Beitang Yaori knew how important Yuanmian was in Lin Nuanxi's heart. It was natural that she would be stimulated when she watched Yuanmian's death with her own eyes.

——Apart from my father, I have never knelt down and begged anyone. Today, I beg you Beitang Yaori, please let me go!

In his mind, the scene of Lin Nuanxi kneeling in front of Yaori, his North Hall flashed. He was both blamed and annoyed.

The next morning, Leng Zhao knocked on the door a few times, but there was no response.

After hesitating, Leng Zhao pushed the door open and found that the big bed was flat and the bedroom was empty.

Master Di went out alone?

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Traveling in the simplest casual clothing of the public is still a eye-catching sight.

Standing in front of a quiet villa in the suburbs, Beitang Yaori put his hands in his pockets and looked up at the house in front of him.

As soon as I approached the villa gate, the "drip" sound of the alarm sounded, like the invasion of dangerous species.

He couldn't open the iron door in front of him, so he simply climbed over the wall and went in. This was not difficult for an excellent federal soldier.

Jumping off the wall, Beitang Yaori groaned in pain, and his back hurt so much!

Ji Yan opened the door and looked at the man standing in front of him, he was not surprised.

He was supported by everyone no matter where he went, but he was alone today. This ordinary thing that should not belong to him made Ji Yan a little uncomfortable.

[Mr. Di Shao, please go back.]

[Get out of the way.]

Even if he is alone, Beitang Yaori's powerful aura is still imposing.

Ji Yan didn't block it, Beitang Yaori walked into the house and looked around. There was no one else except Ji Yan.

Seeing the stairs, Beitang Yaori walked upstairs directly. Behind him, the sound of Ji Yan pressing the phone rang out.

[The eldest young master, the emperor is here.]

Beitang Yaori ignored his report and walked straight to the room on the second floor.

As soon as I opened the door, I smelled a faint scent of chrysanthemums.

Lin Nuanxi leaned against the bed with a blanket covered with her body, looking at the outside with her head, quiet and calm.

She heard the sound of outsiders entering, but she did not react.

[Nanxi, I'll pick you up home.]

Another words of peace of mind that are extremely inclusive and powerful, but the people in the bed are still indifferent.

Beitang Yaori frowned and walked to the bed: [It's useless for you to kneel down and beg me again this time!]

The tone was slightly heavier, but the person on the bed was calm and still did not respond.

So, Beitang Yaori raised his hand to turn Lin Nuanxi's side face and let her look at him.

The amber eyes were calm without a trace of turbulence, and they looked at him like air.

[Tell me!]

[…]

The consistent command tone, I feel a little regretful the next second.

On the way before coming, Beitang Yaori repeatedly warned himself to collect this strong aura, but this innate impulse momentum was still revealed.

Lin Nuanxi, who was like a quiet doll on the bed, reacted for several seconds before turning his gaze to his handsome face, which was close to him.

It was still calm without a trace of turmoil, and there was not even a trace of fear that she would usually feel when she saw Yaori in Beitang.

Beitang Yaori's eyes moved down her neck, and through her loose pajamas, she saw the bandage on her chest.

In an instant, he thought of the scene where Lin Nuanxi raised his knife in front of him that night and stabbed him into his chest.
Chapter completed!