Uncle Wen came over at this time and said slowly, "in my opinion, this person is probably the undercover agent Leng junao sent to you. That's how to do it."

Ouyang Huajing just stays on the news that the mute has disappeared, but he hasn't slowed down.

And just above the eaves, in the corner where no one can see, a bodyguard dressed in black, holding a wine jar, kept drinking. The wine made his eyes a little confused.

Jingjing.

This name, which has always only dared to shout out in the dark and at night, is now hidden between the lips and tongue with the decrease of wine, spicy but also bitter.

Yes, he was wrong. Thought the mute.

He was Leng junao's dark guard, but he took on a special task. However, he and she were people with different status. What did he want?

It's because he wants too much.

In the past these days, scenes emerge in the heart of the mute. At the bottom of his heart, there was unspeakable bitterness. He slowly looked into the distance. It was clear that it was the prosperous scenery, but in his eyes, there was nothing.

"Is that dumb your man?"

Leng junao and Zhao Wanxi walk side by side. Suddenly, Zhao Wanxi asks.

Although it is an interrogative sentence, it is a positive tone.

"Yes." Leng Jun did not hide, he replied.

His face was cold, and he had an indescribable beauty. His hands were still wrapped in Zhao Wanxi's, and he was really intertwined. He didn't want to let go. "A mute is not a mute, just can't be heard by Ouyang Huajing."

"Because his voice is very similar to mine."

Zhao Wanxi: "so, he is your double?"

She soon thought of this layer. At the moment of seeing the mute, she felt that her figure or other places were very similar to Leng junao except for her face.

What is her stand in? Leng junao knows.

The cold pool in the bottom of his eyes slowly appeared a color of approval, like making waves on the calm pool water. He even held her hand tightly and laughed: "Xi'er is really smart."

This is an admission.

Then it's not enough to say that one can see through the plot.

With Ouyang Huajing's trust in the dumb, even if he is not allowed to do it, he will have a word with him.

It's just

But suddenly, Zhao Wanjun has no strength

She reminded that there was no one else, and they didn't have to lead like this.

They had already reached a path, which Zhao Wanxi used to walk on in her daily life. She also liked the green grass and vitality nearby. Not far away was Qionghua palace.

Leng junao's eyes were full of smiles. Looking at the woman's vivid angry look, he just didn't let go of his hand and lowered his head to get close to her. "Xi'er, good girl."

"Let me hold on a little longer."

There was too much coaxing in the words, and there was a kind of inexplicable euphemism in the low mellow voice. Zhao Wanxi blushed a little.

In front of this handsome face, the fundus of the eye is to plead, Zhao Wanxi's heart somehow, just like a deer bumping, banging, Leng is also did not let go.

Leng Jun Ao chuckled, very happy.

Instead of holding his hand, he let go of it. His deep eyes were full of emotion. "In fact, I still have business to deal with."