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An Xia is lying on the bed, only feel head heavy, she slightly frowns, slowly open eyes. The eye is a middle-aged man, his face has years left behind the gully, but still can see his years of elegant demeanor.

Seeing this man's appearance, an Xia was stunned. She had never seen a middle-aged man so handsome.

His handsome is not only handsome, the eyebrows and eyes seem to come out of the painting, which can be described as beautiful.

She Lengshen for a long time, the man in front of her, looking at her deep.

The man's palm fell on her cheek, his fingers gently moved on her cheek, slowly raised, his eyes gently looked at her LIANANG, fingers gently opportunity, a wisp of hair on her forehead don't in the ear.

His fingertips don't know why they are so betel nut. When his fingers fall on her cheek, Anxia instantly returns to her mind.

She raised her hand and opened the man's arm. "Don't touch me! who are you! Why on earth did you arrest me? "

A man has a pair of good-looking peach blossom eyes. Even though he is middle-aged, his eyes are still charming. When he smiles, his eyes are still full of bewitching charm.

That kind of eyes make people intoxicated, make people feel very comfortable.

Anxia looked at him and couldn't help thinking that if this man was a teenager, he would compare Huo Jinze with him.

The man looked at him for a long time, then slowly opened his mouth, the voice was as good as his appearance, "are you hungry?"

An Xia is slightly a Leng, where think he can ask such words, be asked by him so an Xia just think of, oneself since be caught by him here a water all have not drunk, how can she not be hungry?

She took a look at him, and suddenly the sound of "gululu" sounded in the silent room. For a moment, many people's time focused on her stomach.

An Xia looks a Leng, embarrassed along everyone's line of sight toward his own alone to see in the past, she even some change clothes, that voice is really from her stomach?

She bit her lip awkwardly, looked at the man in front of her, and slowly said, "a little bit."

Looking at her, the man couldn't help but raise the corners of his lips. There was a light smile on his expressionless face.

He was hungry, but he insisted on his face. When he was young, he seemed to be so desperate for face.

The man in black on one side was stunned, but he laughed.

It was the first time he saw other expressions on his husband's face.

It seems that the meaning of this girl is really different for her husband.

"Go down and prepare the meal."

The man light of issue an order, he finish saying, didn't say what to an xiaduo, stand up directly to walk toward the door direction.

Obviously, the restaurant must not be here, otherwise he would not forget to walk outside.

More than ten minutes later, in such a large and luxurious restaurant, one punch servants stood in a row waiting for one side.

On the long table, there are only two people, the man and Anxia. The man is sitting on the main seat, and Anxia is sitting on the group number on his left side. The distance between the two people is not too far.

The servant brought a steak, and the other dishes on the table were all western style.

Anxia looks at the knife and fork in front of her and looks at the man more. He speaks Mandarin so fluently. Doesn't he look like someone who lives in a foreign country?

Anxia unconsciously looked at him like this for a long time, even he didn't realize it.

”What are you looking at? Is there a steak on my face? "The man's deep voice suddenly came.

The sound was like a new moon shining on the lake, light and heavy, stealing a faint cold breath, which made people feel that his words had a momentum, and did not refuse people thousands of miles away.

This man even has the right tone of speech, which is surprising. What kind of environment can create such a person?

When Anxia heard what he said, she quickly took back her eyes, picked up the knife and fork, ate the steak slowly, and tried not to see him.

"What do you want me for? When will you let me go? "

She didn't want to live in this place all her life. Although she said that there were people waiting for her, she felt that this place was strange.

"Have you forgotten that note?" The man cut a piece of medium rare steak and slowly put it into his mouth. The steak was still a little unripe. When he bit it down, the corner of his mouth was stained with a little blood.

He chewed with nothing and didn't feel uncomfortable at all, as if he often ate like this.

Anxia saw that he was about to throw up when he ate. She suddenly remembered when she heard him remind her.

She looked at him in surprise, for a moment forgot to eat, "that note is you give me?"

"Yes."

The man spoke slowly.

An Xia's face suddenly realized, "since you gave it to me, you must know who killed my father?""Yes, and I'm familiar with it."

Langdi answered her question without concealing.

Hearing that he was familiar with an Xia's eyes slightly widened, he asked anxiously, "who is that man?"

She gently a pair of eyes staring at him, watching his every move, ears erect, quietly listening, waiting for his answer.

The man doesn't seem to feel her anxiety. He just slowly cuts the steak and puts a piece into his mouth. He doesn't look at Anxia's anxious eyes. He eats it slowly.

An Xia almost can't wait, just about to ask the exit, he just got married, the steak in his mouth swallow down, slowly open his mouth, "I."

Does she have to eat so gracefully?

Anxia is staring at him, thinking about these things in her mind, and suddenly hearing him grow up to be unclear for a moment.

What did he just say?

She suddenly stood up from the chair, staring at him nervously, with a touch of uncertainty and anger in her eyes, "what you just said is true? Did you really kill my father

"Do you think someone would be stupid enough to stop themselves with such things?"

The man slowly put down his knife and fork. He picked up a handkerchief and wiped his hands. He stood behind him as a servant. He immediately stepped forward and took away the plate in front of him, clearing up the table in front of him.

He admitted without hesitation, that light tone, as if he just killed a chicken.

Is a human life so worthless in his eyes?

It doesn't matter to him to kill someone?

Anxia looked at his indifferent face, a flash of anger from the bottom of his heart, "you just admitted that you killed my father, you are a murderer?"

"Yes."

"Do you dare to repeat what you just said?"

Anxia asked angrily.