you looking for?" He still had the same tone.

She was suddenly a little angry. He appeared out of nowhere and asked her this and that, why!

She simply raised her head and looked directly at him, "You don't have to worry about it."

She thought he would be angry, but he was not, instead he laughed muffledly.

"Let's go, I'll see you off."

She was stunned for a moment, then let him pull her into the car and fasten her seat belt.

"I don't know where to go." She said flatly.

His index finger on the start button paused, and then the Jaguar made a low sound.

Boundless silence spread in the carriage.

"Send me to Dican, thank you." She turned to look at him, her expression becoming elegant and distant.

Di Can? He pursed his lips tightly and his eyes flashed. The dim yellow light in the car cast a soft outline on his resolute profile.

"Who is in Dican?"

She met his eyes, thought for a moment, and said in a low voice, "Derek. He lives there."

He paused, stepped on the accelerator, and then stepped on it all the way to the bottom.

He didn't expect that she would rush downstairs anxiously to find Derek.

"Are you here to see me?" As if to resolve the awkward atmosphere at this moment, she deliberately raised her voice.

He didn't look back and put his hand on the steering wheel and knocked a few times casually, "I was just passing by."

"Oh." She nodded muffledly and turned to look out the window.

He glanced at her, his eyes staring straight ahead.

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Dican is brightly lit, and the golden glare on the fifty-sixth floor shines dazzlingly in the dark night.

This is the highest-end hotel that was built a year ago and is full of mystery, surpassing all the big hotels in City D. No one knows the operator behind it. They only know that the neon lights belonging to Dican will turn on exactly at 18 o'clock every night.

It lights up, and then goes out at exactly six o'clock in the morning the next day. Day after day, without interruption.

Mo Yan parked the Jaguar at the gate and threw the keys to the car security guard.

Seeing Yu Zhi's confused look, Mo Yan pursed his lips and said, "Let's go, I'll go with you to have a look. If he's not here, you'll be worried again."

Yu Clan was stunned for a moment. When she realized what she was doing and the corners of her mouth rose, he had already walked in with his head held high.

At that moment, Yu's palpitating heart was suddenly filled to the brim.

She jogged to catch up with his pace and followed him step by step.

The manager, who was explaining to the waiter at the front desk, turned pale when he saw the door. He straightened his clothes in a panic, stiffly tried a few smiley faces on his phone, and then ran towards the door quickly.

Mo Yan looked up lazily, with a look that no one could fathom.

The manager stood hunched over to his left and was about to open his mouth, but unexpectedly Mo Yan coldly said two words, "Go and get busy."

The manager was stunned. The moment he raised his head, two gusts of wind passed by him, and he saw two tall men in black suits walking past quickly with their heads lowered.

Yu Xing, who had been standing behind Mo Yan, suddenly frowned, trotted forward and stood in front of the two men in black.

Mo Yan put his hands in his trouser pockets, a trace of doubt creeping into his eyebrows.

The two stern-faced men looked at Yu Chun, whose eyes were full of inquiry in front of them, looked at each other, and then lowered their heads respectfully.

"Why are you here!" There was irresistible questioning in her voice.

Mo Yan's eyes deepened as he looked at her completely different expressions and tone of voice.

The two of them remained silent, their heads lowered lower and lower.

"Say!" Her eyes were locked on the two people in front of her. She had seen these two people before, and they were Joanna's subordinates.

But the two men seemed to have their mouths sewn shut, not saying a word.

Yu suddenly had a bad premonition in his heart, and looked into Mo Yan's eyes through the gap between the two of them.

There was a hint of worry in her eyes, "Mo, I'll go find him."

She turned around and ran quickly to the elevator.

Mo Yan's eyes flashed, and after thinking for a while, he followed her pace. Before leaving, he saw two men in black who had lowered their heads and said nothing, looking thoughtfully at Yu's panicked backs. He frowned.

He gave the manager a look.

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The numbers in the elevator were increasing bit by bit. Yu Xing bit her lower lip unconsciously, staring at the red and beating numbers without blinking.

That's Joanna's dead soldier, why is it here?

The more she thought about it, the more wrong it became, and her heart beat faster and faster.

Mo Yan leaned against the elevator wall, looking at her tense profile, and became even more silent.
To be continued...